(ON HOLD) Tell Me When I'm Good Enough ($uicideboy$/$crim story)

Sixteen

I could tell she wasn't happy about getting in the car. Her jaw was set and she was gritting her teeth. It gave me somewhat mixed signals. Does she want to stay it does she feel like he has to? I don't want to be a burden. Like she feels like she needs to be here or to stay instead of her wanting to.

I can't even find the words to start.  Words good enough to express how I'm feeling. I wish she could hear all the screaming in my head right now. I'm confused about everything but that I want her to stay. Need her to stay. Or need her in general. I just want her to be in my life.

I couldn't take her breaking Infront of me, it took everything to not crack. I'm not a ticking timebomb like everyone seems to believe. I'm not cured. I never will be and it will be a struggle for the rest of my life but people need to stop projecting. They have made her feel like she will tip me over the edge. I think she will do the opposite. I think she will pull me out of the darkness I've been stuck in. She obviously has dealt with addiction before and for some reason that both saddens and comforts me. I hate the thought of her having to see that but makes me think that if I ever do slip up it won't push her away or make her think any less of me.

I'm not sure if that police officer was a blessing or a curse. On one hand I am now very frustrated again but the other it stopped is from rushing. I think she deserves a date at least. One that will make up for the horrible start. I don't want to start this relationship off with sex. I want to do this right.

We arrive back at the house and you can see the relief in the room. Everyone visably relaxes. I'm back and I'm not strung out. It disappoints me a bit that they would think so little of me. But I suppose I did flip out and then storm out with no direction. I go over and smooth things out with Oddy as he looks like he's about to pass out. We all agree that we have had enough excitement for one night and we just order in some food and sit around the fire. Amber sits with me under a blanket snuggled under my arm and it just feels right. We agreed that she should stay in the guest room save us the temptation. We wanted to do this right this time. Not rush things. Even if the sexual tension is killing us.

She was only going to be here another day or so and I needed to go all out on a date. I needed to show her I was serious about us. Especially after all has happened up to now. We haven't really had a smooth start. I wanted to do something that means something to me. Not necessarily something flashy. Something meaningful. Something personal.

Everyone starts to head off to bed leaving us alone at the fire pit. She turns to look up at me tracing the tattoos on my face with her finger. My stomach has butterfly's at her touch. She leans up and places and sweet kiss on my lips.

"How do you feel about going on a date with me tomorrow?" I brush the hair from her face cupping her cheek

"I'd love to" she smiles up at me.

"Well you need to be ready for 6 please" she kisses my lips softly

"What is the dress code?" she kisses me again.

"dressy casual" she huffs but kisses me again.

"That's always the most awkward, I never know what shoes to wear" she kisses me deeper.

"Just don't wear heels or at least bring some flats with you" she narrows her eyes at me and straddles my lap, wrapping her arms round my neck. She rakes her hands through my hair as we start to make out. I wrap one of my arms round her waist and the other rests on her hip. "Amber" I breathe.

"Ummhmm" she hums into my mouth

"We should stop this before it goes too far..." I hold her hips in place. She pulls away and looks into my eyes. Her blue eyes dark with lust. It took all of my willpower to pick her up and place her back next to me placing a chaste kiss on her lips. She pouted her protest at me." Humour me" I sigh

"Fine but this best be a really good first date" she sulks

"I promise its going to surprise you, come on let's get to bed" I hold my hand out for her to take so I can pull her up. She grins and pulls me down to her. I catch myself and hover over her with my hands either side of her head. She reaches up and kisses me. Smirking into my lips. "Your going to be the death of me" I chuckle. She puts her hands round the back of my neck. I lift her up to her feet. "Bed"

"Okay Daddy" she smiles innocently. I groan as I feel my dick react to her deliberate sexual reference. She knows exactly what she's doing, she's going to drive me to insanity.

"Amber...Your sexual prowess is not going to work on me" I lie. My hearts beating out of my chest. It's taking every ounce of my being not to take her here and now.

"Well this bead of sweat says something completely different Daddy" she purrs as she runs a fingertip across my forehead. I grab that hand quickly and lead her through house, looking back over my shoulder at her pouting face.

"All in time lil mama"