The Mess with the Message

Chapter 13: It's You And Me Vs The Whole World

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Disclaimer: Sexual content in this chapter(not so strong though)

"Hey, can I sleep with you?"

"Yea,but no monkey business,you hear me?

"There won't be any unless you want us to...?"

"Listen you perv,just because we've kissed in the rain..."

But just before she could finish her sentence,Louis grabbed her by her waist and flooded her with kisses. He knew that was something they both needed and there's no time to waste.

He whispered, "Let's make this one last happy farewell fuck."It was their last day at the camp and Louis wasn't settling for nothing less than one passionate night

He touched her on the forehead between her eyes and ran his finger down the line of her nose. "I'll make love to you 100 percent safe."

She had never imagined you could say those words and still feel tender, but now she was lying on her side and he was lying on his and he had those clear hazel Catchprice eyes and such sweet crease marks around his eyes.

"Is there 100 percent?" she asked.

"Is this safe?"

"Hmm?"

"Does this feel safe?"

"Louis, don't."

"Don't worry. I'll keep my word. Is this safe?"

"Of course."

She let him undress her and caress her swollen body. God, she thought- this is how people die.

"Is this beautiful to you?" "Oh yes," he said. "You glisten...."

She began to kiss him, to kiss his chest, to nuzzle her face among
the soft apple-sweet hairs, discovering as she did so a hunger for the scents and textures of male skin.

"Get the condom," she heard herself say.

"You sure?"

"Mmm."

"I've got it."

"I'm crazy," she said

She started to tell him something but then thought no. They fell together, folded toward each other, and then she leaned back, arching, shored on her back-braced arms, and she let him pace the occasion. At some point she opened her eyes and saw him watching her, measuring her progress, and he looked a little isolated and wan and she pulled his head down to her and sucked salt from his tongue and heard the sort of breast-slap, the splash of upper bodies and the banging bed.

Then it was a matter of close concentration. She listened for something inside the bloodrush and she spun his hips and felt electric and desperate and finally home free and she looked at his eyes stung shut and his mouth stretched so tight it seemed taped at the corners, upper lip pressed white against his teeth, and she felt a kind of hanged man's coming when he came, the jumped body and stiffened limbs, and she ran a hand through his hair-be nicer if we did it more often.

After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure and fun, they both fell asleep cuddled up to each other.

What a night!

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Louis woke up the following morning feeling better than he had ever felt. This was his first ever sexual experience with someone he had a connection with and it was one of the best thing he'd ever felt.

He looked at her and how peacefully she was deep in her sleep. It was 12 and all he wanted was to silence the rumbling of his stomach.

"Sorry I woke you up? "

"No you didn't, I could feel your eyes trail on me even when was I was asleep"

"It's not my fault that you look so gorgeous in your sleep. " Louis smirked making laurel blush." Did you enjoy last night?"

" No. You actually assaulted me. I wasn't into it the idea yet?" Laurel joked

"Hey,you actually liked it. Your eyes actual tell me you want another round!" Louis said grabbing the light as a feather laurel and flooding her with kisses.

"Stop! You're starting to me feel like you're a sex addict." Laurel shoved him aside.

"I'm going to make us brunch. Go take a shower while I prepare something that will make up for the lost energy. "

"You asshole,do I really smelland please don't talk about our sexual escapades. It's embarrassing." Laurel said throwing a pillow on to Louis.

" Fine,I surrender. We're leaving in 2 hours . You better hurry up babe."

"OK Derrick."

"Don't call me Derrick,you're so unfair. I call you babe and you return it with that name."

"You know my ex was also called Derrick,you just have to bare with me if I'll occasionally call you that. "

" Is he someone I should be jealous of?"

" Not really. We broke up a few weeks ago. "

"Why? "

" Mr detective. Before I tell you why you'll have to tell me more about your nightmare."

That was a chapter Louis never wanted to visit. It was something that crushed him whenever he gave it thought and right now, he didn't want to be crushed. Laurel saw that he was getting pale and decided to brush of the question. She knew that eventually, time will come when he'd open up.