"What are you doing?" he asked, confused.
He'd just woken up, and saw her sitting on the edge of his bed. He'd turned on the nightlight and grabbed his glasses because he'd felt something on the bed and feared it was Red being mischievous, but had instead found Katherine, who was rubbing her arms vigorously.
"I didn't mean to wake you up, not really, well maybe a little, but then I got so cold my teeth actually started shattering and I thought 'well, that'll wake him up anyhow, I might as well rub myself warm'."
"You do realize that doesn't explain why you're sitting there to begin with."
"Ha! No, I guess not. Um, well, I need to tell you something and I could be really subtle about it and it would take forever and we'd get confused and I'd lose my moxy, so I'll just say it. I've realized that I've fallen for you and at first I sort of didn't do anything about it because I thought you didn't really like me but then that changed and these past months I hoped you'd do something about it because I'm apparently chicken when it comes to these sorts of things, also I feared I'd just misjudged you and –"
She stopped talking when he sat up straight.
"Oh god please say something!" The anxiety was sprawled across her face.
"I don't know what to say."
She didn't look cold at all anymore, every inch of her skin seemed to give off an unnatural amount of heat. He could see her conviction faltering, could see her worst fear coming true.
"No, no, Katherine, it's not like that. Don't listen to me, I'm a dumbass, come here. Come here, and I'll show you. Because I don't know how to say it."
He thought she'd grab him, the way she looked at him, but instead she stood up and slowly walked towards the headboard and carefully and precisely slid under the covers next to him.
They just laid there for a bit. Finally, she spoke again: "I love you, John, that's what I wanted to tell you. I made the conscious decision to tell you, because I can't take not telling you anymore."
"I love you too, Katherine," he answered, to his surprise. It was so much easier than he thought it would be.
"I don't love you like a brother, John."
"I don't love you like a sister. Or rather, way more than that. That sounded really weird."
"We're teens, it's supposed to be weird."
"I know."
She sighed, "What should we do know?"
"I don't know. It feels nice, let's just enjoy it for a bit."
"You mean, just laying here?"
"Um, yeah."
She quivered.
"Are you cold? I'm assuming no, you're making me sweat you're so warm."
To his surprise she got out of the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, John," she smiled at him, "You're right, I'm too hot."
Slowly she bent over and grabbed the hem of her nightgown. She pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. Then she rejoined him under the covers.
Her smell was just as intoxicating as always. It had been caught under the nightgown, but now it was spreading under the blanket, making him fuzzy in the head. She turned over onto her belly, and let her head rest on her arm. She followed his jaw line, stroking it with a finger, then slowly caressed his mouth. Why did she have to torture him like this? I mean, it was one thing telling someone you loved them, but not even three minutes later she was completely naked and basically doing all the things he'd been fantasizing about for the last few months.
"Katherine, I mean, I don't know, I –"
"Shh. You're wonderful, but you wouldn't recognize happiness if it stomped you in the face. We only live once John, enjoy your life, enjoy this and us, just all of it."
"Well, what about –"
"You know I'm on the pill, you got it for me." She blushed at this.
That had not been his question. But that blush, that blush that turned her skin so dark that it made her freckles disappear. That's what did it, he thought. He leaned over her and kissed her on the mouth, kissed her on the neck, breathed in her hair. She moaned, which practically made his brain melt.
She slid her hand under his waist belt.
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He couldn't control his breathing after that. It's like someone, well Katherine, had lit a fire inside of him. He pushed her down rougly, kissing her neck while sliding his hand down her stomach.