Hey look new chapter. Let's not talk about all the fabulous spoilers/the new advert because man I ship these two like embarrassingly hard and I actually cannot wait until Thursday. That's all. (Oh and thank you for the reviews and stuff. Love you.)

(Also, don't expect any character development/plotline because I can't. Also, sorry about how short this is.)

Chapter 8

Lorraine's POV throughout

Her front door slams. And she's standing right next to me in the wide living room of her flat. Breathing too heavily, because maybe we've been running to get out of the rain. And her flat is warm and I'm leaning back against the wall, throwing my head back and laughing. Out of breath. And she's laughing too. And there are goosebumps covering my body. She reaches out, her palm skating over my bare arm. A brief, little moment of contact that sends my heart running away from me. There's still something inside my head that I'm fighting away, but I'm not even sure what it is anymore. It's an internal battle that I'm losing, and I don't even care. Her smile makes me forget it all.

"You're cold, come on, I'll..." she's turning away from me. And shaking tiny raindrops out of her hair as she moves.

"No. Nikki." I whisper. Reaching out and grabbing her hand, my nails in the back of her hand. She's spinning around and grinning at me again. "Wait" I whisper. Pulling her a fraction closer. And she's looking down and wriggling her hand free from my grasp. I let go too quickly, as though she's burnt me. For a fraction of a second, I'm scared. Scared that I did something wrong. And then she's stepping closer to me. Her hot breath crashing against my wet skin. Because I can still feel the raindrops trickling over my flesh. Down my neck. Over my chest. And she's raising her hands, running them very, very carefully through my hair. Blonde wet hair, her fingernails running through my curls. We're almost nose to nose now. Her eyes flickering too quickly from my eyes to my lips. Dark pupils blurring. And she's inching closer to me still. Much closer. Probably too close. Because I know that right now it doesn't matter how many times I tell myself that I shouldn't be doing this, I'm not sure I can stop. I dig my nails into my palms, and I wish that I was in control. But at the same time, I want to lose it all.

And her chest is on my chest, and I'm tipping my head up towards her, her lips barely millimetres away from mine. Her bottom lip brushes against my own. I know that my lips are shaking. But I'm not drunk or even scared right now. I'm just trembling in hot anticipation. Her curling breath, I can feel it, taste it. And then I kiss her. I kiss her this time. Brave suddenly. Softly. Eyes closing. Because I can still taste the rainwater on her lips, slicking over her mouth. And I'm breathing too heavily. One second, one kiss. And oh my god. She pulls away from me, softly tearing her lips away from mine. Leaving my eyes flying open. Heart fluttering like a delicate cadged bird, hopelessly crashing against my rib cage. Silently begging her for more. There's a pause.

"Nikki, please" I whisper. But I don't really know what I'm pleading for. She's so close that I can feel her laugh, almost silently.

"You're going to catch cold" She's giggling. Her hands flying down, fingernails tracing over my cheeks, her palms finally resting on the shoulders of my soaking wet shirt. I look down. She looks away. "Umm...umm, do you want a drink or anything?" She suggests it quietly. It's a question, but she doesn't wait for the answer. "You should have something hot, I've got tea, or coffee, but it's only instant." Her voice is quick, and she's tilting her head back, roughly nodding towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah a coffee would be great. Thank you." I fight to keep my voice confident, casual.

"Okay," and then she's turning away, raising a hand and running it through her wet hair, brushing it out of her face. I watch the muscles in her back move, and the wet material clinging tightly to her skin. I bite at my lips."One shitty instant coffee coming up" I smile as she speaks.

She walks away, towards the kitchen, and I follow her. I sit nervously right at the edge of the sofa. Knees together, hands nervously tangling around each other in my lap. My mouth feels too dry. I touch my tongue to my lips. There are things inside me, moving too fast, throwing confusing shadows around my head. And I can't think straight. Maybe I can't think at all.

"Here-" she passes me a drink.

"Thanks" I murmur, and I cup my hands around it, taking a minute sip. I can feel it scalding my tongue, burning through my body. So hot I can't taste it. I gulp it down. She sits beside me on the sofa, leaning back, one hand wrapped around her mug, the other running through her wet hair. She's self-consciously shaking it back from her face.

"Sorry about the kinda...kinda disastrous evening." She smiles grimly as she speaks. Her eyes fixed on mine, so intently that I have to look away quickly.

"Don't worry, I've had much worse dates" I still don't look at her, but I can hear her gulp too suddenly on her coffee as I speak, spluttering as the scalding hot liquid burns down her throat. I look up at her as she coughs, her eyes watering.

"How could it be worse? We're drinking shitty instant coffee, you're soaking wet, I bet that shirt is either dry-clean only or totally ruined and..."

"You're a great kisser" I say suddenly. And then blush. She raises her eyebrows a fraction, and takes a sip of her tea. And she watches me for a second.

"Thanks" she nods, smiling and looking down. "You too"

I want to wriggle an inch closer to her across the sofa. I want to be able to feel her bodyheat radiating through her thin, wet shirt. I want to place my palm on her cheek, and make her tilt her chin down, so I can kiss her again. I want to be able to, but I can't. Instead I wring my hands together nervously. Taking a sip of my coffee just to have something to do with my hands. She's still watching me over the rim of her mug. I glance up, and for an instant she's looking me straight in the eye. God, her eyes are so blue. Too blue maybe. Icy, chilling, sending tiny tremors down my spine.

"Jesus, you're still shivering," she says, her eyes suddenly flickering all over my face, and she gets up quickly. "I'll find you something to change into, hold on," she takes a final, hurried gulp of her coffee, and leaves her mug on the coffee table.

"No, no don't. You really don't have to." I reply too quickly, placing my own mug next to hers. My hands nervously screwing together again. She laughs.

"I can't let my boss catch pneumonia" she's still smiling.

I lean against the doorframe of her bedroom, tilting my head back to rest it on the glossy wood. Watching her as she rummages through a drawer for something for me to pull on. I can feel hot, quick adrenaline pumping through my body. Quick, sticky tension collecting on my palms. Making me want to do something stupid. Something brave. Something stupidly brave. I open my mouth to speak, but she speaks first.

"Sorry about the mess-" she sighs, looking round as she feels my eyes on her back. I smile.

"It's not messy" I skim my eyes over her room. Double bed, almost impossibly neat white sheets made perfectly. Army style, I suddenly realise. A couple of pairs of shoes strewn over the floorboards. A blazer thrown over one of the bedposts.

"Nikki, come here" I breathe the words softly, and reach out towards her. She turns around.

"What?"She asks. I don't know what else to say. I just watch her hopelessly as she stands and walks slowly towards me. She's frowning a fraction, eyebrows just beginning to press together. And I'm praying to god that she can somehow read my mind and knows how much I like her. But she can't, of course. And I'm consumed by my own nervous silence. She glances away from me, down to her hands, then back up to my face again. Maybe my breathing gets a little bit shallower as I try to ignore all the things running around my head. And she's stepping closer to me again. "For fuck's sake Lorraine" she whispers. Frowning still. And there's something exasperated, almost angry, threading through her voice now. I bite down on my hot fear. Breathe deeply.

And then she kisses me. Kissing me roughly, her hands on my hips, screwing up the soaking fabric of my shirt as she pulls me close. Sending tiny raindrops wringing from the fabric and skating over my skin. Her mouth is open, tongue rough. On my lips, touching my tongue. God. My arms around her neck. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I know that she must know how fast I'm breathing. But I don't care. Because she's a fantastically good kisser. Her hands threading through my hair, nails in the back of my neck. It hurts, but in a good way. I close my eyes and wish that this second never has to end.

But of course it does. And she's tearing her lips away from mine. Yet again. I'm breathing too fast, biting on my lips. Trying my hardest to talk to her. But I can't. Something tight in my throat chocking back my words. She looks at me silently for an instant.

"You okay?" she asks. Touching her tongue to her lips. I lean forwards, and kiss her again. Once. And then she pulls away. "Lorraine?" she murmurs.

I don't know what she wants me to say. And I'm not entirely sure if I can say anything at all, because I feel as though my heart has suddenly swollen too big, blocking my throat. Making it impossible for me to say a single word. And so I just nod my head, and I giggle softly onto her lips. Closing my eyes slowly as she hovers her lips over my own. And I kiss her again. And then, suddenly, quickly, she's stepping towards me and she's pinning my body backwards. My spine digging hard into her bedroom wall. Her hands reaching for the buttons of my shirt, her fingers fumbling, numb. And for a second she's breathing too quickly, tiny frustrated breaths as she struggles to undo the buttons. And finally she's pulling the wet fabric away from my body carefully at first, and then roughly. I just breathe. My eyes squeezed closed. Letting her kiss my neck, my collarbones, my shoulders. Letting it feel good. Because it does. Better than good. A scary, exhilarating high. I hold her neck and pull her lips back up to mine, kissing her straight back.