Dji
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It was always like this. He would be lying awake...
(giddy with anticipation, stomach doing flip-flops as he lay sleeplessly, lost deep in thought), ...
watching the rain cascade down the windows in his room, when there would come a rapping at the biggest one
('let me in?' came her silent plea. ).
He would jump out of bed and help her in through the window.
(heart thumping in his chest as he grasped her smooth pale hands; they were always so soft. He made a mental note to ask her what lotion she used.).
"You missed me."
(she says with that smug smile on her beautiful, thin lips, her face thrown into sharp relief by a sudden crack of lightning, and at once her walls fell. Her irrational fear of thunder took over, and she grabbed for him. He gathers her into his broad, slightly chubby arms and rocks her slowly back and forth. His low chuckle reverberates through his chest and she smiles into his ratty old cotton nightshirt.)
"I did."
(she has no idea. He'd been missing her since he dropped her off that afternoon after school. It was like an ache in his chest when she wasn't around. No, scratch that. An ache when she wasn't in his arms. Even as he laughed at the corniness of his cliche, he knew that cliches were cliches for a reason.)
And with that the words would cease as they fell into each other; his willing submission to her, her confident command
('you drive me crazy for you,'). Clothes fell away and pale hands groped pale skin, eyes never leaving each others' until finally he was in her, and then she was moaning and he was halfheartedly hushing her. He exploded and she clenched around him and they fell into each others' arms, panting and sweaty and exhausted and utterly sated
(i love you? In the aftermath, their thoughts are muddled and slow)
She stayed in his warm, safe arms as long as she could, until the first tentative gray hints of dawn crept across the horizon, and then she would disentangle herself from him, giving him one final kiss on the forehead before climbing out.
But this time was different. He'd lain awake all night, staring at the back of her head, feeling her in his arms, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. This time he grabbed her hand as she bent down to brush away the hair from his face and kiss his forehead. She started, but his grip was gently firmSitting up slowly, he looked up at her, her slightly greasy black hair falling around her shoulders, her eyes widened with surprise.
"Janice?" he asked (don't lose your resolve now).
"Yeah?"
"What would you do if I told you I loved you?" (surely you can feel his heart beating through his chest. He looks into her eyes and everything else fades away. Her eyeliner is smudged, he notices, and absently recalls him kissing it away as he entered her. Her lips are bruised and swollen, and she's in one of his old t-shirts. He'd been wondering where it had gotten to, but he didn't mind that she'd taken it. She was beautiful in his clothes; they hung off of her slim body, reaching just down to her bare upper thigh; she was just about to pull on those hideous jeans of hers. Oh shit, he thinks. She's about to say something. She's leaning down to him, whispering in his ear.)
"I would tell you," she murmured, her breath against his ear making him shiver involuntarily, "that I happen to be in love with a certain Damien Jackson, and that he and I might be late for homeroom this morning."
And with a smile she stripped off his shirt (nothing underneath, he thinks, oh god) and climbed back on top of him. Damien hummed with pleasure as Janice straddled him (she's about as lesbian, he muses, as he is gay), and rode him as the sun came up over the trees.
A/N: Yes, I'm aware that the last two sentences in the fourth paragraph are runons. That was intentional. r&r? I love this pairing, and wanted to see them represented.
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