A/N: this is taking a surprising long time to put these into the different format...*sigh* anyhoo: here's chapter two:))
Disclaimer: same old, same old
WaitByTheLightOfTheMoon
It was late. She should have been asleep. After all, she had school tomorrow. But she couldn't sleep. She was restless.
Allie paced across the carpet in her room; stared out the window; shut the curtains; paced; opened the curtains. She didn't know why she was doing this.
Yes you do.
'Go away.'
You're looking for him.
'No, I'm not.'
Suite yourself.
She shut curtains and sighed. Slowly, she pulled the fabric back again and let moonlight stream back in. Funny: the moon seemed so important now, like it was the only constant thing in her life anymore.
Not true.
'You're right.'
I know.
Allie closed eyes, took a deep breath and looked out the window. Only to find herself staring in his eyes. Allie jumped back, tore the curtains closed, and fell, gasping, to the floor. Her cheeks blushed with surprise, embarrassment, wonder, and love.
'Oh God.'
Her heartbeat quickened as she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, trying to slow her breathing. What to do….?...
Open your window
…
Let him in.
Her eyes widened and her cheeks blazed brighter.
He's cold out there, go warm him up.
'He doesn't get cold. 108 F, always, remember?'
So let him warm you up.
Allie slowly got to her feet and turned around, brought her shaking hand up to the light violet fabric to push it aside, to pull him to her, to be held and loved and protected. As her hand grazed the fabric, she caught her shadow and gasped at the birds nest shadow her hair was creating. She spun, tripped, and dove; the carpet burning skin on her shoulder.
She hated being so gracefulness impaired especially since he could probably see her shadow flailing even from his vantage point outside of her house.
'Dammit.'
She felt like crying. Her shoulder hurt. Her ego was bruised. Her hair was still a mess, and he was standing outside waiting for her.
Sigh.
Pull yourself together.
Using the side of the bed, Allie pushed herself to her feet and stared nervously at the window.
Come on, puppy. Don't be a wimp. You want this as much as he does.
'Ok.'
She hesitantly opened the curtains. Moonlight flooded in on a pale, blushing girl with blue eyes brimming with tears threatening, to spill over. Jake gasped below at her disheveled appearance, worry creasing his brow. To ease his worrying, Allie attempted a small, quivering smile and beckoned him inside; wanting him to hold her.
Allie opened the window and stepped back, allowing him room as he vaulted effortlessly into the dark confines of her sanctuary. He turned and closed the window, followed by the curtain.
"Umm…now I can't see."
"Didn't think you'd want your neighbor to see a boy in your room at this hour. She might get jealous; you know how little old ladies can be." He chuckled as he moved toward her. "Don't worry: I'll always be able to find you, no matter how dark."
"That's kind of romantic for you. Sappy."
Their bodies moved closer, as if drawn together on their own accord.
"Yea, well I heard that girls like that kind of stuff."
"Mmmm…"
Rough hands brushed down her shivering bare arms.
"Are you cold?"
He ghosted his hands over her shoulders and collarbone; their chests bushing. Allie gasped in pain.
"Are you okay? What's wrong? Allie?"
In reply, Allie wrapped her arms around his waist; pulling him closer, as he continued to fuss over her. Allie pressed her head into his chest and mumbled, "Rug burn."
His lips brushed against her hair, as he chuckled, "Is that what happened?"
She felt his laugh rumble through his chest, as she snuggled closer.
"Mmm-hmm. I sort of tripped."
He wrapped his arms even more tightly around her slender frame.
"What exactly made you trip?"
"Nothing"
"Sure, sure. Because from my point of view, well…It looked like I surprised you; hopefully in a good way."
His hands rubbed her back: calming, caring, caressing. Just like that he let it go. She loved him for that. Love. It was just a loaded word, but for her it was the perfect thing to explain exactly what she was feeling especially during moments like this when his body was pressed against hers; their hearts were beating at time with each other; when she couldn't tell where her body ended and his began.
His fingertips tickled the skin on her back that her camisole left bare causing her to shiver.
"For it being winter and you being so cold all the time, you sure wear the tiniest amounts of clothes to bed."
Allie shrugged, "I get all tangled if I wear sweats and stuff. This makes it easier. Besides, what do you think you're here for: company? Ha!"
She snuggled into his chest, as he chuckled and drew her closer. Leaning down to kiss her, Jake was greeted by a yawn in his face.
"Damn. So far we're two for two." Jake shook his head as he grasped Allie's hand and guided her over to the bed.
She sat down and looked up at him bleary eyed.
"What are you talking about?"
He kissed her forehead tenderly. His lips leaving a tingling warmth behind.
"Yawning."
She squished her nose up like she always did when she was confused.
"Tonight and last night you've yawned while I'm wooing you. A real ego booster that."
"Wooing? Who says that anymore, y'ole fart?"
"I'll show you old."
Slowly, he leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of her hips causing her to lean farther back onto the bed. Carefully, he grabbed her waist and hoisted her back onto the bed and back into the pillows. All the while, he continued to lean forward so that, in the end, she ended up lying down with his legs straddling her thighs, and his body supported by his forearms which rested next to her head.
'Breathe. Breathe.'
They had never lain like this before. Not with his hips pressed into hers, and his weight covering her, warming her, shielding her from the dark and the cold.
He dipped his head down and let his lips leave a searing trail from her forehead, across her cheek, over her jaw, down her neck, across her collarbone.
"Take it back." He murmured against the curve of her neck.
Overwhelmed, Allie was barely able to shake her head; no. Because saying no meant he wouldn't stop.
"You leave me no choice."
He began nibbling and sucking that particular part of her neck until it was tender and she was in perfect bliss. Sealing it with a kiss, Jake pulled back, looked into her eyes and raised his eyebrow; asking her again.
Breathing quickly, Allie shook her even more slightly now; all her energy expended on remembering to breathe.
"Well, I'll just have to convince you some more, huh?"
'Yes!'
And with that he pressed his lips lightly against hers; barely brushing, caressing with butterfly kisses until, groaning with frustration at being teased, Allie pressed herself, lips, chest, and hips against him trying to put less space between their bodies.
Jake sucked in a shaky breathe, buried his head into the crook of her neck, and groaned, "Don't do that, sweetheart, or we'll have to rearrange ourselves pretty quickly."
Blushing like crazy, Allie's heart began to race and, with a leap of faith, she lifted his head up with startlingly steady hands and forced their heated gazes to lock.
"Then kiss me, silly."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Kiss you 'til you're silly. Or are you calling me silly. 'Cuz I really can't tell, and you know how I get when I'm baffled. I just can't bring myself to focus on anything but that which con-"
Allie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers, quickly ending his smart ass quip and, consequently, making both of them exceedingly happy.
It's not always about winning an argument.
Sometimes calling truce can be pretty rewarding for both parties involved.
I would dial the numbers
Just to listen to your breath
I would stand inside my hell
And hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go
To ease this precious ache
You don't know how much I'd give
Or how much I can take
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon