"Ali? Are you asleep?", I whispered into the darkness. I haven't felt her shifting around for a while but we faced opposite ways and there was no way to tell for sure if she was asleep or not.
I waited a few long seconds, and finally Ali turned around. I turned to face her and my heart sped up, as if it wasn't already racing. Her eyes held mine warmly. This Ali is all soft, no sign of the everyday Alison with her biting remarks and tough front. She's all soft for me.
She licked her lips a little and I couldn't help myself from looking down at her pink tongue sticking out briefly to wet her lips. She leaned in first and I'll never get used to the feeling of her face so close to mine, her sweet scent a halo around us and her fingertips grazing my cheek.
I crept my hand down her side, touching her stomach under the bottom of her tank top.
"Mm, that feels really nice", she breathed on my neck.
She found herself on top of me, her chest pressed tightly against mine and her hands on the sides of my breasts. Right when I found myself out of breathe, she pulled back. Strands of her hair tickled my face. Her swollen pink lips pulled up into a smile. "So Em..."
"Mm?"
She leaned down so her lips were by my right ear. "You touch yourself while thinking of me?" She kissed down my neck as I felt my face and chest get hot.
I closed my eyes and lied, although my blushing made it obvious. "No", I whispered back and pulled her in close again.
She laughed softly and murmured against my lips, "Oh sweetie...", knowingly.
When the pounding sound of the rain woke me a few hours later, my leg was between hers and her head lay on my chest. (you're my favorite)