I Will Always Love You
One~Hot
Ah, ah ah
You're so good to me baby, baby
I wanna lock you up in my closet when no ones around
I wanna put your hand in my pocket because you're allowed
I wanna drive you into the corner and kiss you without a sound
I wanna stay this way forever I'll say it loud
-Avril Lavigne, Hot
I stared at the pavement, the individual grains in the cement sparkling in the sun like tiny diamonds. I slight breeze blue my blond curls, sweeping them over my eyes, pricking them like small needles. I swept my hand across them, freeing my vision just in time to see my lover coming towards me. Her soft hair fell down her shoulders, her beachy brown waves pulled back from her face by a small, pink barrette. I grabbed her by the hand, interlocking our fingers, wanting to just stay like this forever. She hugged me, stirring something deep inside me by her embrace. I pulled her in tighter, feeling down her sides and slipping a hand into her back pocket. She reached back and gently pulled it out, leaving me disappointed, staring down at the pavement; once again focused on the small cement diamonds.
"You know we can't do that in public, hugs are dangerous enough; even without you getting all aroused."
"Sorry, you just make me that way; I love you."
I smiled sweetly, trying not to look disappointed. Miley made me want to scream sometimes, and this was and example. I was sick of the hiding, frankly, and I wanted us to be out. She was scared of judgement from others, though; and when you love somebody, you can't deny what they want. Right now her hair is blowing in the wind and she's smiling bright enough to light up all of Malibu. I need to kiss her, and to touch her the way I can't in the open. "C'mon, let's go to my house; my parents are gone."
She smiles wider, holding out her arm. We can do this without anyone suspecting us, so I press my body against her warm, smooth skin, cherishing her touch. Once we're in my front door I push her against the wall, kissing her hard. I licked her lips, tasting her cherry chap-stick. She slides a hand up my shirt, and her touch sends shivers up my spine. She unbuckles my bra, which falls to the floor. Without breaking the kiss she pulls my shirt off, scooping me up bridal style. She breaks the kiss to walk me to my room, whispering seductively in my ear.
I love Miley more than anything else, and I will always. Before we make love I say,"I will always love you."
