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Ugh, I am sick. I hate it. So, I got inspired to do a sick one! Kate is sick! What will Christian do?
Warning: major steam! I want to see what your response is! If you don't like it, don't say mean things about it, please.
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Chapter 11: Sick Day
Kate's point of view:
I am lying down in my bed. With a box of tissues on my left and the first two seasons of my favorite show to my right. I groaned.
"Why does this have to happen to me?! Why of all days does this have to happen to me?!" I said out loud.
I was lying there with my laptop, typing up my paper, while writing my advice column. I write for the school newspaper. No one knows that I do that, not even Christian, and no one is going to find out.
Beep!
My phone went off, again. I have been getting text messages all day from my friends asking where I was, if I am okay, and why aren't I at school. You see, I never get to stay home, else I am dead, as my mother says. So, the fact that I wasn't at school and I didn't tell them in advance, they were pretty worried.
Emerson: Hey, Kate! Why aren't u at school?
Kate: I am sick.
Emerson: Wow, r u dead, or something?
Kate: No, I am just pretty sick.
Emerson: Oh, k. Christian was wondering where u were.
Kate: Oh course he was.
Emerson: He has been kinda on edge today.
Kate: He would be.
Emerson: Kate, that boy likes u.
Kate: Sure he does. (Rolling my eyes.)
Emerson: He does! U should have seen the way he freaked out this morning when he found out u weren't here!
Kate: He freaked out?
Emerson: Yes! He was pacing going "Where's Kate? Where's Kate?" We tried to see why he was doing that, but he just said everything was fine and the reason he was doing that was because u guys had to present a project today in World History.
Kate: We don't have a project to present...
Emerson: Uh oh.
Kate: Yeah, uh oh.
Emerson: Well, I have to go before my math teacher catches me texting! TTYL! GWS!
Kate: Ha! You're going to get caught someday! And what does GWS mean?
Emerson: Get Better Soon!
Kate: Oh, okay! Bye! Good luck not getting caught!
"Well, that's something to think about today." I said to myself.
"Ah!" I started to sneeze. "Great day." I said rolling my eyes. I started yawning. I was tired. I saved my draft of my column and put my laptop to sleep. I lied down and drifted off into sleep. I was having a dream about Christian and I on a cruise. It was beautiful and we were happy and we were together. It was wonderful. He was starting to kiss me when something woke me up.
Beep!
My phone went off, again. I wonder who texted me this time.
Christian: Hey ;)
Kate: Hey, thanks for waking me up.
Christian: Sorry, sweetheart.
Kate: What do you want?
Christian: Feisty! I was wondering why you weren't at school.
Kate: Really? I heard we were panicking this morning without me. Speaking of which, how did out project go?
Christian: First of all: Can I not be worried about my friend who is a girl? And second: What project?
Kate: You know the one in World History that you were telling everyone that we have together. Even though there's no project.
Christian: ...
Christian: Busted?
Kate: Oh yeah. But you can make it up to me.
Christian: Oh how can I ever make it up to you?
Kate: ... I actually don't know.
Christian: I know! I will be over there shortly! ;)
Kate: Wait! No! You don't have to!
Christian: Already on my way!
Great, he's already on his way to come over and take care of me or do what God knows what. Maybe if I just pretend to be asleep he will go away. No, he wouldn't. He probably wake me up just so we can hang out. Ah! I can't do anything because I am sick and because he is already on his way!
Knock, knock!
Scratch that, he is already here! I cursed under my breath.
"Kate? Your mother said you were up here. Aw, you poor baby." He said smirking at the last part.
"Ugh, I feel bad enough, Christian. What do you want?" I said groaning. He chuckled. He sat down right next to me and started stroking my hair.
"Hey, don't worry, I will take care of you." He said softly. He took his other hand and put it in mine and started using his thumb to stroke the palm of my hand.
"You shouldn't see me like this." I said looking away. I had my hair up in a messy ponytail. I had my glasses on. I have my low cut tight tank top on. Showing off my figure. He was having a hard time not looking down. And had some short sleeping shorts. Leaving my long toned legs revealed.
"Personally, I am having a hard time keeping my hands off you." He said chuckling and looking me up and down. I swatted his shoulder.
"Ow!" He said.
"Serves you right for checking out your friend." I said smirking.
"It's not like I have never done it before." He said huskily.
I rolled my eyes. "Wow, you're such a guy.
"Hey, it's not my fault for having an attractive friend who is wearing something that is making it that much harder for me than usual." He said putting his hands up.
"Well, you could always let go once an awhile." I said jokingly. He raised his eye brow.
"Did Miss Kate admit that she wouldn't mind doing something naughty with me?!" He looked shocked.
"Well, you are extremely attractive. But it looks like I have more restraint than you." I said pointing him in the chest.
"Oh really? You think that you can handle yourself with me in a compromising situation?"
"Oh yes I do."
"Fine, let us see if you can." He started kissing my neck rapidly, more like attacking it. He started sucking on my neck. Kissing from the corner of my mouth to my jaw, to my neck, to my collar bone, and going a little farther.
"Christian. You're going to get sick." I breathed and moaned at the same time. He smirked and just made him that much more bold and go that much faster and harder. He slipped the straps of my tank top off. Exposing more of my cleavage. He started sucking on my shoulder.
"Are you sure you can resist me?" He said breathing into my ear. Then he bit my earlobe. I gasped. The more I moaned. The faster and the bolder he got.
I needed to turn things on him. Currently, he was on top of me and his hand were on my waist, play with the helm of my tank top, which was slowly coming off. It was farer down now so that you could see my bra. I moved. I was now on top of him and dragging my lips across his neck.
"Kate." He moaned. He started feeling my thighs. I put my hands under his shirt and started feeling his abs. We both were moaning. Saying each others names.
We rolled off each other.
"Wow." We both breathed out at the same time.
"Told you, that you couldn't resist me." He said smirking.
"You're going to get sick." I said.
"I don't get sick. Thanks, this was fun. We should do this way more often." He said getting up and leaving.
"In you're dreams." I said rolling my eyes.
"Aren't they always." He smirked. I blushed.
"Well, this, you can't tell anyone. I only let you do this because I was sick." I huffed. He looked sad for a moment.
"You sure? You seemed like you really liked it. Especially the part when you felt my abs." He smirked. Then he came in really close. "My favorite part was when you forgot about your shirt." He breathed into my ear. I looked down. My tank top was on the ground. I blushed blood red.
"Ah ha! Got you!" He laughed. He came over and kissed the corner of my mouth and he squeezed my butt.
"Ah!" I jumped up. I got my shirt off the floor. Bending over. He let out a growl. I smirked up at him.
"You like that, don't you?" I said crossing my arms over my chest, busting up my chest. Making him drool.
"Ugh, I gotta go." He said groaning. I laughed.
Next week:
Christian lied in bed groaning. I came in to him looking horrible. I was over being sick.
"I told you would get sick." I smirked. He groaned and rolled over not facing me.
Well, what did you think? Sorry about the steam and how they were teasing each other. This again, isn't will be the timeline. I am sorry if you don't like it. I just had them tease each other again, but much different. I know that it is different. But, please don't hate me if you didn't like it. I won't do more of these steamy ones, else you say that want them. Again, please don't hate if you don't like it, just don't review. But, if you do, please review!
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~ Lost Girl