Seasons of Love

The One with the Pact

Shawn slides one hand down Kallie's back to squeeze her ass gently, while the other traces up her spine to grip the back of her neck. She shivers as his lips cover hers and she grabs him by his angled jaw to pull him harder against her.

He bends over her slightly so his hand can reach the back of her knee and pulls on it. She follows his lead by hopping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Shawn's lips never stop rolling against hers as he spins toward the bed and tosses her gently onto it.

The small bounce causes her to giggle and he pauses for a second to watch. Kallie returns his stare with a smirk. "Are you gonna look all night, or are you gonna touch?" The tease in her voice drives him crazy.

He quickly pulls his shirt and hoodie over his shoulders while she watches, nibbling on her bottom lip. He fumbles with the tie on his sweatpants, while Kallie's eyes trace every chiseled feature on his abdomen. A tiny moan escapes her lips as she lets her head fall back on the bed.

Shawn lifts his attention from his waistband to her. His eyes scan the valleys of her breasts as they rise and fall at an increasing pace. They wander down her arms to see her slender fingers clenching the fabric of her comforter. He bites his bottom lip to contain his groan and increases his urgency in removing his pants.

Once he kicks them to the side, he hops onto the bed playfully so that his body covers hers and he slots himself between her legs. They both chuckle and Shawn dips his head to suck near the hollow of her neck. She sighs and brings her hands up to his shoulders.

Kallie's fingers press into his skin as she slides them up into the hair behind his ears, tugging lightly as the energy inside of her buzzes louder. He groans, nipping at her neck in response. "Have I mentioned how glad I am that you grew your hair out enough for me to do that?" She asks between heady breaths.

"Mm-mm," he mumbles into her skin with a laugh as he drags his soft lips lower and lower down her body.

She grins to herself as he licks and sucks the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her shorts. He knows her body so well. Too well, even. Shawn was making it damn hard to want to go out and find a real boyfriend. Why would she want to teach someone new all her desires and every inch of her body?

Shawn already knows. He's had years of practice to get this good at sex with her, and it's the same for her. Kallie knows every little spot that makes him whimper, and with just how much pressure to touch him on his thigh to get him going. She should, considering they've been doing it since they were 18.

They learned how to do sex together. They're great at it. Nothing is appealing about starting over. But, eventually, they'll have to because they agreed from the beginning that they would stop if the time comes.

Kallie rests her head on her hand as Shawn drives the four of them back home from graduation rehearsal. Raul and Peter are as rowdy as ever in the backseat, too excited for what comes next. The radio plays at an intense volume so that it can be heard over the boys and also, the rushing of the wind coming through the open windows.

She watches the buildings of the town she grew up in fly by in blurs while Shawn sings beautifully to the radio. She loves his voice. Though all three of the boys are musically inclined, Kallie thought Shawn was the one that had the most potential to make a career out of it. But, he's determined to give the university a go like the rest of them.

They roll up to a stoplight and Shawn looks over to the passenger seat with a bright smile. "Kal?" He jostles her shoulder playfully.

"Huh?" She snaps out of her thoughts as she meets his eyes and glances in the mirror at the backseat.