Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ AJ ❯ AJ ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One

 

“You've already won me over, in Spite of me.”

 

Your lips like rosebuds; they are soft and shapely, you taste so unfamiliar. Darker skin juxtaposed against my white self, that eyebrow raised, that hint of a smile lifting the corners of your mouth…your mouth… your mouth …your hair falls about my shoulders. You are so trusting right now, and if I could but hold this moment forever I would have some semblance of that which you are made of, you, untainted. Your hand in mine is small; I hold it close to me. When your muscles tense up I am lifted to another plane of existence, where you are.

 

“This traffic is ridiculous!”

 

I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my bottom lip till I saw a burst of stars shower beneath my lids. It was absolute torture not being able to touch her when she was sitting so close. Every time she shifted, even the slightest twitch of her hips or movement of her back, I could tell. I knew, but I wished to block it out. The leather seats in the back of the car tensed, snagged, and snapped when she moved. It only made me that much more aware of her presence. So close, yet so far. I couldn't touch her where she was at the moment. I yearned to so much it burnt in my chest. My fingertips were chilled with the desire to sink my fingers into her incredible hair and slide along her velvet olive skin that smelled of sweet, moist roses.

 

The car slid ungracefully along the roads, stopping, bucking, dipping. It made me dizzy and my head was already filled to the brim with thick fluff that blocked every form of thinking I have ever believed I possess. My father's babbling about how dances were in “his day” only made everything worse. His presence was what kept me from reaching out for her small hand and holding it tightly in mine. So tightly I could feel her pulse, her life, her Energy, her beautiful being I longed to be near. My own blood flow became a constant gush. There was no beating, only a constant race that made me want to get out of my skin.

 

However, even when we got to my house there was a waiting game we would be forced to play. Like an unwelcome gym class in the rain. I've never known my parents to stay up this late before. Normally they fall asleep quickly, but they seem to be staying awake simply to torment me. To make my brain burst from an overload of desire clashing with frustration. Also, my face was caked with layers of make-up that I loath! I allowed one of her friends to apply it, rather uncomfortably, at a football game. I suppose it was pay-back for spreading grass through her thick, dark brown hair that clung to the grass like Velcro.

 

Even when we changed into our nightclothes, my parents were still awake. My one comfort was the fact that when they finally did go to sleep and end this restriction, they would be exhausted enough to not wake up. I truly prayed that this was true, for I knew once this tension has been shattered, quiet wasn't going to be a word in my vocabulary.

 

I could tell she was growing tired. Her head was lolling on her neck ever so slightly; only someone who watched her as closely as I do could ever hope to notice. Her eyes were glossed over. Whether from desire, longing, love, or absolute exhaustion I couldn't tell.

 

“Do you want to go to bed Jessica?” I asked her softly.

 

She did not seem able to speak; she nodded instead and extended her hand. I twisted mine through hers, our fingers laced together, and I pulled her along. I saw her eyes light up a bit as she glided through the air as I tugged.

 

I led her into my room. She had been in here many times before. We had sat on my bed and talked about books and people. But now she was looking around carefully as if she had never seen it before. I turned the lights off, but the moon was shining through the window, casting a bluish glow over everything.

 

She looked so innocent, untainted, as she looked around, bathed in silvery light. I couldn't take it anymore. I broke through all restraints, cast them aside and pulled her toward me. My lips were on hers, gliding over their soft plumpness as she returned the pressure and relaxed in my arms. I loved the silky smooth feeling of her lips moving in contract to mine, yet in unison. Their absolute perfection that I darted out to taste. There is nothing I would rather do than kiss her for all eternity. To forever explore the contours of her mouth, to reach her true core of being and memorize it.

 

I pushed her onto the bed and covered her body with mine. Her body. I could never explain the wonder, the joy, and the need that crushes on top of me whenever I can focus on it. Piece by piece I notice and glorify in it, for it is far too complex and wonderful to group together.

 

My hands clutch at her sides and I can feel her breathing. My lips at her neck, sliding over her pulse point reminds me of how alive she is. She makes me alive as well. I, who feels no regret when I lie, who walks around dead, have been brought to the living realm by the amazing being under me. I press my head to her heart and listen to it beat. Thank god that it is beating and pray that I am the one making that increase in pace.

 

She pushed me off of her. I leaned back, confused. Had I gone too far? I felt like I had failed her.

 

Then, as if in a dream, I saw her fingers curl around the edge of her T-shirt. If I could, I would replay that moment over and over again. The way the material slid over her skin, caught in her hair and slipped off the bed. If there is a more beautiful sight in the world anywhere, I'd like to take her there, but I do not think there is such a place that could rival the sight of her bare torso. I stared at her. I could not think of anything else to do but memorize the sight of her.

 

She did not give me enough time to soak in the one moment before she moved to another. She tugged my shirt up over my head. The air was colder than I thought it would be. Her flesh looked rosy and warm whereas mine looked frozen and white. I pressed myself against her and felt the heat transfer before she rolled us over and swapped our positions. Her confidence surprised me. It was thrilling and unpredictable and made my breath catch in my throat, but her lips were on mine before I could attempt to regain my lost oxygen.

 

She kissed me fully, gave me all of her. I took what she offered and gave it back. My hands clutched at her back, pulling her closer even though there was no space left. Our bodies were molded together and ft perfectly. Her mouth was open to me and I traced her teeth, lip line and sought her tongue which had delved into my mouth.

 

I was drunk on her taste, honey like, sweet and tender. My head spun as her mouth left mine and proceeded to trace my jawbone. She planted soft kisses down my throat, and then began to apply pressure. I felt her teeth press into my flesh, felt her tongue dart out to taste and sooth away any sting her teeth may have caused. I gasped and moaned, digging my fingernails into her back, trying to tell her not to stop, never to stop.

 

I would fall apart if she left me. I'd fall, and I'd fall fast. She is my everything, my Energy, my world, light, touch, sound. I can't imagine a life without her that could be lived at all without being under nearly constantly.

 

She moved farther down, to my collar bone, and continued her pattern till I felt like I would simply melt under her lips. The scalding heat of her mouth seeping into my skin, then being accosted by the chilly air surrounding us as she moves to attack a different section. I can barley take it. I am feeling more than I have ever felt before in my life, all at once. Pleasure, love, need, and absolute bliss. As she continues to move downward and suckle, I become nothing more than a heap of bundled nerves. I am nothing but feeling, tensed up and pleading. I gasped her name and felt her smile against my skin. It's as if I can see the corners of her mouth twitching right in front of my eyes and I realize how pleased she is with herself.

 

I readjust my grip on her and roll us over again. I stare down at her face, her beautiful features that dance around in my head, teasing me. I began attacking the base of her neck with double the force as she had on me. Her skin was creamy and luscious, as I knew it would be. My hands, which were placed on either side of her hips, fluttered upward, gliding over her sides, the flesh of her belly, and coming to rest atop the soft mounds I had been dreaming about through her clothes.

 

Her back arched and her breath quickened. I latched back onto her pulse point and let my hands, which seemed to have a mind of their own, aided by my fantasies, do as they pleased. And they pleased her. A moan tore from her throat; a long suppressed and heavy moan escaped the boundaries of her lips I had long since unblocked.

 

I was making her happy. The thought literally brought tears to my eyes. I could not believe that the glorious person who brought me so much joy and peace was actually being repaid by my simple actions. How I have longed to make her half as pleased as I am, never believing I really could. I feel as if I don't deserve her, yet she wants me. I want her like I've never quite wanted anything else before.

 

“Anne, what's wrong?” she pushed herself up and looked at me with her beautiful brown, cat-like eyes.

 

“Nothing. I just really love you Jess.”

 

I saw light in her eyes again, brighter than any I have seen thus far.

 

“I love you too Anne.”

 

Happiness, warm and inviting wrapped itself around me. I kissed her again, gently this time, and pulled her back against my chest. I traced circles on the soft skin of her shoulder with my, now warm, fingertips till I heard her breath even out and knew she had fallen asleep. I prayed she was dreaming of me as I traced the nail marks I had made on her back. Tonight I felt like I had reached the moons. All of them. With her.