hey guys prewarning there's some fluffiness but also some heavy cassiexwill action so I hope you like it!
When we reached my house, he didn't even let me get off the bike on my own. He scooped me up into his arms and walked into my empty house. No one was home again. I closed my eyes, trying to fight off the nausea that the speed at which he was moving was causing me. I felt him lower me down, the couch beneath my back, a pillow under my head, and then he was pulling a blanket around me and I was curling up to combat the pains in my stomach. He brushed my hair off of my sweaty forehead, before walking out to the kitchen, the kettle boiling and the keys on the phone being dialled.
"Hey Veronica, it's Will. Yeah I'm okay, but I brought Cassie home from school, she wasn't feeling well. I'm going to look after her. No no, it's alright don't rush home. Can you just call in to school and tell them we're off sick? Thanks, bye." I listened as he hung up on my mother, then came in, carrying a tray with toast and a hot mug of herbal tea. He set it down on the coffee table, before turning back to me, the mug in one hand as he took my shoulders in the other, easily lifting me up. He sat, and I fell limply against his shoulder, my eyes barely staying open.
"Drink, you'll feel better." He ordered, and I groaned, lifting my arms with extreme effort and taking the cup off of him. I took a few small sips before I felt the bile rise again, and I jumped up from the sofa, running down the hall and into the bathroom. I fell to my knees, throwing up everything I could, my throat burning, my breath not coming easy, and when I was done, I slumped against the wall, tears running down my cheeks. I'm so stupid. I couched weakly, rubbing my mouth with some tissue. There was a soft knock on the door, and I shook my head, not that Will could actually see through the wood.
"Cass, can I come in?" He asked, and I grumbled a yes, quickly flushing the toilet before he could open the door. I smiled weakly, and he looked down at me, holding out a glass of water. I took it, drinking slower this time, before setting it down, blinking slowly.
"I want to go home." I whined, and he slid down the wall next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into him. I leaned on him, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around him.
"You are home baby." He whispered into my hair, and even though I knew he was right, I didn't feel like I was home. I felt like I was in the most foreign place in the world, and I felt so alone it was stupid. I sobbed even though I had nothing to cry about, and he held me reassuringly, rubbing my arms, playing with strands of my hair, and when I stopped crying, he helped me stand up and walked me back to the sofa, sitting down and leaning me against him. He flicked on the TV, putting on mean girls, and I smiled despite all the aches and pains in my body. He really was a good nurse. We watched mean girls, then 27 dresses, john tucker must die and not another teen movie. As soon as I started to feel a little better Will fed me small pieces of toast, making me drink more herbal tea, and then half way through John tucker must die he pulled me down so that we were both lying down. I curled up against him, his shirt balled in my fists.
"You alright?" He asked, caressing my face softly, and I nodded, the drowsiness taking over. My eyes grew heavy as Mia Kirshner came on the screen, and then I was falling deep asleep.
I woke up to the sound of cheering crowds and whistles. I looked up at the TV, the football was playing. Will was fast asleep, snoring softly, smiling softly. He looked so strange. In a good way. He looked calm and sweet, like the little boy who befriended my sister when she was so young. I smiled, hugging him a little tighter. He took in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering open as he looked around sleepily.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." I whispered, my voice croaky, and he rolled his eyes, his arm contracting around my shoulders.
"You feeling better?" He asked, and I nodded, even though my stomach was still a little achy and my head was still spinning slightly. He smiled, before sitting up, affectively making me sit up too.
"Look this is going to seem really sick of me but we don't have a lot of private time together and I was thinking..." He raised an eyebrow, and I knew what he was suggesting. He was right of course, but I was worried about my upset stomach and that I was all sweaty and disgusting.
"Give me ten minutes." I asked, before jumping up and running up the stairs. I quickly charged into the bathroom, and I was appalled by my appearance. My hair was straggly, my face sweaty and pale, and my eyes had black bags under them. I she'd my clothes and quickly hopped into the shower. I scrubbed away the sweat, lathering my hair and rinsing before jumping out again in record time. I took a towel of the rack and started to brush my hair, applying some moisturiser as I did so. Once my hair was slightly tamed I brushed my teeth, swirled my mouth out with mouthwash and walked into my room, quickly putting on some underwear, a pair of denim shorts and a tight black shirt. I walked back down stairs, and found Will sitting on the coffee table, xbox controller in his hand as he played FIFA. He didn't look up when I came in, and I say down on the edge of the sofa, watching him. He was so engrossed, biting his lip slightly as he concentrated, and when he scored he muttered something under his breath as he smiled.
"Will." I said softly, and he turned, looking at me. He was halfway through a game, but he dropped the controller like it was on fire. He got up, walking towards me, a smile playing across his lips as he picked up a wet lock of my hair, giving it a twirl before tickling my nose with it. I giggled, batting his hand away, and he smiled, a real smile. Cute and light and Will.
"Lesson 3. Simple kiss. Alright? And that means simple, got it?" He teased, and I rolled my eyes, nodding anyway. He pulled me up, and when I was at eye level with him, his smile faded a little.
"First, the guy will do this." He whispered, touching my cheek softly, tilting my face up.
"Then he'll put his hand... On your waist." His other hand touched my waist, and I looked up at him, meeting his eyes.
"His lips will part, his pupils will dilate." His voice was deep, soft, as he demon stared this, his lips opening slightly as if he was about to take a breath.
"Then he'll lean forward. You have to tilt left, always left." He told me, and I obeyed, never breaking my stare. His eyelids dropped closed a little as he gazed at my lips.
"And..." I enquired, but I didn't get an answer, because he closed the space between us, kissing me softly. My eyes closed involuntarily, and I wanted to lean forward, but his lips on mine were too light, too soft to do so. In the space of a few seconds he was pulling back, looking at me.
"Little more action, you seem to let me take over too much." He told me, and I nodded, looking at his lips. I wonder what Jems lips will feel like. Soft? Like Wills, maybe better. I leaned forward, taking his advice. Our lips touched, and again it was short, sweet, soft, but I leaned in a little more, moving my lips against his. I pulled back, feeling empowered and in control. He looked down at me, his eyes large, and my heart started to pound as I stared at him, my breath coming fast.
"Good. Much better." He said finally, and I nodded, biting my lip, knowing it drives him crazy. I stopped in my tracks suddenly, confused with myself. I knew it made him manic, but I did it anyway? Since when was I looking for him to go crazy on me? What is going on? I didn't have time to voice these questions out loud before he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me, hard and fast as we fall onto the sofa, his lips working intricately across mine. He pushed me into the sofa, lying on top of me, opening his mouth and kissing me furiously. I moaned as his hand found the hem of my shirt and literally ripped it from my body, his fingers tracing my naval. My hands fumbled with his belt, and once it came undone I threw it to the floor, letting my hands slid up his stomach, feeling his abs. He pulled away a little, breaking our kiss, and I sighed, knowing I'd done everything wrong, had gone too far.
"Too fast, right?" I asked, but he shook his head this time, his hands on either side of my stomach.
"Oh god I just..." He whispered, looking at me, his eyes almost pained.
"What?" I asked, curious.
"I can't... I need to stop." He whispered, withdrawing himself, standing up and backing away a few steps. I sat up, looking at him in confusion, wondering what on earth I had done.
"Will." I said slowly as he almost tripped over the coffee table. He shook his head.
"Cassie listen to me." He started, looking at me funny.
"You need to stop trying to touch me. Because every time you do, I lose it. I lose myself. All I want to do is tear your fucking clothes off and do you over the coffee table. I'm a guy, Cassie. You may think I don't act like one, or I won't have the same wants, but I want to fuck you so bad." He shouted, and I stared dumbfounded at him, not knowing how to react to that. I stood, meeting his fevered eyes. He looked so desperate, so needy.
"Will I didn't know." I tried to calm him down, but he was having none of it.
"You're just an object of lust, and I want you, don't you get it? I'm a guy, I need to fuck you and you just don't get it. You don't get it!" He shouted so loud that I cringed. I felt my heart drop when he said I was just an object, and I folded my arms across my chest angrily.
"Well if it's so inconvenient to be around me, why do you do it?" I asked, and he laughed, looking at me like I was a stupid child.
"Because your my friend, Cassie, and I never saw you this way until now, when your hands are all over me like a horny teenager." He shouted, and my anger spiked.
"My hands all over you? You are the one pushing me into the sofa, you're the one who tore my shirt off. Guess what, Will, I am a horny teenager, and so are you." I spat, and he shook his head, his jaw setting.
"I think the moans and the breathy little sighs really show how much more you were enjoying that than I was." He shot, and my jaw locked, every muscle stiffening as I stared in utter rage at him.
"I thought you were nice earlier. Now I realise what a dick head you are. You're a user, and you need to get out of my house." I growled, and he laughed shortly, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Fine, I'll go. Let's see how far you get with Jem without me." With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving his belt, and ran out of the front door, slamming it shut behind him.
aww Will confessing his "feelings" for Cassie. So how's it gunna go from now on. No more lessons? Please tell me what you think of Wills cute ways towards Cassie when she was ill. Good? Bad? you know I love hearing from you? xx