"Now, I know you two are young and—have those raging emotions." I rolled my eyes and leaned my forehead on my fingers while I faced the guidance counselor. "And you're lucky I found you and not your classmates—or the principal but…" Could she be any slower while she spoke? If she was this awkward talking about it, why not find a new job instead of working to help kids with 'raging hormones'. It's not like we were having sex, honestly…just a very heated make-out session. In the hallway. Under the steps. At school. "I mean, if you do…decide, that is…to, well," she cleared her mousy throat. I could just end it all now with a small bite.
I looked over at Tyler who squeezed my hand as if reading my thoughts. Just one bite? My eyes pleaded. He, in return, shook his head. "Have sexual intercourse, you should use some form of protection. And keep it in your bedroom, not at school."
"Oh wow, was that the bell? Looks like school's over and you won't have to worry about us having sexual intercourse," I said in a mocking tone. "At least at school." Dear Allah, who in anyone's right mind even want to have sex at school? The thought just made me want to puke. IT'S SCHOOL! I can only imagine how many girls got banged up just by walking past a spot of an infamous 'caught-while-having-sex-moment' area.
"As my job to help you students with any questions… well, I must ask you, do you have any questions?"
"Yeah, where can I find condems?" I asked, egging her on.
"Caroline!" Tyler hissed.
Miss. May, the counselor, actually took me seriously and gave me a few before we walked out. We left her flustered while Tyler had an 'I'm- annoyed' rain cloud over his strut. Of course, he was being silent, just waiting for the perfect moment to burst.
It wasn't until we got back to my place that his switch flipped. "Seriously? You couldn't grow up for one minute?"
I threw my bag and purse on a nearby chair. "She was accusing us of having sex, why not play with it?"
" 'Where-can-I-find-condoms?'! Reeeally wasn't necessary Care."
"Why, because I can't have kids? Sorry for my sarcasm for that area that I'll never get to have."
"You know this has nothing to do with that," he said. From the corner of my eye I watched him run his fingers through his hair and bite that luscious bottom lip of his. I really wish his lips were on mine.
"Fine, next time we get caught making out in school, I'll just shut my mouth."
With a playful grin, he said, "Or I could shut I for you."
"That's what got us in this mess in the first place," I reminded him as he walked over to the couch.
"So why is your favorite color yellow?" If I wasn't so annoyed, I would have laughed at the statement. He always changed the conversation around, even though he swore he didn't have ADD.
"Sunshine yellow, Tyler, not just yellow. Honestly." He threw a pillow at me and I caught it, almost ripping it in the process. "What's there not to like about it?"
He shrugged those beautifully built Werewolf shoulders of his. My imagination traveled to a topless Tyler and where those shoulders led…"Caroline Forbes, to me, would like a tickle-me-pink favorite color, wouldn't you think? Or are you going to just stare at me for the rest of the evening and concentrate on how hott my pecs are?"
"I prefer the later," I admitted. Who wouldn't?
"Sometimes I think you're the one who thinks more like a guy than I do." He caught the pillow I threw back at him. The pale color shined against his tan skin like his teeth did whenever he smiled. "I'm too obsessed with my shift every month and not killing this Vampire girl I'm into. I don't know why though since she's so crazy. She doesn't drink coffee but goes to Starbucks, she refuses to bite me even though I beg her too—like I said, it's kinda sexy." He set the pillow down and stood up to stretch. "Then she does this thing with her eyes when she looks at me like—gah—a witch or something because I can't look away. I can't look away of course because of the vulnerability in her stare. So I walk to her," he said, walking to me. I couldn't help the sloppy grin that overcame my face."And get sucked in. Sucked in to this girl who will never age, a flaw she sees in one hand, something I will NEVER understand, and sucked in to her genuine, sometimes overbearing, opinionated words. Words that tell me I'm not a monster, that promise she'll always be there, and words that express the vulnerability in her eyes."
"I don't remember you ever being this poetic."
"I'm not," his rough voice whispered before playfully rubbing his lips against mine. "It's a song."
"Would you just shut up and kiss me." Such a simple demand that gave such wonderful pleasure.
It wasn't like that kinky make-out at school, but fiercer and more demanding. His hands slid down my back in slow torture as they landed at the butt of my jeans and quickly gripped the inside of my thighs. Before I knew it, he was lifting me and wrapping my legs around him, our lips never parting during the process. My fingers roamed in his hair while my other hand wrapped his neck to pull him closer. How he could stand up and hold me, I'll never know.
Our space moved as he slammed me against the wall to press me tighter between him and the spot I hope I hadn't dented in. His tongue worshipped the inside of my mouth with every sweet caress while mine fought back with the same amount of wonderful force. It was a raging war that both of us were winning. I, who was used to no air, forgot he needed some until he detached his lips from mine.
While he caught up with his breathing, I went and paid attention to his neck, how his five-o-clock shadow was coming in and how I loved the feel of it against my lips. The smell of aftershave was hinted on his chin as he leaned his head back for a moment before staring at me into my eyes. I wonder what reflection he saw in them. Was it this monster that strained to get out, or a normal boy that I always saw with every movement he made?
His lips attacked mine again as one of his hands traveled up my stomach, my muscles instinctively flexing under his slight touch. His palm traveled to both my hands that pressed against his heaving chest and grabbed them with a gentleness before lifting them above my head and swiftly pinning them against the wall at my backside along with the rest of my body. The picture above me wavered a little as the cold glass pressed against my knuckles in his tight, demanding grip.
My legs were enjoying the pain of holding myself up around his waist, something, I noticed, he too was enjoying. His other hand, the one not shackling both of mine to the wall behind me, was on my waist and moved up from the bottom of my shirt. I'd have to thank the person who thought of those little plastic circles that Tyler began to unbutton.
His lips left my mouth a second time before diving down my neck while his fingers fumbled with my shirt. I couldn't help up gasp, nearly laugh, as he ripped one of my buttons off with his teeth. There I was, pinned, while he was simply undressing my upper body.
And then we heard it, that horribly unpleasant sound as it came up the driveway. "Mom!" I yelled in a low tone.
With speed I've never attempted to use until now, I unwrapped my legs from his waist—Oh gawd that waist. Damn you, mother!—while he let go of my wrists. I ran to my bedroom, ripping the rest of my shirt of in the process to slip on a regular T so my mother wouldn't notice that one critical missing button and headed back out the the living room with smooth moments. Tyler already fixed the tilted picture, the thrown pillows, and even had an algebra book out on his lap with paper as if answering a question.
If Stefan hadn't taught me how to control my teeth, I'd be worried right now as my mother walked through the back door. "Mom!" I blurted. "You're home." For a change.
"Yeah, I decided to take a break from the case we're working on." For someone in her middle forties, Elizabeth Forbes still had an amazing figure that barely hid under her Sheriff dress code.
I could feel her gaze begin to judge us and the room we were in. Everything was perfectly in place from the wall I was luxuriously confined against just moments ago, to my, what was, tangled hair. Even my gloss was shining on my lips instead of around them from the way Tyler had been kissing me. Not sloppy, but tugging, nipping, rubbing, and pressing against them. "I was just working on some homework with Tyler," I explained.
"I see that…good to see you Tyler."
"Sheriff Forbes." I didn't turn but just pictured Tyler giving her a small solute with a couple of his fingers. "My mother would like to thank you for all the help you've given Mystic Falls within the past year."
"And I her for the information she's paid me."
"Well," I said clapping my hands together. "Tyler and I are going to my room to finish homeowork so we won't disturb you."
"Alright, I'll be out here ordering some pizza if Tyler would like to stay."
"I'd love to," he said answering the question in her voice. I grabbed my bag off the chair and pulled him into my bedroom where he instantly pinned me , both of his palms were flat on either side of the shut door while he leaned in
"Round three already?" I was counting school as the first match.
"Nope, just wanted to give you something."
His lips pressed against mine in that attractively forceful way and parted them easily with his tongue. Before I was able to react, he slowly pulled away, an agonizing feeling, and walked back to my bed where he started our homework assignment. I on the other hand, someone who physically didn't have the need to breath, was left breathless and began to take out the small plastic circle my boyfriend had just slipped into my mouth. Between my forefinger and thumb, I held the button he had ripped off and hid from Elizabeth when she walked through the door.
I couldn't help but wonder... "How on earth did you talk with this in your mouth?"
...He never did answer me.
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