"Can I kiss you?"
"Why in the world do you think you have to ask?" He chuckled.
"Didn't want to make you too nervous," Amy teased, tongue in cheek.
Jake wanted to make some objection about how he wasn't nervous, he was never nervous, nervousness had nothing to do with what all of this was about, but-
But Amy had already made her way over to where he was sitting on the floor and crawled into his lap and his whole mouth went dry. She's doing it on purpose, he was sure of it.
She had shut off the TV after the credits from the second best movie ever made started rolling, turned to him with that teasy little smirk, then stalked over to him on all fours. She didn't crawl into his lap. She stalked into his lap, and stole the witty reply right from his mouth just by the look in her eye. Oh yeah, she was definitely doing it on purpose. The hardly concealed flicker of amusement in her eyes as she watched his reaction was clue enough that she was messing with him- and she wasn't exactly trying to hide the fact with that mischievous and provocative smirk she was wearing.
Truth be told, he liked Amy messing with him. Truth be told, he loved Amy messing with him. Because if being messed with meant you had the most beautiful girl in the world sitting in your lap and teasing you both sexually and jokingly, then sign him right up.
After she had wrapped both arms around his neck, Jake tried to unite their lips, but she dodged his kiss. Pulled back just to look at him for a bit longer. Savor the moment, if you will.
Because while Bruce Willis saving lives and taking down bad guys in the sequel was enough to distract her incredibly sweet and downright adorable boyfriend, it wasn't enough to distract her. Like at all.
Even when she was brushing his hair when his head was in her lap and looking down at him being just the cutest thing in existence, eyes glued to the screen- of course Jake being the cutest thing in the world didn't distract her from how much she was dying to have sex with him. She had a very cute boyfriend- that was nothing new. Him being cute like he always was just distracted her even more.
Besides, he could wait a little longer to kiss her when she had waited so long to have this moment with him.
"Aw, come on," he whined. "You can't ask if you can kiss me and then just not kiss me."
She pretended to mull over his argument. "Pretty sure that's my prerogative, Jake."
"Pretty sure I don't know what that word means, so I'm gonna assume you agree with me and yes, Amy Santiago is a big ol' meanie head for keeping her lips to herself," he said, kissing her collarbone, his arm snaking around her back to pull her closer, his left hand settling on her hip.
Whether that actually won her over or she just got tired of waiting he'll never know, but he didn't care either, because Amy kissed him, and when Amy kissed him he couldn't have a care in the world. She had that effect on him.
Just her lips had that effect on him. Her hands, however... they were another matter. Because her hands decided to move with her lips, and as far as he was concerned, the world didn't even exist anymore. It only took like half a millisecond of tonguing at the seam of his lips before he eagerly parted for her, and she wasted even less time delving past and deepening their kiss. She shifted a bit (purposely, she has to admit) against his crotch, making him let out a sound that was just music to her ears.
Just because she's kissed him a million times by this point didn't change the fact that kissing him was always an experience. Jake's lips were warm and inviting (they always were) as they melded together, his tongue mingling and mixing with hers and it was so easy to lose herself in him.
But before long she stopped, not content with merely kissing his mouth. Not content with kissing just his mouth.
"You look so good like this," she smiled at his kissed red lips, just hanging open as he looked up at her with the cutest look of confusion on his very debauched face at her sudden departure.
"Do I?" His lips quirked up in a grin, threading his hands through her hair.
"Oh, definitely," Amy confirmed, then crashed her lips to his.
"God, I've been looking forward to this," Amy groaned as he ran his hand up her leg, hitching her up further so she could press against him harder.
"Yeah?" He asked, nipping her neck, and Amy automatically tilted her head to the side give him more room.
"Yeah. And don't you dare try to be a gentleman on my behalf. I don't usually masturbate every day, but I've had to this past week because waiting for tonight has been torture, Jake. Thinking about you. But the wait was definitely worth it since at least no one can walk in on us this time. And I get to do everything I've wanted to you," she murmured, and Jake swallowed loudly. As she shifted she could feel him hard in his jeans.
"Wanna move this to the bed?"
Jake just nodded.
AN: Because I am just so creative when it comes to chapter titles.
Based on my track record, and how long you guys had to wait for this update, chapter 12 will probably come out in about 2.5 years, give or take.
Kidding, kidding, I swear. I just haven't been in a writing place for awhile, hence the low rate of updates.
