Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ AJ2 ❯ AJ2 ( Chapter 1 )

Happy Birthday Anne!

 

“I don't have much time.” I told her.

 

The sadness in her eyes was overwhelming. And it was probably reflected in my own, mixed with a yearning so powerful it eats me alive at night. During the day as well I suppose. Forget it! All the time. It won't even pretend I have any self-control or resistance left. I used it all up trying to stay strong for the perfection at my side. I would do anything for her. And it's quite sad that no one will let me prove that what I say is true.

 

“Any time we have is good enough for me.” She answered me. I gathered her in my arms, pulling her as tight as I could against me, hoping she could fill the aching hole within me that burned with righteous indignation at being refused the presence of the one I love.

 

We heard a chink from behind a crevice in the wall. We jumped, not knowing who would be there. Someone, anyone, could betray us. We were already in such a tight spot that there wasn't room for a single flinch, lest we ruin any stability we have managed to cling to. It wasn't much, but we at least were able to be together, for this one moment. And if anything ruined it for us, I do not know how I would resist the temptation to beat its head into the wall repeatedly for destroying the one moment of peace I can possibly receive.

 

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw who it was, and I felt her relax against me. She made a motion as if to pull away, but I held her fast and refused to let go. To end this moment would be like a rusty sword through tender flesh doused with salt. Even more so, the person who had just made themselves present did not care.

 

“I got you a present.” The intruder said. The smile on her face was quite mad, as if she had just discovered how to breathe underwater. She threw something to us gently. Jess caught it, and I peered down at it then looked back at her, confused.

 

“What are these?” I asked finally.

 

“Keys, Anne.”

 

“I know that. But to what?” I demanded. The smile on her face clearly revealed she was having a good deal of fun teasing us, and that she was leading up to something big.

 

“Oh, just the roof.” She started turning around to walk away.

 

“Wait! The school roof?!” Jess asked in disbelief.

 

“Obviously.”

 

“But how did you get them?”

 

She stopped to consider. “I have my ways.” Was all she said before she promptly disappeared around the corner. I could hear her shoes clacking down the hallway until they reached the stairs and the pattern disappeared little by little.

 

Jess turned the keys over a few times in her hand. I could not tell what she was thinking. Her head was bent down and her mounds of hair were obscuring her face from my desperate view. I carefully tucked her hair behind her ear as much as I could. There was just too much hair, and her ears were not large enough to trap it all. But I loved the excuse to touch her hair. I doubt I really needed an excuse to touch her at this point, but simply a justification was helpful.

 

“How much time do we have?” she eventually asked, looking up at me. I was shocked and slightly thrilled to see a hunger in her eyes. The light which poured out from them surrounded me, and I grew hot all over.

 

I fumbled with my cell phone and saw that we had a little over a half hour. So I told her this, and the light doubled. I could not have even hoped for her to be this willing, this daring, this beautiful. I could see the positions reversed easily. I could completely see myself persuading her to accompany me to the roof to do all those things we had been denied. To break through all the restrictions and be so much higher than everyone else. To be somewhere where no one could touch us, to make us come down from our mighty height and feel beneath our proper place.

 

It was never really decided, but we automatically started moving to the third floor. It was common knowledge that the door to the roof was in the janitor's closet. It was always locked however, and no one had even been up there. The thought of being able to go where everyone wanted but could not set me over the top with absolute fizzling pride.

 

Lucky for us, it was barley May. The air was warm, but the sun was still slightly weak. I could just imagine what would happen if we burned while up here. How could we ever hope to explain that one away? Considering we were both so bad at making excuses and lying to save our own butts, it was very fortunate that there was also a four foot tall rim surrounding the floor. No one would be able to see us from the street is we sat down. Which we did.

 

We sat for a minute with our arms around each other and looked out over the trees. It was incredibly beautiful up here, and I wondered briefly how many others had seen this sight. How many others had experienced this beauty with the person they loved more then freedom? That's what I gave up for her. That's how I proved to her how much I really do love her. All freedom and dignity stripped away and now here I was, atop the whole lot of them. Above the ignorance and persecution and downright vileness of those who appose us.

 

Knowing our time was limited, I was eager to make the most of it. I pressed her down onto the floor, which was thankfully not as roughly textured as I would have thought, and proceeded to act upon ever fantasy I had entertained during these months of forced chastity. The feel of her lips was a sensation I had memorized months ago, but had slipped away slightly during the absence. It came back fully and completely the moment our lips touched. I remembered all the curves and contours of her body I had discovered over and over again and remembered long after, when I was alone, I could recall every detail of her being. Her taste. Her sent. Her absolute perfection that drowned me in beauty and bliss, making it damn near impossible to think of anything to do except keep going.

 

I don't know how, but soon the barriers of clothing that were irritating the hell out of both of us came away partially as if they had melted beneath the stare of the lukewarm sun. It smiled and winked at us as we traced out fingers over each others lips, eyelashes, neck, shoulders, sides, and ever other thing we could reach as we stayed pressed closely together. Glued and bonded for all eternity. I wanted to stay up here forever, but I knew my time must be half gone by now.

 

Perhaps it was the knowledge of being in place so solitary and blocked from the remainder of mankind, but we were acting as we never had before. The barriers that other people had pressed upon us had been over come the moment we set foot on this roof and laid together as we had been unable to do on many months. But now the restrictions we had placed upon ourselves, months ago and continuing now, were also washed away. There were no limits or doubt in my mind, and every time she touched me, I felt as if she was telling me the feeling was mutual.

 

Of course, I was careful not to overstep my boundaries. I would not ruin this precious moment for anything, nor trade it even for a chance to rearrange the cosmos. The stars were in place, and they were smiling at us, giving us the chance now. They were aligned in our favor, in our honor, and we intended to use them as we had never hoped we could. I was careful not to expect too much however. We had been in situations like this before, long ago, followed almost immediately by what we now call “The Great Stupidity Act of October 27th.”

 

My brain froze as small hands began to pluck at my waistband. I closed my eyes, knowing this was a dream. A far more realistic and intense dream than I usually experienced. But the fact remained in my mind that this was too good to be real. Far too wonderful to be actual. I pursed my lips together, holding back cries and pleas of continuation that rose in my throat. Resistance was never my strong point, and I was so close now. It was damn near impossible.

 

I felt her pull away slightly. I could feel her eyes on me, and I squinted down at her. She seemed confused, as if she was teetering on the edge of saying something. Uncertainty? I could not figure it out. The look on her face was far too trivial. As soon as I realized she was not backing off because she wanted to stop, I lowered my lips down to her neck, and began biting softly. I wanted nothing more than to make her squirm beneath me, but I had to be careful. Nothing could be worse than to land us in the exact same situation we had been in months ago.

 

I longed to bring all sadness away from her. To completely block the harsh realities of the world, our life, from touching her, even if I had to use my own body as a shield. I had tried so hard during these past months to keep her happy. I did not want her to be sad. I felt as if protecting her was my way to redemption. Maybe I would be forgiven if I could do something honorable.

 

It seemed to have worked, because I was being generously rewarded. What with the site that met my eyes on this rooftop was so completely beautiful and fare, silken and untouchably perfect. I was being rewarded and responded to as I would never have thought I ever deserved or would get for no reason.

 

The fabric around my waist slackened and sagged slightly. She arched her back and pulled me closer to her, pressing her hips up into mine. My breath caught in my throat and I could think of nothing to do but kiss her, harder and keep her under me, trap her there and refuse to let her get up. For all eternity I would move my lips against hers, trace my tongue over her teeth and taste her generous sweetness.

 

My head was so fogged from kissing her. Her lips do something to me that make every rational and sensible thought ricochet of the walls of my brain, unable to enter. An unexpected heat on my abdomen made no sense. There was no explanation for the warmth I was feeling, till I felt it separate and move. Lower.

 

I gasped out, unable to control the surprise and feeling that short through my body, stretching into the tips of my finger to the top of my head, and turning me into a bundle of nerves. Nothing existed any more but our bodies, and what she was doing to mine, so gentle and cautiously, was making me shudder. It was all I could do to resist from collapsing on top of her as I begged for her continuation, molded with her name. It was all a jumbled mess, just like myself. Entirely given over to some other force.

 

I could not make heads or tails of anything around me, on me, in me. I had become nothing but a set of nerves, feeling, and doing nothing else. My knees ached from holding myself up as my body quivered uncontrollable, and continued to tremble more so as she refused to stop. No one wanted her to, so no one was complaining. But the feeling! Something I can not even begin to hope to explain adequately.

 

It's as if every fiber of your being is trying to burst out and fly in a million different directions. You can barely hold yourself together, and you trust someone else to do it for you, to continue, because if they stop, it would be like a fate close to heartbreak. To feel so out of control, yet be completely in control and in tune to the touch of another is surreal. The constant rhythmic pressing and contact is unlike any feeling one can get from themselves. Unlike any feeling invented my man. This sensation had to have been something the spirits were forced to free, for it could never be trapped, nor controlled. It has a life of its own. A pulsing, pumping beat set my one and received by another.

 

All at once, it was too much. It was rocketing through my body as if tiny fire balls were flying through me, to every atom in my person, warming me and soothing me into complete relaxation. I allowed myself to press my now glistening body flat upon hers and tangle our fingers together. It took awhile for my breath to even out, but when it did, I kissed her again. I wanted to convey to her how much she meant to me. How much I treasured every bit of her for what it was and what it will always remain to be.

 

“I'd like to stay up here forever.” She told me when I pulled my mouth away to let her catch her own breath.

 

“We'll come back. I promise you.” I told her, and kissed her neck lightly.

 

I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. I will be honest, one hundred percent!