Disclaimer:See previous chapter.
Tunes: "Casey's Song" by City and Colour, "A Story for Supper" by Lydia, "Fake Plastic Trees" by Radiohead.
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Author's Note: This one's a bit mature because things are implied. Things that make some people uncomfortable. This is your warning.
February 2, 2006
Michalchuk Household - 7:51 PM
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Paige's breath was warm and in her mouth Alex could taste the chocolate she'd bought her as an early Valentine's Day present. A soft hand raked her back, beneath her shirt, its twin buried in her hair, Paige's leg wrapped delicately around her waist, bringing their bodies closer.
The lust that had been building, low and hot in her belly was making her thoughts hazy and disorganized. This was better than any chemical high she could ever have experienced. Alex liked the noises Paige made when she stimulated that sensitive spot behind her ear and broke the kiss to hear them again.
"Alex…" it was breathy and could have been said in pleasure. But maybe not.
Despite her body's protests she pulled away, detaching her lips from moistened skin. She was only vaguely surprised when she saw her hand on Paige's breast and regretfully removed it. Or tried to. A firm hand on her wrist ceased her movement and she peered up, partially alarmed, through a thin curtain of dark hair that had fallen over part of her face during the course of their activities.
Paige had beautiful eyes. They weren't the color of the sea. They didn't sparkle with mischief. They didn't light up at the mention of spark-plugs and shoplifting and narcotics. But when they met hers they made her feel… important. Or something. They could make her heart pound five times faster, or, even stop completely.
Paige had beautiful eyes.
"What are y-"
"Shh…" they were whispering, even though they were alone in the house together, "just… keep going."
"I don't want to-"
"You don't want to?" was that shock or hurt in Paige's voice?
"Well, I mean, not if you don't want to," the emotions lay heavily in her ribcage, pulsed thickly in her veins, wound tightly around her throat and made her words feel clumsy and inarticulate. Maybe they were. "I would never push you into something you didn't-"
Paige sighed, stroking Alex's cheek with two gentle fingers, "You're not. And you haven't. I think maybe that's why I feel like I can do this. You just… you make me feel like it's…"
She trailed off, the half-finished sentence carried weight. Her lips were soft as ever, and in her mouth Alex could still taste chocolate. Tentative hands removed cumbersome clothing. Shy glances spoke a hundred words. Silence pressed down upon them like a leaden blanket; stealing the breath from their lungs and the sentences from their lips.
Fingers, mouths, whispers, moans.
Their love was spun of silk. So delicate and fragile and beautiful.
Sandcastles built of touch and sound and sensation.
They shattered, together, with a moan and a shudder.
It was nothing especially extraordinary. There were no monumental climaxes. No shrieks of passion or ecstasy. No breathless declarations of undying love.
But it was everything it should have been. Every thing it needed to be.
And when it was over, and Paige lay in the crook of her arm, breathing softly, still silent; Alex thought it was the most beautiful experience of her life.
She thought that This Is What Love Should Be Like.
End Notes: I'm running out of stuff to say in these things. Review or I'll eat your brains.
-Zombie Orange
