AUTHORS NOTE: So this is our first attempt at writing together. We did it through e-mail like you would that paper game kids play in class when bored? Each paragraph is written by one of us. It's a fun game to play!
DISCLAIMER: We don't own the characters.
.:Wish:.
You sit across from me at the office and I find myself wishing that I could voice how I felt.
Your blonde curls are getting unruly and fall into your eyes now. I can see this irritates you through the way that you're continually swiping at them. Jackie keeps telling you to get them cut but I'm wishing that you won't because I kind of like them. I find myself thinking about what it would be like running my hand through the curls. Would they be strong or knotted? Oh how I wish I could do that to you!
As if sensing that I'm looking at you, you look up and flash me that smile. I wish I knew what was going on in your mind when you flash that grin because you always look like you're up to something. I know you're not because you're the sweet innocent one but damn, I wish you were. I wish you were having the same naughty thoughts that I was having right now.
Do you wish that I could push you up against a wall?
My hands running down your body so that I can feel the solid flesh that you pack behind that shirt and the geeky vest sweaters that I still insist your elderly aunt buys you for Christmas. I'd feel your stomach muscles quiver as I move further down towards your trousers, my heart would skip a beat as I hear your intake of breath and a small whimper.
I wish that this was more than just me wishing.
Our clothes would be shed, falling to the floor in a careless manner despite your OCD. You wouldn't care because you're lost in the moment that is happening between us. I'd push you down on to the bed, my lips pressing against every available piece of flesh that I could reach. I'd lap up the taste of sweat and that musky taste that is just you. I'd think it was the most delicious thing ever.
Our lovemaking would be slow, tender and definitely not rushed. I wouldn't want it to be over fearing that as soon as it was, you'd leave me. I wish that if this ever happened, I would convince you that I'm not going to hurt you like I've hurt everyone else I've ever been in a relationship with.
I'd erase all thoughts out of my mind as I hear you moan underneath me, your hips bucking as a silent invitation for what you want. It's an invitation that I am more than happy to listen to. The preparation is always my favourite part; I enjoy listening to moans and to see the pleasure dance across the face of my partner. I wonder what your face would look like. It doesn't matter though because I know it would be beautiful to me.
I'd slowly enter you, my hand taking hold of one of yours as I press my forehead against yours. I'd murmur words that mean no sense to either of us but I'd insist on saying them. I'd hear your warm chuckle, your voice telling me to shut up or make sense causing me to smile. When I was sure that you were ready, I'd move and together we'd create a pace that makes what we're doing heaven for us both.
We'd come with such a raging passion, the neighbours will be grimacing at the volume. I'd cry out your name as if you were some sort of God before collapsing down against you, my lips pressing kisses to your sweat stained skin.
I wish you'd cuddle me. It's a secret of mine but I do love to be held. I bet it's because it wasn't something my family ever did for me but I guess you will. In your arms I'll feel safe and fall asleep, my head against your chest where my lullaby is your beating heart.
I look at you once more. Your head is bowed as your tap away at your computer and all I can do is smile.
I wish I was brave enough to tell you that I think I love you.
Do you want us to continue or shall we leave it as a one shot?