First of all I'm sorry for the delay, I was busy with finals and then my brain decided it was time for a break so writing this update took longer, but it's finally here, and I hope you guys enjoy it. warning: it's quite long! So don't read it if you're sleepy hehe and it's R-rated!
Thank you all for the wonderful reviews, I appreciate every single one of them :)
To Lianna-snow: glad you like my fic, my favourite scene to write has been…mmmh I don't really know, haha I loved them all, but I love the scenes where they are fighting a little more, they are fun to write ;)
Enjoy!
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CHAPTER 10
Should I say something? yeah, but what? Since all I can think of is how beautiful his eyes are, how I could be gazing into them for the rest of time. My teeth unconsciously bite my bottom lip as my eyes travel down to his mouth. God I want to kiss him and I bet he wants it too, he wouldn't be looking at me in such a way if he wasn't expecting something to happen, would he? I stop wondering the moment his hand on the small of my back slightly pushes me into him, which I take as the hint I was waiting for to release my growing desire. My hand flies to his neck as I eagerly lean over him to join my lips with his in a much longed kiss. I close my eyes to take in the overwhelming sensation that this physical contact causes.
As our mouths begin to explore each other with hunger, I feel his other hand move to the small of my back, forming a perfect circle around my body. I find myself wishing that moment never ended. However, the fervour we both put on that kiss leaves us breathless and our lips have to part. I back away a little and open my eyes only to find his grinning face. I blush heavily. A "wow" slips of my mouth while I regain my breath, my mind fills with questions: what do I say? What does this mean? Why don't we carry on with the kiss, please?
"I-"
"shh, don't say anything" he murmurs placing a finger over my lips "let's have some sleep first, we'll talk about it later okay?" He sweetly says as he intertwines his fingers with mine and brings my hand to rest on his stomach.
"okay" I mutter with a foolish smile on my face. As much as I would have loved to get more than that amazing kiss, exhaustion is taking over my body and it's begging for some sleep. I nestle inside his unbroken embrace and rest my head on his shoulder, my face brushing his neck. I feel peaceful, comforted, happy, because this time I know this is not a joke or a dream, it's real and he must feel the same way, otherwise he wouldn't have let me that kiss happen, right?
I leave every thought aside as I close my eyes and listen to his breathing while I wait for slumber to come for me. I could stay like this forever.
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I'm woken up by the hot sunbeams burning my skin. I slowly open my eyes, dreading to meet the bright light of day. For a moment I had forgotten it was late August.
I stretch myself; my skin is sweaty, my mouth dry, and I'm alone. What! I quickly sit up and look at the empty spot that was occupied by Ross before. This wasn't another dream, was it? I ask myself rather scared. But then I spot a post-it over the blanket with something handwritten on it.
"Good morning beautiful, don't freak, I'm in the kitchen, come when you wake up"
I can't help the huge smile that appears on my face right away. So it was not a dream…phew!
"Hi" I say shyly as I enter the kitchen and find him in front of the stove.
"hey, good mor-…afternoon" he sweetly says. "how did you sleep?"
"amazingly well" I bet he can tell just by looking at my face "although the sun was a pain in the ass, I was almost burning when I woke up" I say as I get closer to where he is.
"I know, I woke up an hour ago for the same reason"
"what are you cooking?"
"pasta, hungry?"
"not really, plus I'm afraid I have to head home for lunch" I say looking up at the clock "oh my god! It's noon already? Gosh my dad is going to kill me! I need to go home right now" I say freaking out.
"you really have to? I was hoping we could have lunch together and…talk" he says in such a way that it makes me want to surrender and tell him yes. Yes, yes yes yes yes! I want to stay with you! if I had the guts to confront my dad. I close distances with him and hold his hand as I timidly look up to him.
"you have no idea how much I want to talk and clear things with you…but I really need to go now" I say with a sad half smile "I promise I'll be here the minute I finish lunch"
"Alright…if there is not other option" he says shrugging, so cutely that I want to squeeze him in a tight hug. "I'll walk you to the door then" he says resigned.
"okay, just let me change and grab my things, can't show up at my house wearing this"
(…)
"listen…" I say when we are by his door standing in front of each other, his hands holding mine and his thumbs rubbing the back of my hands; such small gesture yet so rousing. "before I leave I want to clarify that…I-I don't want you to believe this was one more of my teasing…it's wasn't, not at all" I say shaking my head from side to side.
"I do know" he nods, wanting to hide a grin that makes appear those cute dimples of him. aw
"okay…great" I say with an ear to ear smile. "so…I'll see you in a few hours" I sadly break the perfect union of our hands, ready to leave.
"sure, I won't go anywhere" he says, before surprising me with a small –but luscious- peck on my lips. I feel my blood gathering in my cheeks. I never thought a small peck would feel this great.
"so…bye" I finally manage to say as I send him an smile and turn to leave.
…..
"you're late, come to the table" I hear my dad's serious voice coming from the sitting room.
"let me change first, would you?" I say irritated, hiding the ripped part of my dress the best I can.
"you have five minutes" ugh, he will never change. I run up towards my room and lock the door to avoid any possible interruption. I drop my bag on my bed, get rid of my ripped dress and quickly pick out some jeans shorts and a top from my closet and put them on before rushing downstairs.
As soon as I sit at the table I feel the uncomfortable silence and the inquiring stares weighing on me.
"mmmh this looks delicious" I say to break the ice, although truly I haven't stopped to look at what's on my plate. "Where are my sisters?" I ask when I notice I'm the only one there.
"they're spending the day at your cousin's" my mother replies. "How was Stephanie's party, dear?" she then asks.
"it was fun, lots of people there"
"and how did you end up at Monica's? I thought she had gone to Orlando with her parents" oh god, Is this an interrogatory?Do they know something and I'm only making a fool of myself? Okay, calm down and don't freak out. They DON'T know I've spent the night with Ross. How would they?
"Because she didn't want to be alone and she asked me to stay; plus it was really late to come back home by myself. What's the problem anyway? You always let me stay at Mon's" I say defensively; a tone I shouldn't have used if I don't want to look suspicious.
"no problem at all honey"
"good, because I need to go back as soon as possible, we're preparing this pajama party for Leslie" yeah, I cannot freaking wait to see "Leslie" again and kiss "her" and…okay stop!
"I thought you said it was for Ashley" oh shit.
"oh yes, Ashley! Sorry…Leslie is her sister and I usually confuse their name" I say in a nervous chuckle. I look at them poker-faced as I sneakily try to dry my sweating hands with the napkin. Gosh, if I survive this lunch without giving myself away I deserve an award.
"you better not be staying at that boyfriend of yours, young lady" my father says with a rather threatening tone.
"no I'm not dad, and if you must know, I'm no longer his girlfriend" my dad's face lights up.
"well, I'm glad to hear that. Never liked that guy"
"what happened honey?"
"nothing…he was too childish for me" and a son of a bitch.
"you know, My friend Barney has a son whom you might like, he is studying to be an orthodontist" my father says with a grin I detest.
"thank you dad, but I don't need a matchmaker, I'm perfectly fine" I say with a bit of sarcasm.
"trust me Rachel, you'll like Barry, he is handsome, centred, he comes from a good family…" I give up and let him brag about that Barry guy while I eat my food as fast as I can. I need to return to Ross right now, I miss him. My dad's voice slowly fades and becomes a soft buzz in my ears while my mind recalls our amazing kiss of that morning. Sweet heaven…
"okay dad, whatever you say, I gotta go now, need a shower before heading to Monica's" I say standing up from my chair "I'll see you tomorrow" I kiss both of them and run towards the stairs.
"wait honey, Do you want me to bring you food tonight? Miss Kate cooked too much today" my mom says.
"NO!" damn, that sounded too desperate. "No mom, that's okay...w-we're gonna order some pizzas so don't worry" I say, with a casual smile.
"okay honey, call if you need anything"
"sure"
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I'm a walking bundle of nerves on my way back to Ross' house; my legs are shaking, my palms sweating; I'm even more nervous than when I confessed the truth. Why? this should be easy, you simply have to tell him that-…that what? What I feel for him? because that's the only thing I'm sure of. I begin to panic when I picture the moment in my head and words won't come out. But then, he opens the door with the biggest smile and all my nerves dispel right away.
"hey"
"hey" I respond in his same shy manner. Gosh, it's unbelievable how we've gone from teasing to being all withdrawn around each other. But I love this new phase. "I couldn't come sooner" I say pouting.
"it's okay, you're finally here and that's what matters, come in" he says sweetly. I follow him through the house, until we are back in the yard, the scenery of such wonderful night.
"what have you been doing in my absence?" I break the ice as we sit next to each other
on the couch swing they have under a tree. There is no other noise but the birds' tweeting, the calmness and solitude of the yard relaxes me.
"nothing much, counting the minutes to see you" aw "and my mom called" He says turning to look at me. I get lost in his eyes for the millionth time in the past 24 hours.
"oh, was she worried about her baby boy?"
"apparently, she called three times"
"oh my gosh, doesn't it get on your nerves that she is so overprotective?"
"I'm used to it already; she must still see me as a ten years old"
"yeah, all moms do"
"but my mother is something else, she thinks I'm some kind of miracle" I burst out laughing.
"and why is that?"
"well…she was told she was sterile and when I came to the world it was a huge surprise for them"
"oh so that's why you're the apple of her eyes, now I get why Monica's always complaining about your mom loving you more than her"
"c'mon that's not true, she loves us both equally"
"yeah, try telling that to Monica"
"okay, she must have a bit more affection towards me, but she loves us both"
"…I wonder what your mom would say if she knew we spent the night together" I say intending to make it sound as a joke, but my real aim is to bring up feared 'the subject'. if only we could skip the talking and go straight to the 'fun'. I hear his laughter.
"Probably nothing, I doubt the idea of me having a girlfriend has crossed her mind yet" Oh god, has he just said girlfriend? He must have perceived my stunned expression because he immediately retracts himself "I-I mean, not that I-I'm calling you my girlfriend but- I-…what I wanted to say was th-that, my mother still thinks I'm too young to be…interested in girls, sorry I confused you" he tries to explain as well as his nervousness allows him. I cannot help but smile at his awkwardness, it makes him look adorable. I place my hand on his knee and smile to make him feel more comfortable about his slip of tongue.
"don't worry, I…I get what you meant…plus I'm glad you've brought up the subject because I've been racking my brains on my way here wondering how or what to say"
"and…did you come to a conclusion?" I-I don't know…
"…have you?" I ask instead of answering.
"yes, but I want to hear you first" oh god, okay, okay…calm down, and just say what you feel, don't be afraid!
"okay…so…about last night, I-I mean, this morning…I don't want you to get the wrong idea, I don't go around kissing guys for the sake of it, I just- don't know how to explain it, I somehow feel drawn to you, I love spending time with you, and don't ask me how this all happened because I have no idea, I just know that I've some…sort of feelings for you" there it is, now breath or you'll faint! I finally dare to look at him, my face flustered. His lips are curled up in a shy half smile that to me spreads happiness. However, his quietness does nothing but increase my anxiety.
"I only have one thing to say…well, ask…" He finally says, a knot forms inside my stomach, what kind of question does he want to ask? "Can I ask you on a date some time?" the knot unties and dozens of butterflies fly around my stomach, I bite my bottom lip, unbelieving his words.
"yeah…that would be great" I smile, he joins me.
"okay, good"
"does this mean I'm no longer considered a heartless bitch" I say playfully.
"you never were such thing" he sweetly says "I only said that because I hated you for making me believe I could have a chance with you, and then learning it all had been a game"
"but that was a unfortunate misunderstanding, I mean…the 'game' part" I say, tilting my head and sending him an honest smile, which he reciprocates.
"I still can't believe this is happening, I never thought Rachel Green would like me… better yet, I never thought Rachel Green would ever say a word to me in the first place" I let out a soft chuckle.
"Why is it so hard to believe? I'm not a Queen or anything to be 'unreachable'"
"you are for me" aww, okay, stop being so charming please, or I'll jump on you this very moment.
"you're so sweet, Ross" I murmur locking gazes with him. For a moment silence surrounds us, that familiar silence that many times has led to an amazing kiss, but I need to resist that urge that makes me want to throw myself into his arms. I don't want to look desperate.
"by the way, if you don't mind, I'd prefer it if Monica didn't know about this…at least until we know for sure where this is going"
"totally agree with you" I say nodding my head.
"good…" he smiles to me, again. "wanna swim?" he suddenly asks. I direct my eyes to the pool. Oh shit, I forgot my bikini. Damn it!
"em…I think I'm gonna pass, but you go, I'll watch you from here"
"oh c'mon, aren't you hot?" in what sense do you ask that? if it's for you, god knows I am.
"no really, I'm fine, plus I forgot my bikini" I say motioning my hands as if I didn't care.
"so that's the reason uh, you can borrow one from Monica, she won't know"
"that's okay, I don't really feel like swimming anyway" liar
"whatever, bikini or not you're coming to the pool with me" he suddenly lifts up me in the air, in such quick motion that a yelp escapes my mouth.
"Ross! Put me down RIGHT NOW" I cry out as I wrap my arms around his neck and see with tremor how he walks towards the pool with decision. "Ross stop! I'm serious!"
"I'm sorry missy, but I'm not leaving you all alone and bored, you're coming with me" he says with a grin on his face as he stops right at the border of the pool. I twist my neck and look at him with begging eyes.
"Ross don't do it! we're wearing clothes, can't you see that!"
"who cares about that" he says before diving into the cold water with me in his arms. I squeeze my eyes and tighten my grip on him as I hear the loud splash that our bodies make against the water. For some seconds all I can see is bubbles and more bubbles. When we come to the surface, completely soaked, the first thing I see is his broad grin and I send him a stare.
"Thanks for taking my words into consideration" I say, faking bitterness.
"I know you wanted to get in, don't lie" he sweetly says as he takes us to the lower part of the swimming pool.
"yeah, but look, I'm all dripping wet now and I didn't bring any more clothes"
"well…take them off and put them to dry" he says nonchalantly. I raise my eyebrow as I try to hide a smile.
"and be naked around you?" He shrugs his shoulders, making it seem as if it wouldn't be a big deal. "you're so wrong if you think I'm gonna let you see me naked so soon honey" I teasingly say, shaking my head from side to side "we haven't even had our first date yet"
"Can we consider this our first date?" he asks hopeful.
"I'm afraid not" I say tilting my head in an "I'm sorry" way.
"damn it!" he says serious and I have to let out a big chuckle. The moment no one of us says a word is when I become aware of our dangerous closeness; his arms are still around my waist, and my arms encircling his neck. I look up at him. The light that comes from the sun setting gives his eyes a gorgeous new shade that hypnotizes me "Can I at least kiss you?" he whispers, not breaking eye contact. His question makes my entire body tremble of anticipation. Yes you can, yes you can!
"I don't know…you could take the risk and see what happens…" I whisper back and he grins. He coyly begins to lean towards me and I simultaneously close my eyes, ready to welcome his alluring, sexy lips. His breath momentarily brushes my lips before I feel his mouth rest upon mine, very slightly yet so thrilling. His lips part and trap my bottom lip as he gently sucks on it, making my friendly butterflies flutter around my stomach with no control.
The urge to deepen his shy kiss grows inside me and I fail to resist it so I quickly move my hands to the back of his head, my fingers mingling within his wet hair, and I push him against my mouth as I force my tongue across his lips and explore his mouth with need.
I'm not conscious of the intensity I'm putting in that kiss until his deep moan echoes in my mouth. I suddenly feel shied away by my own action and try to slow down the kiss not to seem too desperate, however, when I make the attempt he surprises me holding me closer and it's him who now invades my mouth shamelessly.
Chills run all over my spine, blocking my every thought and self-control. My head spins, my lungs are empty of air, yet the idea of parting from his lips for something as necessary as breathing seems bizarre to me.
I almost loose my balance when I feel him start to walk forward, but I quickly manage to follow his lead, everything but stopping that amazing kiss. My back comes up against some hard surface and then I realise we are by the pool steps. He then grabs my thighs and makes me sit on one of the steps as he pulls away from me.
"nooo" I protest as I grab on his t-shirt to avoid him from going further away. I frown in disappointment but then I blush when I open my eyes and he is looking at me with a mocking grin. I try to hide my embarrassment but my body is more focused on trying to regain the breath he has stolen from me with that kiss.
"no, what?" he inquires with that peculiar grin.
"no…no-thing" I give him a nervous smile, my checks burning of embarrassment. But it's his fault for being so damn good at kissing!
"I thought you had said, kiss me again" he seductively says, and my whole body arouses with that.
"y-yeah, that too" I whisper and he smiles, however he doesn't move or attempt to kiss me. Instead I notice how he grabs the hem of his soaked t-shirt, pulls it above his shoulders and then throws it out maintaining eye contact with me all the while. I hold my breath, dying to slide my fingertips along his exposed, perfectly toned chest but I wait, I wait to see what his next move will be.
He brushes my lips again with pure tenderness while his hands slowly open my legs and he places himself in the middle, getting rid of the remaining space that kept our bodies apart. This closeness begins to overwhelm me and even though I'm inside a pool, soaked clothes on, I feel my skin burning like fire.
The innocent kiss looses its meaning when it turns into a hotter, more passionate one that makes me lose my mind. His hands climb under my sticky top and his arms encircle my waist pulling me even closer. His mouth leaves my lips, only to move down to the crock of my neck where he begins to suck with unbelievable mastery. Mmmm…I close my eyes and moan louder than I aimed to. I feel him chuckle against my skin but I don't give a damn, this feels too good to keep quiet. However, he moves away shortly after and I cannot help but groan in frustration.
"shhh, I'm not going anywhere, I just need to get rid of this" he whispers into my ear as he grabs the border of my top and looks at me as if asking for permission. My stomach fills with nerves, you know you want this, it's Ross; still I cannot help the self-consciousness that seizes my body this very moment. But when I meet his eyes, his beautiful puppy dog eyes I feel confident, ready. I smile at him and put my arms up to let him pull top off. I'm left with nothing but my black, dripping bra. His lips return to my neck and I have to sigh at the amazing movements of his tongue over my sensitive skin. Gosh, where did he learn to do this? I tilt my head to give him enough space to roam while my hands explore every piece of smooth skin of his fit torso.
The making out session begins to get out of hands and soon enough I feel his bold hands begin to caress my thighs up and down, which I greatly enjoy, but the moment they stop at the button of my shorts and attempt to undo it, an alarm sets off in my head and deep panic takes over me. I quickly grab his wrists and push them away.
"w-we're…taking this too far…don't you think?" I say out of breath and trying not to be obvious about my nervous. His face suddenly changes to deep embarrassment, and I immediately regret my words.
"I-I'm sorry…I just- I'm sorry" he says, visibly regretful. I'm so stupid. Why would you do that Rachel! You know you want him! "I didn't mean to-"
"please Ross" I interrupt him "you didn't do anything wrong, I just- I think this is not the right place to…you know" can't you express yourself better Rachel? Ugh.
"I know, I know and I agree, it's too soon…it's just that- I-I can't help myself with I'm with you, I didn't mean to offend you or anything…I hope you can forgive me" he says with an apologetic tone. Isn't he the most adorable guy in the world?
"there is nothing to forgive honey, and please, please don't feel bad about this, nothing happened" I say sweetly as I rub the back of his neck and give him a small peck, with the hope that with such gesture his stillness and reticence will vanish.
We stay awkwardly motionless for what seems eternal seconds, until I find the words to break the silence.
"you know…I think I'm gonna take a shower…I need to put these clothes to dry for tomorrow" I say with a small smile.
"yeah okay…" he says as he moves away to let me stand up. His serious expression makes me hate myself. Damn you Rachel.
"please Ross don't beat yourself up about it, okay?"
"I'm not, I'm fine really" he says with a smile, but I know he is faking it, I can see right through his eyes how sorry he feels, and I wish I could somehow fix it and let him know he didn't do anything wrong, nothing actually happened anyway. And what if something had happened! You should leave your worries behind Rachel! He is a good guy! "I'll cook something for us in the meantime okay?" he says.
"sounds awesome to me" I reciprocate his smile and get out of the pool. I pick up my top from the floor and cover my chest with it. I don't really know why.
"you can borrow dry clothes from Monica"
"okay, thanks…I-I'll see you in a while"
"yeah" I send him another smile before turning around and walking into the house.
…..
"Did you invite someone over for dinner?" I say frowning at the many plates I find on the stove top the moment I get into the kitchen. He turns around and smiles, a smile that thankfully feels real.
"no, just for us"
"I did eat four slices of pizza but Ross, I don't think I can fit all this food in my stomach" I joke.
"you're probably right" he says half laughing "I just got bored waiting for you"
"was I away for long?" I say confused.
"two hours to be exact"
"what? no way"
"Believe me, it was two hours"
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I tend to loose track of time when I'm bathing" two hours? Seriously? I get closer to him and observe the meal he has cooked while my stomach groans loudly. I place my hand on his shoulder and he leans to kiss me forehead. I smile at his little gesture but most of all because the awkwardness from before seems to have disappeared.
"you look gorgeous" he says out of the blue, making me blush.
"thank you" I say shrugging, feeling everything but beautiful in those sweat clothes. "I'm actually becoming attached to this T-shirt" I look down at the "Frankie say relax" t-shirt I'm wearing –again- and which I have developed a very special bond for.
"you look very handsome yourself" I say with a flirtations tone.
"thanks, but I'm not" he says with modesty that makes me wonder if he truly regards himself as ugly, because he is definitely not. "you're good at lying though"
"I am not lying, you're handsomer than you think Ross, even when you had that horrible moustache and the crazy Afro hair you looked quite cute" I teasingly say.
"now, that's a lie" he says rising his one eyebrow.
"okay, that wasn't the best of looks" I say in a chuckle "but look at you now, you're so…sexy" I say, unconsciously biting my lip as I check him out brazenly.
"I really appreciate your compliment, but if you want to take things slow I beg you not to look at me that way" he says, dangerously close to me.
"I'm sorry" I whisper as I lean on my toes to kiss his soft lips. He gives me several small pecks before taking my hand and guiding me to the table. "let's eat"
…..
"mmmh okay, tell me the truth, did you or did you not sneak Monica in while I was showering and made her cook this for you? because there is no way you cooked this yourself"
"and why can't I have cooked this myself?"
"because it's too delicious, men can't cook this well" I tease him.
"well, I can, does that make me a girl?"
"to some extend…yes" I say chuckling "oh, talking about Monica, did they tell you when they'll be arriving tomorrow?"
"they weren't sure, but most likely in the afternoon"
"good, I just want to make sure I'm out of sight when they come, imagine if they found us like this morning"
"they would probably be okay with it, they adore you"
"aw, they do?"
"yup, I've even heard my mom say you're like the daughter she never had"
"she said that? man, I feel bad for Monica" we both chuckle in synch.
"what about your parents, would they like me?" he asks timidly.
"….my father would give you a hard time, that I'm sure of"
"why?" he ask with a hint of fear in his face.
"well…to begin with he dislikes every single guy I go out with"
"oh…"
"yes, and just before I came here he was trying to put this crazy idea into my head, he wants me to date one of his friend's son"
"em…that puts me in a tricky place, doesn't it?"
"no, because I couldn't care less about what my father thinks or wants for me. My life, my decisions" I hear him giggle. "what?"
"nothing, I just like this 'rebel' Rachel"
…..
After we finish dinner and decide to leave the cleaning for later, we spend the rest of the day playing card games, talking, laughing hysterically at some mutual anecdotes of our childhood and simply getting to know more of each other.
It surprises me how long he has been in my life and yet it's now when I'm discovering the real him, luckily.
I don't know how, but we end up in the same spot as the night before; lying on the mattress in the middle of the dimmed yard and under an immense blanket of stars. However, the night before we were just friends and now…well, now we are something else, I guess.
"too bad summer is coming to an end, I could have gotten used to doing this every night" I say as I snuggle into him and he embraces me closer.
"then enjoy tonight to the fullest"
"that's my intention" I lay on my side and observe his features for a while.
"what?" he asks, struck by my intense gazing.
"when are you taking me on our first date?" I ask with a foolish smile.
"soon, I have to check something first"
"check something? That means you've already made plans?"
"of course" this is so exciting!
"and what is it?"
"can't tell you yet"
"mmm, you've got me intrigued there"
"you'll find out soon, hopefully"
We cuddle and gaze at the brilliant sky for a wonderful eternity. I don't know what time it is or what's happening in the world, the only thing I care about right at this moment is him and how nice it feels to be surrounded by his arms. If only there was a remote to stop time and make this night last longer…it would be perfect. There is not other place where I feel safer, completely in comfort. That's the moment when I wonder why to wait?
Suddenly, a fleeting sparkly line draws across the sky catches my attention and drags me out of my thoughts.
"oh my god! Was that a shooting star?" I exclaim awestruck.
"mmh I don't know"
"what, you didn't see it? It crossed the whole sky"
"nop, I was looking at you" I turn to look at him and smile.
"aw, well look up, you don't want to miss it again, it's such a beautiful thing"
"so are you" he murmurs in my ear before leaving a sweet kiss behind it. My body shivers, and a huge smiles draws on my face. I turn around and rest half of my body on his and look at him with all the love he makes me feel.
"you're so corny" I say with sweetness, while I stroke his cheek with my fingertips "but I like it" I softly kiss his lips while his hands stroke my back in a slow, arousing motion. "and what were you thinking while you were looking at me?" I ask with curiosity.
"…how immensely lucky I am to have you in my arms…and that I want to protect you…and do whatever it is to make you happy" he says with honesty, looking straight into my eyes. His words melt every corner of my heart and I immediately kiss him to show him how touched and blessed I feel; because words would not have been enough.
I move over and lay fully on top of him, searching for a better access to his lips. I deepen the kiss; his wet mouth welcomes my tongue with enthusiasm. Both his hands move to my hips while I run my fingers over and over again through his short locks of hair.
The delicious kiss is over, and I'm left breathless and excited. I sat up not to squash him. My legs slide to his sides until I'm practically straddling him. I rest my hands on his stomach for support and feel it rise and fall with his hasty breathing.
Seeing him lying under me, looking all sexy, turns me on to a point unknown for me till this moment. I look around. The yard is sunk in darkness; there is no one to interrupt us, and we are under the stars, could there be a better place and moment for a first time? Definitely no. go for it Rachel. I smile to myself. Yes, I want this, I do want him.
Finally determined, I sneak my hands under his t-shirt and start to stroke his six-packed abdomen with gentleness; something he seems to enjoy since I can feel his body slightly tremble beneath my tips. I lock gazes with him. He is serious, probably wondering what I'm wondering.
"You have nice fingers" he says in a low, sexy voice.
"thank you" I smirk "they enjoy touching you very much" I mischievously say.
"no more than I do" he replies in the same way. I smile.
"come up here" I whisper as I make him sit again. He doesn't put resistance and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, immediately catching his lips between mine with want. However, he is tense, as if trying to keep unresponsive to my touch; I know he wants to prove he can wait as long as I need. But I'm ready, and I'm going to let him know.
I grab the sides of his T-shirt and pull it upwards until it goes out above his head. He frowns, but I place my index over his lips before he can mutter a word and spoil the moment.
I softly push him to make him lie on his back again. I observe how he closes his eyes the moment my fingers begin to slide from his chest down to the perfect valley formed by his hipbone. I lean over him and gently brush my lips against his skin, leaving small kisses where my fingers have drawn an invisible line. My tongue takes the place of my lips and begin to place wet little kisses around his abs. he writhes a little and I smile, enjoying being the one in charge. Nonetheless, when I try to move downwards with the trail of kisses, he tightly grabs me by my arms and lifts me to look at my eyes.
"what are you doing?" he asks, his voice quivers.
"exactly what it looks like" I send him a lustful look, still massaging his chest with my hands.
"if you're only teasing me I beg you to stop, you're too damn good at it" I let out a noisy chuckle.
"I'm not teasing"
"…what do you mean?" he asks, but I know he already suspects the answer; his way of asking gives him away.
"I mean shut up and kiss me" I murmur as I pull him up and press my lips against him with force.
"Rach, you said-" he speaks against my mouth. I place my hands on his cheeks and look at him straight in the eyes.
"forget what I said, I sometimes talk nonsense."
"but you were right, it's too soon, just yesterday we were confessing our feelings. plus I don't want you to think I'm the Chip type, I'd never use y-"
"don't even mention that bastard" I interrupt him with a straight face "let alone compare yourself to him, he is an ass and he meant nothing to me, this is very different, for the first time in my life I know what I want, and that is you" his face lights up and I feel happiness in his eyes "plus…" I begin to say as I draw a line along his bare arm "this would happen sooner or later, so why to waste time?"
"you sure?" he asks with a genuine smile.
"I've never been surer in my life" I whisper, before he surprises me with a fervent, hungry kiss. I yelp in surprise when in a quick motion he turns us around and presses me against the mattress. His lips fly to my neck, where he begins to suck with eagerness; generating dozens of tickles that make me quiver.
"eeeasy sweetie, you're gonna leave a mark" I say between giggles.
"sorry" he chuckles, "it's your fault, you're too addictive, can't help myself" he whispers in my ear then softly bites my lobe. His words said in such a low tone does nothing but increase my anticipation. I grab his face with my hands and bring him for a much needed kiss. I open my legs to let him lie upon me more comfortably and place my hands on his shoulders and slide them down, exploring every corner of his muscled, bare back. His hands rest on my ribs, his thumbs rubbing the sensitive skin under my breast, making me hate the Frankie say relax t-shirt that is preventing me from enjoying his touch fully.
My heart skips a beat when I feel him lift my T-shirt a little and move his lips to my exposed stomach; his tongue movements around my navel drive me crazy and have me panting too soon. Then he hops his indexes under the sweat-shorts I borrowed from Monica, slip them down my legs and toss them away. I blush deeply when I feel his eyes observing my inner thighs.
"how are the scratches?" he asks, carefully passing his fingertips over the scratches on my right leg.
"they sting sometimes, but they're okay" I say with an appreciative smile, which he sends back before bending over and planting light kisses on my scratched thigh. I hold my breath and close my eyes, enjoying a little too much the feeling of his lips against my ripped skin. He then moves to the other thigh and repeats his delicate kisses while I cannot stop smiling at his sweetness and consideration towards me.
Not able to contain myself I sit up and force him to lie down on the mattress and now it's me who gets rid of his sweat-shorts. I straddle him, our underwear being the only barrier between us.
"that was quick" he says with a grin. I stick out my tongue.
"shut up, will ya?" I request as I place my hands next to his face and bend down, making him believe I'm about to kiss him so he closes his eyes; however, I stop mere millimetres from his mouth with the only intention to tease him. I wait till he opens his eyes again and sends me a hateful stare that makes me chuckle.
"sorry" I whisper. I finally give up and get closer to give him a small peck, but he decides to take the chance to catch my bottom lip between his teeth and bite it without compassion.
"hey!"
"sorry" he says with a shrug, trying to imitate me. I give him an evil stare.
"you asked for it" I warn him right before I shamelessly begin to roll my hips against is crotch, surprising him in the way. I smile proudly when his lips part and an involuntary loud moan exits his mouth. His body writhes a little and I feel how his excitement begins to be rather noticeable between my legs. I bite my bottom lip, trying to keep quiet and hide the waves of pleasure that are running through my body due to the friction of our bodies. But pretending this doesn't arouse me begins to become impossible so I silently thank him when he firmly grabs my hips and make me stop.
"stop that please" he says in a gasp. I grin and observe his chest rising and falling frantically.
"you didn't like it?" I ask innocently.
"maybe a little too much" I chuckle and bend over him to give him a well deserved kiss. He invades my mouth as his hands climb under my T-shirt and slowly stroke my sides; the lack of bra makes it easy for his fingers to teasingly brush my breasts in the process. My heart rate starts to get out of control and breathing doesn't seem an easy task anymore.
"take this off" he mumbles without breaking the kiss. I blush at his command; nonetheless I sit up and quickly pull the T-shirt over my head before his attentive look. My blood colors my cheeks a deep red, evidence of the shyness that being almost completely naked before him makes me feel. "You look gorgeous"
"no time for that" I say before kissing him hard, deeply, while he massages my breasts with unbelievable talent.
Once again, he turns us around and I'm now the one below. I wrap my legs around his hips while his hands grab my thighs and pushes his body into mine, making me gasp of pleasure. His mouth kisses my cleavage and breasts with fervour and I need close my eyes to try to keep myself from losing it already, but at point my head has begun to think incoherently, and the anticipation starts to become unbearable.
"wait" I manage to say.
"what"
"do you have protection?" I murmur, out of breath. He suddenly freezes, and I immediately identify that as bad news.
"…no" he says in a sigh. "damn it!" He exclaims, rolling off me and groaning in frustration.
"oh..." impossible to hide the huge disappointment I feel this very moment. This cannot end here! I'm overly aroused and leaving this now would upset me badly. I lift my body and support my weigh on my elbows as I try to think of a solution. "you sure you don't have any?"
"no…I didn't think I would need them to be honest"
"…so what now?" I ask with dread.
"I don't know" he says in a cheerless sigh. "I could go buy some…if there is any pharmacy open at this hour"
"I doubt so…" my luck.
"then I guess we'll...have to postpone it" he says with unconcealed misery. I plop down next to him and sigh in despair. Why did this have to happen!
My breathing and heart rate soon slow down; nonetheless, my entire body is still oversensitive and with no intention of relaxing anytime soon.
I twist my neck to look at him and find his eyes gazing at me with resignation. I send him a small smile before leaning to kiss him. As our lips play with innocence, my mind only comes up with crazy ideas that could get me into serious trouble.
"what if…we did it anyway" I surprise him and myself saying.
"y-you mean…without protection?" he asks, somewhat taken aback. I nod my head. "wouldn't that be…risky?" my head yells YES, my body a big NO; and when I feel his hand begin to stroke my stomach, the rational voice in my head dies away. I close my eyes and allow myself to enjoy his touch for a few seconds.
"I don't know" I murmur. "I guess there is a small chance that…something may happen, but- I don't think it will" I say with confidence. What are the chances of getting pregnant in your first time anyway? Very low…right? However, deep down I know I'm only playing it down to convince myself that what I want is the right thing. "what do you think?" I ask him, hoping he will support my idea. I see him shrug his shoulders.
"I guess you're right…but it's up to you" he says looking into my eyes while running his fingers through my hair. I give him a sweet smile, my mind already made up.
"then…let's finish what it's already started" I whisper before I kiss him with all the desire I've been holding during our brief -and inopportune- conversation.
Soon enough, there is not space for "risk" in my head, since all I can focus on is his half naked body stirring upon mine and his mouth sucking and nibbling every piece of my skin it manages to reach. Chills run up and down my spine as he moves his pelvis into me, with more haste each second. I suddenly become a bundle of nerves, being aware that "the moment" is rather closer.
"hey, you okay?" he asks with concern as he stops his arousing movements.
"y-yeah…why?" I try to seem calm.
"you're shivering" he rests his hand on my forehead and caress it tenderly. His charm and concern about me make me wonder why I am indeed nervous about this. "Rach, if you are not completely sure then we should-"
"no, it's not that" I interrupt him.
"what is it then?" he asks frowning. I take a deep breath.
"well…I-ve sort of…never done this before"
"you mean…you're a virgin?" he asks surprisingly calm.
"yes…I thought you'd be more surprised" and freaking out.
"why?" he says shrugging.
"well…you know, because people have always labelled me as a 'slut'" I say with bitterness.
"I never believed those rumours and to be honest…it's kind of relief for me" he says in a cute chuckle. I raise my eyebrow in an inquiring way. "you know, you're the first girl ever interested in this geek over here, and my only source of experience in this has been my own imagination so far so…" I giggle at his comment. But more than anything I admire his capacity to joke about himself. "and I'm especially concerned about not reaching your expectations" he shyly admits, and I have to smile at his cuteness.
"well mister, you have exceeded my expectations so far, I'm pretty sure you're not gonna let me down" I sensually say as I grab his face and kiss him softly. He lets out a chuckle.
"I guess you make me good at it" he murmurs as he lies upon me again and buries his face in my neck and nibbles on it while I enjoy his fit body with my hands. My stomach fills with nervous and anticipation at same amounts. I hold the edge of his boxers and push them down a little to let him know I want them off right now. Taking my hint, he lifts his body a little and gets rid of them. As if I still were a little girl, I take a quick glace with shyness. mmh, not bad at all.
Before I have enough time to register the moment, he gets rid of my underwear as well and returns to lying on top of me, sweeping away every minimum space between us. The sensation of our naked skins touching overwhelms me.
"if I hurt you, just stop me okay?" he softly whispers in my ear. I nod, full of nervous, but then he plants the sweetest kiss on my cheek and all feeling of dread evaporates. I slowly open my legs wide and let him position himself in the middle. My heart starts racing. This is finally happening. I close my eyes as I feel him slowly and carefully guide himself inside me. I squeeze my eyes to bear the sharp pain that runs through my body and momentarily makes me tremble.
"you okay?" he asks clearly worried.
"y-yes, don't worry" I smile, to calm him down. However, he looks at me unsure. "I'm fine sweetie, just keep it slow for a while okay?" I whisper and kiss his shoulder with tenderness. He slowly enters me completely, another sharp pain shakes my body and my eyes water but I turn my head to one side so he cannot see it and feel bad. He kindly waits for me to adjunct to this new sensation. I feel him kiss my shoulder, my neck, my cheek and then finally my lips before he finally beings to move in a slow pace. The pain is still there, yet the least I want is for him to stop. I stroke his shoulders and back until my hands land on the small of his back and follow his slow movements with them. The pain begins to fade away, leaving the space for small waves of pleasure that makes my body writhe under him. I close my eyes to enjoy his movements, his sweet kisses, his irregular breathing brushing my neck. I quietly moan as I feel my body craving for more of him and my hips automatically begin to rock into I move my hands to his buttocks and push him into me, a quick movement that makes him moan loudly.
"oh god" I gasp. I feel him smile against my neck as he picks up the pace. "don't stop now please" I beg as I squeeze my eyes and try to control the pleasant sensations that come with each of his thrusts.
"I won't" he murmurs back. My hips begin to roll into him more quickly, meeting his thrusts with eagerness. Suddenly everything becomes a blur; the heat increases and my heart has never beaten faster against my chest. Every single fraction of my body writhes with a pleasure that I know I won't be able to hold for longer. I slide my hands over the moist skin of his back and urge him to pick up the pace even more, which he immediately does. His moans mix with mine, and I feel him tense up between my legs. Time stops still for a moment, until our bodies shudder heavily at the same time as he finishes inside me.
His weigh falls on me and we both let out a deep sigh. I feel his hand caress my hip as he slips away from my body and lays next to me while we both regain our normal state. He brings me closer and kisses my forehead with melting sweetness. I snuggle into him and close my eyes to enjoy this unforgettable moment to the fullest. Neither of us says anything for a while, because somehow we both know the feeling is the same.
I feel my blood still throbbing through my veins and the muscles of my lower belly contracting. I touch my stomach, where I still can feel his lips, and a big smile arises in my face. Who would have guessed Ross was so good at this?
"It was good, wasn't it?" he timidly asks. I look up at him; he's beaming happiness, a feeling I share and that I hope the huge smile on my face reflects.
"it was…unbelievable" I murmur as I press my lips against his. "I love you Ross" I say before even stopping to think the consequences that such confession may bring. His face lights up even more and he embraces me tighter as he kisses my left temple.
"I love you too" he whispers and I feel I could die of happiness. A little too soon maybe? Who cares? We're not especially good at waiting anyway…
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I walk on air and see imaginary rainbows and flying ponies all around me on my way back home. Don't judge me, I'm happy!
We didn't sleep a wink the rest of the night –and morning-, not wanting to miss a second of enjoying each other's company; and we made love a second -and more pleasurable- time.
It's incredible how my life has change in the past 48 hours, and I couldn't be more grateful that it did. I'll even have to thank Chip for treating me like shit that night, otherwise I may have not ended up at Ross' porch and none of this would have ever happen. The effect a simple decision can have over your life!
"hello darling" my mom says the moment I cross the main door.
"hi mom" I greet her with a kiss on the cheek, which is very rare and she notices it.
"Somebody is happy around here; did you have fun last night at the pajama party?"
"yes I did, best night I've ever had"
"I'm glad you had fun" so am I, and thrilled! and overjoyed! and in love! and exhausted...I need my bed. "are you hungry honey? We already ate but there are some leftovers in the kitchen" she asks looking at her watch.
"maybe later, I'm gonna take a nap now, I'm kind of sleepy"
"okay, honey"
I head to my bedroom and close the door behind me. I immediately get undressed and take out the 'Frankie say relax' t-shirt from my bag and look at it as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. "I'm sorry Mon, but this belongs to me now" I say out loud as I put it on and get in my bed. I close my eyes, my lips still stretched in a heartfelt smile, and I imagine he's laying next to me, his arms wrapped around me and guarding my sleep.
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That was it, hope you guys have liked it and remember, reviews are more than welcomed :) they encourage me to keep on writing.