James?" Lauren asked softly as she looked up at the starlit sky above her.
"Huh?" He replied, his voice matching the softness of hers.
"Do you really have to go?"
He gave a gentle laugh and glanced sideways at her. They were lying out on the roof of their home at Cherub campus staring up at the purplish black nighttime sky blanketed with twinkling stars. There was supposed to be a meteor shower that night and it was also James's last night home before he left to study abroad in LA. Though meteor showers weren't exactly Lauren's idea of a great time, she wanted to be with him one last time before she lost him forever.
"Yeah," James replied, "I have to go."
They rested in silence for a moment admiring the sky. James was content with the idea of watching the shower from the terrace, but it was Lauren's idea to climb up on the roof. He had been surprised that she wanted to join him at all, but he welcomed the company. They had been getting along better as of late. The snide comments and harsh jokes at each other's expense came to a steady decline and you could actually tell that they were going to miss one another.
Their rooftop theater really was the perfect location to watch the universe's light show, except for the comments of their nosey neighbors showing up every ten minutes.
"You kids shouldn't be up on the roof like that! You're gonna fall and break your necks!" Came a shout from above.
"That's it," Lauren complained as she sat up. She watched as the bothersome red shirt carer left them to go to her room. She leaned over James and pushed at his side to give him more room. The scent of her lavender shampoo wafted up at him and he inhaled deeply. It reminded him of whenever she left the bathroom after her morning shower. God, he was going to miss that smell. Even though the amount of time she spent in the shower, and the fact that most of the hot water was gone by the time he got in, usually pissed him off, he always loved the way the bathroom felt after she left it. The hot mist hanging in the air smelling like her shampoo. He would stand in the center of the room breathing it in until he knew he was spreading his time limit too thin. James watched as Lauren and settled back down on the red blanket they shared.
"There, now we're all alone," she said and gave him a smile.
"You know, a month ago I wouldn't have admitted this," James began, "but I can completely see why you're the better agent." He looked over at her and returned her smile. He didn't even know you could come up to the roof. James knew at that moment that no one beat Lauren when it came to that area of expertise.
"It's nothing," Lauren replied and gave a shrug. James couldn't be positive, but in the evening din he thought he saw a blush creep up her neck and kiss her cheeks.
"No, Lauren, it is something. And you should be proud of yourself," he said and turned to rest on his side to look at her. He propped his head up by resting it in his hand, "and you deserve it." Lauren mimicked his position, turning her body to face his.
"You know, I thought you'd be mad," Lauren said after a pause, lowering her hand and resting it on top of the blanket between them. She began to idly remove tiny pieces of fuzz, "I mean, I knew you liked being top dog."
James nodded and watched the meticulous repetition of Lauren's fingers as they moved over the surface of the blanket, "yeah," he began, "but, Lauren," he placed his hand on top of hers and looked up waiting for her to meet his gaze. When she did he smiled, "I could never be mad at you for reaching your full potential. That's something I've wanted for you for a long, long time."
Lauren's eyes were wider as his fingers closed over her hand. His warmth radiated over her body and she felt her temperature rise. She had always known that there were feelings inside her that weren't exactly normal where James was concerned, but having him so close; with skin on skin contact was making that abundantly clear. Warning bells were sounding in her head and she knew that she should pull away, but the thought of him leaving the next day was playing on her conscience. If she pulled away, she might never get the chance again. Instead of breaking contact, she encouraged it by turning her hand over so they were palm to palm.
"I just know that you really liked having your time in the limelight," her voice was barely a whisper, and James leaned toward her as if to hear better.
James's heart was racing as he lay on that blanket stretched out beneath the stars with Lauren. It was exhilarating being so exposed and yet, knowing they were shielded from all eyes except their own. The smoothness of her palm was sending tiny shock waves through his skin. Every fibre of his being was telling him that wasn't a normal feeling to be having about your little sister. Still, he couldn't accept backing down when he knew that he might never be with her like this again. It was a rare opportunity and even though James wasn't normally a guy to act on impulse, his whole body was aching for spontaneity.
James released his hold on Lauren's hand and ran his fingers down the side of her face marveling at the smoothness of her creamy skin, the brightness of her eyes and the way her lips parted as his fingers came to rest just beside them. She was beautiful.
"James?" Lauren whispered, her eyes searching his face for a sign that this was really happening. When she had created the bubble she had no idea that it might lead to something like this, though she certainly wasn't wishing it to stop. Was that wrong? Was it really a horrible thing? It didn't feel horrible. It felt, sexy. Her eyes found his and what she saw there was a mix of love, guilt, and lust. She felt his fingers travel so lightly down her face that the sensation tickled, they finally came to rest beside her lips and her heart pounded. Her stomach fluttered to relieve itself of nervous energy. Was this it? The idea of this moment had played on her mind many times throughout the last couple of years, but she never thought that it would actually come to fruition. James was always so perfect, so right about everything. He never made a mistake. He never did anything he didn't want to or what he thought was wrong. So, if he was doing this … then it must not be that wrong. Right?
James was oblivious to the thoughts roving in Lauren's mind, all he could tell was that she hadn't moved away from his touch. She didn't pull back and scream at him. She didn't call him a freak or a pervert. In fact, the look in her eyes was almost pleading. Did she want this as much as he did? That question caused his heart to leap into his throat. Lauren was impulsive and impetuous, but she never ran headfirst into anything she didn't believe in. If she was willing to take this jump with him then her heart must be in it. He heard her whisper his name and he had never heard that tone in her voice before. A little scared with the faint hint of cautious excitement swirling beneath the surface. It was then that James knew he could never carry on with his life without knowing how she tasted. His fingers moved against her face, feeling the softness of her skin as his hand cupped her cheek, his thumb lightly tracing over her lower lip. Her eyes closed for a brief moment and James took that as the only invitation he needed. His hand fisted lightly into her hair and pulled her close without hesitation. His mouth was on hers, all passion and need. He felt her melt to his will.
The feel of James's lips on hers was electrifying. Lauren had never felt any kiss like it before. Her lips felt numb, but in a good way. Then they began to tingle with a sensation that made her head spin and she began to feel dizzy. Can a kiss make you feel drunk? She felt as though she was losing herself in James's touch and she couldn't hold the position of lying on her side any longer. Though reluctant, she pulled away from his lips as she allowed herself to roll onto her back. She reached up to James and this time it was she who pulled him down to her. He switched his position so that he was leaning over her, supporting his weight with his hands. Their lips pulled at each other, their teeth nipped and tongues caressed. Lauren laced her fingers into his dark hair and pulled his face toward her each time she felt as though he was pulling away. She didn't want this to end. She would do anything to keep him here in this moment. In their own world.
James pulled away from Lauren, turning his head slightly to untangle her fingers from his hair. His breathing was labored and he felt as though he had been running a marathon. A very exciting, marathon. He knew that the proof of his excitement was painfully obvious, yet Lauren didn't seem to notice. She lay beneath him, her hair surrounding her like a dark pillow against the red blanket. Her cheeks flushed, her eyelids closed ever so slightly giving her the look as though she were waking from a wonderful dream. The pink gloss of her lips was long gone, smudged off from kissing, instead her lips were a deeper pink and puffy from the friction. James had never seen a more beautiful sight.
"James," Lauren said softly, her eyes looking up at him now with a sultry expression, "don't stop touching me."
Though the words were shocking, they weren't unwelcome, but he needed to know if it was truly okay.
"Are you sure?" He asked as he lowered himself until he was lying beside her on the blanket, close enough so their bodies were touching.
"Very sure," she replied. Lauren sat up then and pulled off her tank top. She set it aside, careful not to toss it outside of their protective bubble. James looked up and admired her back. Her skin was unblemished and perfect, so smooth and delicate. He watched as her hands came around to unhook her powder blue bra, but his hand shot up and stopped her as he sat up.
"James, it's okay ... I want to," Lauren said, turning her head a little to look back at him.
"It's not that," he replied as he lowered his lips to her shoulder and placed a kiss against her hot skin, "I want to undo it."
"Oh," Lauren blushed, but removed her hand from the hook of her bra and patiently waited for James. He positioned himself behind her with his legs on either side of her body as she sat and he rested his hands against her skin. He wanted to feel all of her. Slowly and gently he began rubbing her shoulders every so often running his hand up and down the softness of her slender neck.
"God, that feels so good," Lauren said her eyes closing as his hands worked her shoulders. She had never felt more at ease. James pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders and she allowed them to fall against her arms. He kissed the places where the straps had been and leaned his head on her shoulder as she felt the back of his hand gently caressing her back. Lauren turned her face so that she was looking at him with his head resting on her shoulder. She was about to speak when she felt the hook of her bra give way. She watched as he smirked and lowered his lips to her shoulder again. His hands pushed the fabric of her bra away from her body and all she did was lift her arms slightly to allow the movement. Then she felt his hands reach around and cup her breasts. She couldn't help herself, she moaned when she felt his touch.
James continued kissing her neck and sucking gently at the tender flesh. He felt her head fall to the side as he squeezed and massaged her. He felt her nipples harden at his touch and his cock twitched and strained against his jeans. His face was resting against her neck now, his breath hot against her skin. He released his hold on her breasts in the interest of running his fingers lightly over their rock hard tips. Lauren fell back against his chest and he wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled her close. His head was now lifted from her shoulder so that she could fully lie back against him. James leaned over and placed a kiss on her temple before noticing that her eyes were closed and her lips parted with pleasure. He ran his hand down her stomach and felt her shiver at his light touch which continued until his fingertips dipped below the top of her denim skirt.
Lauren loved the feeling of James's hands on her skin; the tingling caresses lulling her into submission. She didn't want him to ever stop. His hands trailed down her stomach and she felt her skin develop tiny goose bumps from the heightened sensitivity. She felt his fingers disappear into the top of her skirt and her eyes opened. Suddenly without warning the spark that was flickering within her burst into a bright open flame. White and hot. Her hands found the button on her skirt and she tugged it open, forced the zipper down and shimmied the fabric down her slender hips until all that was left was her white panties. They weren't the sexiest pair she owned, but she hadn't exactly been expecting a moment like this. She sat up and turned to face James who was a bit startled by the speed at which she had taken things.
Lauren stood on her knees in front of him. His mouth opened and closed like a fish on a dock and his eyes were locked on her chest. Lauren smiled and sidled closer to him. She reached down and grabbed at the bottom of his T-Shirt. She pulled it up over his head and let it rest with her discarded clothes. Though her need was growing exponentially, she wanted to lavish some attention onto his body. Lauren rested her palm against James's chest as she gently urged him to lie back. She was thrilled when he complied. Leaning over him, she kissed his mouth slowly and sensually. When she felt him start to lean up into her she pulled away and began trailing heated kisses down his bare chest. Lauren stopped briefly at each nipple, giving each one direct attention. She licked and sucked on them until she heard him groan. She worried them with her teeth before continuing her journey down his stomach. James's breathing was heavy and his body tense, he was holding back. Lauren reached the button of his jeans and as her fingers closed around it she knew that after this moment there would be no going back. She undid his jeans and tugged them down his legs, boxers and all. She took a deep breath before allowing her eyes to fall on him again.
James felt her tug his jeans and boxers off and he pushed himself up onto his elbows to see her reaction to him. He was at full attention and worried about what she might think. She stared at what he had to offer for what felt like an eternity before she gingerly reached out and ran her fingertips down his shaft. James took in a quick breath as the sensitivity of her touch was almost too much to take.
"Lauren," he groaned softly, his eyes looking down at her with fire. His head fell back as her hand closed around him and began to move with slow deliberate strokes. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the blanket in his fists. The pleasure was building at an alarming rate. He didn't want it to be over too quickly. He reached down and grabbed Lauren's hand to stop her movements.
"Wait," he ordered, "just… give me a minute?" James asked as he panted slightly. He needed to calm down. Lauren didn't say anything, but she removed her hand from his body. James wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He heard her shifting her position, but was too busy calming himself to pay much attention to her actions. He raked his fingers through his hair and swallowed hard as he willed his pleasure to subside momentarily. Apparently, Lauren had other plans. His eyes shot open as he felt her straddle him.
"What are you-?" He asked shooting to his elbows again. She had removed her panties and was lowering her body to his.
"Shh," Lauren said, touching his lips lightly with her finger, "now is not for talking." With that she positioned herself over him and slid down in a painstakingly slow fashion until their bodies were flush with one another. James's groans of pleasure deepened with each inch as she lowered her body. As if in possession of their own will he found his hands reaching up to her. He rubbed her breasts as she moved above him, his fingers finding her hard nipples and pinching them lightly.
Having partaken of this action a few times in her young life, Lauren knew that she had to remain still momentarily to allow them to each get used to one another. After that moment of stillness Lauren began to alternate between circling her hips and sliding herself up and down. James's hands traveled from her breasts down to grip her hips as she rode him. He refused to close his eyes, instead he watched her beautiful face and body as she worked a different kind of magic on him. The sounds of her soft moans of pleasure were undeniably hot and James only briefly wondered whether the bubble was sound proof. Her speed began to pick up, but James tightened his grip on her hips to slow her.
"Wait," he whispered as he sat up slowly. He lifted her body from his and urged her to take his place laying down on the blanket. For once Lauren didn't object to him. She rested on her back as James positioned himself between her legs. He entered her again, but this time he lowered himself to his elbows so they could be close to one another. He kissed her mouth tenderly as he moved his body against hers. She moaned into him with each gentle thrust and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Lauren felt the pleasure in her body building as she met each of his movements with her own. She had never felt anything quite like this before. She knew now, what it felt like to truly love. Their bodies moved as one, meeting each other stroke for stroke until the explosive finale when James kissed her hard against the mouth, stifling her cry of pleasure. As their heart rates began to slow again, they rested together on the blanket beneath the stars. James lying on his back, Lauren curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. They didn't speak. They didn't have to.
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