4. Do you trust me?
That night, the Rampion was quieter than it normally was; they were supposed to land in Spain so they could spread the letumosis cure there, but an electric storm made them change plans. So now they were in the space, everything very quiet… until a laugh fused with the air.
Cress moved both of her hands and then put them over her mouth, so she would not wake Wold and Scarlet, who were sleeping beside Thorne's compartment. She didn't want to get caught, either because it had only been two months since they parted from Luna. She would go back to her compartment later, but still.
Anyway, they were lying in bed together, Thorne with one arm behind Cress's neck, their legs are curled up. The hair on his tickled hers, but now she was laughing because of a joke he had just told her.
"You're such a jerk," she said, still giggling. She was sure that Scarlet would knock on the door at any moment, and that Cress was going to freak out and that Thorne was going to be all charisma and tell her we're dating, Cress, so there's nothing wrong about you being in my bed, and then she would probably flush and go to her room, all embarrassed because of everything.
Not that it had happened, though…
"You said that five minutes ago," Thorne smirked, jerking her away from her mind.
She pinched his bare stomach with her finger—Cress still couldn't believe that that handsome man lied beside her without a shirt every night because he wanted to—and stuck her tongue at him. "That's because you are a big jerk."
Thorne moved so he would lie on his side, and then kissed Cress's bare shoulder, since her shirt didn't have any sleeves. A smile was beginning to form in her lips when he licked her flesh. She let out a scream and he burst out of laugh. Now Scarlet was definitely going to interrupt then, but now she didn't care, not even a little.
He thought it was very funny, though. "You are such a drama queen! When we kiss I always lick you!" He hugged her against her will, and when Cress thought he was going to kiss her, he started to pass his tongue all over her face. Cress tried to get away, but it was impossible.
When she turned around, ages later, her face covered with his saliva, so she licked his face, too, and they were both laughing now, and they ended up with Thorne on the floor, his hands on her hips, and Cress lying just above him, her hands on his chest. She smiled and then kissed him.
She was a clever girl, she knew that they were in a dangerous position and that Thorne probably had been in that position with hundreds of women before her and that he had definitely done something he definitely wasn't doing with her that night, but she pushed that thoughts aside and tried to enjoy that moment, because he was now her boyfriend.
She smiled against his mouth and Thorne pulled her closer. She moved one hand so now it was in his hair, still wet. He oomphed when Cress bent a little her knees and she heard a moan, although she didn't know who it belonged to.
Then he grabbed the hem of her shirt, and Cress knew he would try to remove it, so she broke the kiss and looked at his eyes. Thorne was smirking, his eyes full with luxury. "Hi there," he said.
"Hello," answered Cress, like if she had just seen him.
"Do you trust me?"
The question caught her off guard, because she had been waiting for a confession of love or something like that after the most intimate kiss of her life. She sat, Thorne rubbing her thighs, which was extremely weird, yet lovely. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. Then, slowly, nodded.
"Good," Thorne sat, too, kissed her and then lifted her, her legs around his waist. She oohed when he let her in the bed. "Because I am going to turn off the lights and you are going to close your eyes."
Well, that was weird. She trust Thorne; she had crossed a desert with him, Stars. But that was rare.
She did it, anyway.
Cress heard the click of the switch, and then she supposed everything went black.
She was sitting cross-legged, so she panicked a little when Thorne's hand touched her right leg and put it straight, then the other. She knew that her breath was unsteady, but she couldn't help it. "It's okay," he murmured, probably noticing her shaking limbs.
His hands flew and now they were in her shoulders obliging her to lye down. She did. The mattress sank beside her, so he was there, too.
This time, Thorne did kiss her shoulder, then her neck, then her cheek, then her lips. The kisses weren't fierce, like before, but gentle. Cress didn't dare to move. He cupped her face with one hand, stroked her hair with the other.
She was butter, and he was melting her, slowly.
He separated and entwined his fingers with hers. "Open your eyes," he whispered.
Cress gasped.
The ceiling was covered with small stars, and planets, and comets and spaceships. They all glittered with a yellowish light and it was so beautiful. Someone had put them there, Cress realised, and she immediately looked at Thorne. He had a very big smile on his face, showing his teeth, proud,
"Do you like it?"
"Are you joking? This is the best thing someone had done for me. It's... it's..." she closed her eyes, trying to find the word, but nothing could describe that. "I love it, Thorne."
She found him blushing, which was the cutest thing ever, since she hadn't seen him blush... never.
Cress kissed him.
"You're welcome," he said between kiss and kiss, Cress giggling.
That night, they didn't sleep at all, talking all night, laughing and staring at their small sky and licking each other like the idiots they really were. Cress went back to her room just before the others got up. She hadn't had more fun in all her life.
When neither Thorne nor she appeared for breakfast, Scarlet only smirked and let them sleep.