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So, I know that his chapter is pretty short. I've had part of it written for several days now, and tonight when I sat down to add to it, it just felt done. I love the little snippets of the character's time together. It may not do much for the plot of the story, but it does help me to better understand the characters. I hope you enjoy it.
The back of the school is thankfully deserted at lunch today. Normally, couples stash themselves along the building to get in a bit of make-out time during the day, but today is frigidly cold and only one couple braves the temperature because their need to be together is more desperate than the cold. Remnants of last nights frozen snowfall are whipped up by the wind sending swirling mini tornadoes of sparkling jagged spears into the air. The sun, intense in its brightness, is held hostage by the bitter zero degree-day. He presses his body into her with an intense urgency. He needs to protect her from the elements, but even more he can't deny his want, his desire to meld his body to hers, to feel as much as two fully clothed people can before the bell rings. Her body pushes back buffered by the building. Their lips, swollen and red are parted for the moment; both are breathing hard and need to slow the heartbeats that seem to reverberate off the bricks. She tilts her head back and he accepts the invitation to caress the silky, ivory of her neck. His lips hover barely touching teasing her into a frenzy. Her face is tingling with expectation. He breathes out slowly and the heat of his breath is delicious against her frozen skin sending a shiver down her spine.
"Cold?" He suggests, but she only answers in a low moan. He smiles against her flesh loving that he has such an affect on her. She's tired of waiting to catch her breath and greedily grips his jaw and pulls him back to her. Her soft, wet lips meet his and immediately their mouths are moving with that same fierce need to fill all of their remaining time connected. He takes her bottom lip between his, sucking, caressing the smooth surface with his tongue, grazing his teeth as he pulls back. His arms shift pulling her even closer, his bare hand slips under her shirt and grasps at her tender hip; the other hand snakes up her back, palms the based of her head deepening the kiss. She sucks in breath and breaks the kiss, creating space without moving her body. He looks at her, a question on his lips and then a wave of recognition hits him.
"I'm sorry. So sorry. I didn't mean…I wasn't think…, he stutters trying to get the apology out. His hand moves from her head to rest tentatively between her shoulder blades.
She places a startlingly cold finger to his lips. "Shhh… I know. I just kind of forget that it's…". She pauses, green eyes cast downward. She's embarrassed and wants to crawl inside of herself. "It's okay. Don't worry." Her soft voice tries to be reassuring, but it isn't because she doesn't believe everything's okay.
"Come here." He entreats soothingly to smother the distance that has crept in. Her body is still pressed up against his. He can still feel the crushing desire that rolls over him with each breath, but now is not the time.
She doesn't resist; she wants the comfort that only he can give and she wants to feel the honesty of her words, that it is okay. His hand moves from her shoulders and the back of his fingers drag along her cheek. She shivers again under his electrifying touch that sparks the memory of their first kiss and every other kiss afterward. The simplicity of it all increases the longing to reconnect and she fists her fingers in his sweater and again pulls him to her. Her lips aren't hesitant and she doesn't wait for him to break through the astonishment that her mouth is on his and she isn't going to wait for permission. Her tongue lightly licks his upper lip and finally he catches on and allows her in. She melts into his arms, and he holds her with all of his strength, forcing the hope that he never has to let go warm them.
Two quick things:
1. I'm thinking about changing the title of the story and I would love to hear what suggestions you have for a new title.
2. I'm curious about what you guys think about the point of view I've written in. Is it confusing to have just he and she instead of characters names?
I hope that you'll let me know what you think. Your reviews are like Mega-Stuffed Oreos to me (and I love Mega-Stuffed Oreos).
*****Still lost...
