○Soft Light○||A Dead Poets Society Fanfiction

\The Storm/

AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter does have some heated moments if you catch my drift. It's nothing crazy or too detailed but I thought I would just mention it beforehand for anyone who's not comfy with that kind of stuff. Anyways, enjoy! If you want to skip towards the end after the sin, that's when something kinda important happens. :^)
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As the thunder roared, her soul roared too.

It was loud and clear that her soul wanted you.

J.L. Meraki
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The clouds were heavy, and thunder could be heard rolling in the distance.
The storm was coming.

Inside of Welton, Charlotte and Steven had separated from the rest of the group, including Patty and Pitts who scattered for their own privacy as well.

The red head and the curly headed girl found themselves back at her dorm room.

They shut the door behind them as they slipped inside.

Outside the rain began to pour.

"We made it..." Meeks said in a matter of fact way, concealing his anticipation.

"Yes we did..."

Charlotte walked toward him slowly.
She stood in front of him, examining his face. Steven's expression was plain, but his eyes carried a seriousness to them that almost frightened the girl.

Though Charlotte appeared calm on the outside, her mind was racing in a million different directions.

'Is this right?' She wondered to herself
'Should I be doing this? Does he even want me that way?'

But she stopped second guessing once their lips crashed together as lightning crashed in the storm.

Charlotte pushed Steven back as they kissed, towards her bed where she straddled on top of him while he laid down.

The girl pulled away for a moment and took off his glasses, gently placing them on the side table. As she did this, Meeks allowed his hands to roam on the sides of her body, down to her thighs and up under her pleated skirt.

Charlotte took her hair out of its ribbon tie, and revealed a halo of curls.

Outside, raindrops smacked the window, powerful in their impact.

Steven reached up with one hand to touch the side of Charlotte's face, and brought her lips back to his. Their tongues collided with eachother, in quick succession.

She moaned into the kiss, feeling warm all over, and moved her hands on Steven's chest up to his shirt collar to loosen his tie and throw it to the floor.

Charlotte moved her mouth to Meeks's jaw, she tenderly bit on his ear, and then slid down to kiss his neck.

As her lips graced his skin, he groaned quietly, his hands holding on her backside, his body moving under her slowy.