"Get your freezing cold feet off of me." he whisper-yelled in my ear. I rolled over and looked at him, a slow smile creeping over his face.
"it's not my fault your body stays at a toasty 85 degrees and your legs are perfect to warm me up."
"Oh, so that's how it is? You're using me now? I only provide you with body heat?"
"No!" I laughed into his chest. "Of course not!" Before I knew it, Tim flipped over top of me, his hair grazing my chest as he buried his head in my neck. The familiar breathless feeling began in the pit of my stomach as Tim worked his way down my neck. As my breathing became more and more shallow, I heard the front door open and close.
"Tim…we should-"
"Alright, hold on. I'm almost done." His voice was muffled against my skin. His lips worked their way down my neck while his hand stroked me from below. I knew the familiar pattern that he was starting, and now was not the time. I was sure my aunt and uncle were home now, and while they knew Tim was often over, and didn't seem to mind our quick visits to my bedroom, I was pretty positive they wouldn't approve of this. I surveyed the current situation. I was on my back, bra-less since Tim had decided to pay more attention to my "awesome tits", as he so lovingly referred to them. My underwear was on, but having Tim's hand down them wouldn't help any. Tim himself was wearing my favorite pair of boxers briefs, the black ones that hugged his ass and muscular upper thighs. His shoulders dipped down below my head, giving me a spectacular view of aforementioned butt. God, he drove me crazy. It was bad enough just looking at him, but the things he did to my body…it was incredible. I pulled myself back to the present and ran my hands down Tim's back.
"Hey, Tim. Come on. They're home. You gotta stop. You know I don't want you to, God, I never want you to stop, but I promise we'll have another night to finish this. Let's do it the right way." I pleaded, but Tim was stubborn. His lips and hand never stopped. "Oh Tim. God, stop. You really have to. Friday night. After the game. Ohhhh, Tim. We'll find a place. I promise you, you'll have the night of your life." That got his attention. He removed his hand and groped around on the floor, pulling my bra and pants up onto the bed along with his jeans. His lips still hadn't left my neck, and I knew he was leaving a mark that I was going to have to find a way to cover up. Somehow I managed to get my bra on, and in a fit of acrobatics, slipped his pants onto his legs. As I pulled them up over his ass, I could feel him getting hard all over again. I couldn't resist teasing him a little, so I ran my tongue along his ear while buttoning his jeans. He stopped his caress on my neck long enough to moan into my ear.
"Live." His nickname for me that he felt fit perfectly in his "no regrets" system. Tim had always told me that all he wanted to do in his life was Live, and now he finally was. Of course, underneath all his joking, I knew that that was his way of telling me I meant something to him.
"Come on, Tim. Let's get up." I rolled out from under him and stood up. He flipped onto his back and laid on the bed, looking up at me.
"Live, you're beautiful, you know that?" I nodded and smiled. God, that smile of his could get me every time. I grabbed his flannel off the ground and slipped it on, leaving it unbuttoned and the sleeves hanging. I crawled across the bed and curled up next to him. He traced circles over my stomach and I started to close my eyes. A knock at the door shocked us both. Tim was up and over me in seconds, grabbing his boots and flinging open the window. He looked back at me, pulled me into a kiss and disappeared around the corner to his truck. Wrapping his flannel around me, I opened the door a crack to see my aunt standing there.
"Olivia. Just wanted to let you know me and Uncle George are home." She smiled at me, trying to sneak a look into the room behind me.
"Thanks Aunt Melinda." I stepped outside of my room and closed the door. "I was just coming to get some ice cream. I've been craving chocolate all night." I kept up a string of nonsense babbling until she got tired of me and went upstairs to bed. I climbed into my own and had just turned off the light to go to sleep when I got a text.
"Don't 4get about friday." I smiled, and another text came in.
"Meet me at my truck after the game." Not even bothering with a response, I laid the phone down next me and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
AN: This is my first fic, so give me some reviews (: There's more to come if you guys like what I have so far!