I watched Fang's eyes move quickly back and forth, staring at the computer screen, reading a blog or article or something on his black laptop. It had been a year since we started dating. As he stopped reading, and put it down, I snuck up and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, coming up behind him like a high tide, taking in his musky, dark temptation, scent.
"Hey." I said, attempting and failing to act cool.
"Hey." He replied, pushing me up against a wall, pressing himself up against me, messing up my hair with the wall.
I turned deep red as he kissed me deeply, his tongue tracing my front teeth, and exploring my mouth, hungrily.
I breathed heavily, submissively kissing him back, which is weird, because I'm usually the dominant one. I guess that's what Fang does to me.
His hands roamed my body, going up my green Paramore t-shirt, feeling my waist, and stomach, and breasts, him brushing the hem of my bra with his light, pale, fingers, as I wrapped my arms around him, melting in his kiss, and rubbing his back.
So basically, it was a hot, sexy, heated make-out session until he leaned his forehead against mine, breaking our kiss, and saying one weird word.
"Rawr."
I paused, and looked at him as if he were insane.
"'Rawr'?" I asked, figuring he's finally lost it.
"Yes, Rawr." He replied, matter-of-factly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, gasping and moaning as he moved his head down, kissing from my chin, to my neck, to my collar bone, then the start of my breast, and I right as he was about to go lower, back to my lips.
He better have done that. Mamma didn't raise no fool. Except I'm not his Mamma...that would be disturbing, especially in this situation. No southern jokes, please. Ew. "That-" He stated, "my love- is confidential. Your gonna have to get it out of me."
His smirk taunted me, for those were the lips I wanted on mine, not Blah, Blah, blah-ing away, even though it's great, since he rarely speaks. He's so the strong, silent, type.
He sat, leaning back on my bed, horizontally, closing his eyes, pretending to rest, but really teasing me.
"Tease..." I muttered, then climbed on top of him, kissing him hard and fiercely, 'cause THAT is how I roll.
His eyes widened, as mine closed, relishing the kiss, forcing it upon him.
I felt him kiss back, his hands placing themselves on my hips, his lips tasting like chocolate chip cookies, which made them all the more attractive.
I traced his abs and chest, not breaking the kiss, as his hands roamed my back and butt, his long piano fingers making me shiver.
A few minutes later, I broke apart from him, and we sat, tangled up in each other, panting.
As we caught our breaths, he looked at me.
"It means I love you." He stated.
"What?" I looked at him, wondering what he meant.
"Rawr. It means 'I love you'."
I smiled, my expression soft and happy.
"I love you too."
We kissed on it, as cheesy as that sounds.
I've never been happier.
"Hey." I said, attempting and failing to act cool.
"Hey." He replied, pushing me up against a wall, pressing himself up against me, messing up my hair with the wall.
I turned deep red as he kissed me deeply, his tongue tracing my front teeth, and exploring my mouth, hungrily.
I breathed heavily, submissively kissing him back, which is weird, because I'm usually the dominant one. I guess that's what Fang does to me.
His hands roamed my body, going up my green Paramore t-shirt, feeling my waist, and stomach, and breasts, him brushing the hem of my bra with his light, pale, fingers, as I wrapped my arms around him, melting in his kiss, and rubbing his back.
So basically, it was a hot, sexy, heated make-out session until he leaned his forehead against mine, breaking our kiss, and saying one weird word.
"Rawr."
I paused, and looked at him as if he were insane.
"'Rawr'?" I asked, figuring he's finally lost it.
"Yes, Rawr." He replied, matter-of-factly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, gasping and moaning as he moved his head down, kissing from my chin, to my neck, to my collar bone, then the start of my breast, and I right as he was about to go lower, back to my lips.
He better have done that. Mamma didn't raise no fool. Except I'm not his Mamma...that would be disturbing, especially in this situation. No southern jokes, please. Ew. "That-" He stated, "my love- is confidential. Your gonna have to get it out of me."
His smirk taunted me, for those were the lips I wanted on mine, not Blah, Blah, blah-ing away, even though it's great, since he rarely speaks. He's so the strong, silent, type.
He sat, leaning back on my bed, horizontally, closing his eyes, pretending to rest, but really teasing me.
"Tease..." I muttered, then climbed on top of him, kissing him hard and fiercely, 'cause THAT is how I roll.
His eyes widened, as mine closed, relishing the kiss, forcing it upon him.
I felt him kiss back, his hands placing themselves on my hips, his lips tasting like chocolate chip cookies, which made them all the more attractive.
I traced his abs and chest, not breaking the kiss, as his hands roamed my back and butt, his long piano fingers making me shiver.
A few minutes later, I broke apart from him, and we sat, tangled up in each other, panting.
As we caught our breaths, he looked at me.
"It means I love you." He stated.
"What?" I looked at him, wondering what he meant.
"Rawr. It means 'I love you'."
I smiled, my expression soft and happy.
"I love you too."
We kissed on it, as cheesy as that sounds.
I've never been happier.