The Other One

Chapter 8

I wanted to get this up, because I haven't updated in a week. Sorry, it's a little short.

I haven't even started on the next chapter, but I promise I will write and upload it within the next two weeks. ('The next two weeks' seems to be becoming my motto haha.)

Aanyway, hope you guys like. :] Read, Comment, Vote, Enjoy! :D

+Cake

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Nathan was surprised to find an empty room.  He looked around in confusion. Where did Lizzie go?

"Lizzie?" He called into the room, taking careful steps until he was in the middle of it, facing a window. He heard a shuffle to his left. Please let her be wearing clothes, he thought desperately, before spinning in a slow circle to face the sound.

Lizzie was standing in the entryway of the closet, hair piled crazily on her head, wearing a little black nightie that left very little to the imagination. Nathan stared for a few seconds, and then realized what was going on and started backing up, swearing vehemently.

That running away plan was sounding really good right about now. Nathan shot a frantic look at the bedroom door.

Lizzie swayed her gorgeous hips over and pressed herself up against him, hands rubbing teasingly over his chest. His control was currently about the size of a dime, and he made a last attempt to pull out of her arms. If she tried anything else, he would literally be unable to resist, and he didn't want to wreck the safe thing they had, all because of their hormones and her drunkenness.

She had enough issues with men, and he most certainly did not want to add to the list. "Lizzie, I don't think -"

She framed his face with her hands to keep him in place, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him hard, cutting off whatever else he planned to say. The dime quickly disappeared into nothingness, along with all his desperate thoughts.

He wrapped his hands around her upper arms and jerked her body up and towards him, crushing his lips to hers. She looped her legs around his waist and buried her fingers in his hair, nibbling gently on his bottom lip. He moaned in the back of his throat and moved his hands to cup her butt, slowly backing up until he felt the backs of his knees hit the bed.

She tasted like vanilla and mint and felt utterly perfect pressed so close to him. He pulled back for a few seconds to breathe and attempt to clear his head, but she quickly slanted her mouth across his again and he was a goner. She pushed herself closer to him, causing him to lose balance and fall backwards onto the bed, the soft mattress cushioning the fall.

Lizzie twisted at the last second and landed on top, straddling Nathan's hips. The zipper on his jeans was beginning to cause him physical pain from the extreme pressure and he let out a groan into her mouth. She breathed out a giggle and slowly ground into him, knocking the breath out of his lungs. "Lizzie, if you're going to do that, my pants need to come off," he panted, resisting the urge to grind back. Hot damn.

In seconds, Nathan found he was no longer wearing jeans. Well, she worked fast. And she hadn't even moved from her position. How the hell did she do that?

Lizzie kissed him again, smiling against his lips. "Shirt?"

He stared openly at her as her fingers fumbled with the buttons. She was like a mischievous, beautiful pixie, all energy and sweetness wrapped up in one perfect little package. He ran his fingers gently up her spine and kissed her tenderly. A sudden feeling of wholeness and happiness consumed him when she kissed back just as affectionately, and it scared the crap out of him. He sat up a little to pull the shirt over his head, and slowed down to think, shaken at the feeling.