Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have…
(Songfic to Panic! At the Disco's song of the same title)
She wakes him up in the middle of the night, after all she's done to him – the lying, the cheating, the stealing, seducing him, the least she could do was let him sleep, he thinks. She whispers in his ear, dirty half-sentences that don't make the least bit of sense. But he can hear the harder consonants in her speech, he can hear "fuck" and "kiss" and "now", and that's all he needs.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin…
She's crawling on top of him now, she's pressing her naked body into his, kicking the sheets away from his body. Her kisses are anything but sweet and tender, and there is nothing nice about the way she touches him – hot, greedy, and teasing.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck…
Their hands like each other's bodies – he can tell by the way her body reacts to his hands touching her breasts, and how he can't help but groan when she presses into his hips, tangling her legs in his. "Do me again," she gasps. Do her again, like he did hours before, when it was all about what she had done to him. Now, it was just about sex, nothing but the next few minutes mattered right now.
Let's get these teen hearts beating faster…
He's rolling on top of her now, and her hands are tangling in his hair. Their bodies are coated in sweat, and her tongue presses harder against his when he gropes between her thighs. Then he's thrusting himself in and out of her, and she is pushing up against him – it's all a contest with them, and he knows she wants to prove that she's better at this than she is. It's not true, he wants to tell her. He wants to whisper it into her ear, biting her ear lobe. He wants to fck her in a car, against the wall, on the floor. He wants her now and he wants her fast – he wants her again and again.
We just were getting to the part where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick…
Her hands are clenched in fists against his sides, and as they tighten, he knows what's coming. As their body motions ascend, so do her moans, and to him, they are like oxygen – he needs them to breathe. But it's not over, because she still has something to prove, and she bucks harder against him, until he comes faster and more intensely than he ever has before. But he doesn't let it stop him, and he pulls her against him again, pushing himself deeper into her. She's moaning again – he's barely breathing, and out of breath, she whispers, "I love you."
"No, you don't," he says, and she moves down his body, kissing and licking any piece of bare skin she can find.
Let's get these teen hearts beating faster. Let's get these teen hearts beating faster.