DISCLAIMER: Nah, don't know and will never know the Jonas Brothers or Hannah Montana. How do you expect me to own them? :(
Succumb
Joe & Lilly
Lilly was biting her lip so hard, she could taste the blood that was on the verge of emerging from the crack she was creating. Her heart would not slow down, nervousness was running in every part of her veins. Fingers clenching the folds of her boyfriend's shirt, she willed herself to gaze into his warm, reassuring eyes as his left hand rested at her curve of her neck. He could feel the rapid speed of her pulse—he could tell she was fearful.
The silky fabric of the couch suddenly felt rough grazing her skin. The air was stuffy, asphyxiating... her fingers trembled as she shakily ran them through her hair.
"Lilly," he whispered hoarsely. Her eyes darted up to his.
It was a wonder how the mere mention of her own name from his lips could send a cold shiver down her spine and cause her cheeks to flame red, both at the same time.
"Joe," she responded, her voice cracking with anxiety and apprehension.
She gripped his left hand in hers, pulling it so it rested right below her chin and right above her chest. His ring snugly hugging his finger glared incandesently despite the dim golden hue of the basement light. His eyes darkened.
"We don't need to do this," he murmured gently, letting his thumb brush the tender area below her eye.
"I know—but I—"
"No, you don't want to, Lilly," he reasoned for her softly, "I don't want you to."
She fell silent. Her nervous habit of twisting the plastic band sitting on her finger with her thumb did little to soothe the tumult of emotions she was feeling, and the relief in her eyes could not be less apparent.
"Oh," she said, her voice raspy. She would kill for a glass of water.
With a long sigh, he pushed himself up from his towering position above her body, leaning his back against the couch with his face towards the ceiling. Closing her eyes, she fought a wave of tears that were escaping her eyes from hearing him sigh.
"Joe, I'm sorry I freaked out," she blurted out.
He was quick to detect the slight crack in her voice, the almost inaudible sniffle that she had tried to hide and immediaely felt the guilt that he had inflicted on her. His heart pained at the pressure she had put herself through to be the ideal girlfriend, the perfect partner and the everything else he wanted her to be in the ten minutes of acting on his aching, pent-up temptation.
He kneeled before her, scooping her up in his arms and held her. Whispering incoherent apologies into her ear, he let his tears wash with hers, their foreheads leaning against each other, his hands on her face, her fingers in his hair. He let his lips brush her wet eyes then her cheeks, the salty tang of her tears serving as a reminder to his rashness, haste and impetuosity.
Ashamed, he buried his face in her neck, wrecking in sobs. He almost felt like he couldn't forgive himself till he felt her small hands hugging his waist, her lips grazing his neck and her voice whispering softly in his ear.
"We didn't do it, Joe."
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