Author's Note: Apologies, y'all. I had every intention of updating in a timely manner but I started a new job and have been SUPER busy. Also, my boyfriend & I broke up and trust me when I say how Letterbomb-ish it really was. :l But it happened and it's over and that's why I've been quiet in a nutshell. Anyway, onto the story! As usual, I do not own anything other than my own thoughts.
After what seemed like forever, she reached for the remote. At the same moment he reached for her hand. The remote never got turned on. And somehow their heads and lips met in the middle. There was a lot of making out, clothes were in various stages of removal.
They managed to make it to her bedroom. He laid on her bed and she got on top, making out with the most passion either had felt in a very long time. They were down to tank tops and underwear. He ran his fingers down her arms, a shiver went up her spine. She ran her fingers through his hair. His hands went lower, her underpants were off. Eventually both of them were naked and nothing else mattered. They lost themselves in the rhythm and the passion. The buildup and anticipation of their near misses had heightened their feelings and the sensation was intense.
When it was over, they rested. Spent, she flopped to his right side, resting her head on his chest. He moved her curly hair aside and stroked the soft spot at the nape of her neck. She sighed, content to cuddle. His eyes were closing. He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. She nestled her head closer and snaked her arm to his other side. They slept for the rest of the night.