Day 12:Making out
Water dripped from her hair and her clothes, pooling at her feet. She was certain that her school books were ruined, and she thanked herself for not having brought her textbooks along with her, or else that would have cost her a fortune to replace them. She watched the glowing red numbers as the elevator ascended each floor.
"Sorry," the boy next to her coughed, biting his lip with impatience. He took a deep and shaky breath as he tapped his foot on the floor, the squishy sound filling the elevator as he too was soaking to the bone.
"It is not a problem." She too was a bit impatient, tapping her fingers against her upper arm as she eagerly watched the numbers. Her cheeks were dusted pink and she felt dizzy.
Truth be told, they had run home from school in the pouring rain because they had missed the bus and Arturia was a stubborn girl. Halfway, though, they had stopped under a tree to catch their breaths and it so happened that she kissed him, passionately. She said that the rain drove her to such an extreme, and so…they were now waiting in the elevator to get to Diarmuid's apartment.
A high-pitched sound rang in their ears and they both let out a breath they had not known they were holding. The long-awaited moment arrived; the doors slid open as they reached their respective floor. Diarmuid was the first out, followed by Arturia. In little to no time, they reached the Apartment's door and Diarmuid's hand rested on the door knob as he went to turn it; but it stopped half way.
He grunted and dug into his pocket, fishing out the key and he quickly opened the door, not wishing to wait another single second.
There was a silence once he closed the door and they removed their soggy shoes and she set her wet bag on the floor next to a table that was near the entrance. She saw him turn towards her from the corner of her eyes and she looked back at him. Upon the silent exchange, he stepped towards her and she wrapped her cold hand around his uniform's tie, pulling him down to her lips.
She pulled away. "Your father's not home, right?"
He licked his lips, honey eyes clouded with lust. "He doesn't get home for another three hours."
"And your siblings?"
"Don't worry about them," he growled.
Arturia pulled him back into a kiss, not once minding he was wet, in fact, she liked feeling his wet hair between her fingers. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders as he lifted her from the floor by her thighs, pushing her against the wall to support her properly. She took a breathy moan as his lips left hers, tightening her grip on his hair.
He kissed the corner of her lips gently, as if to ease her and soon his kisses travelled down across her jawline and down to her neck. He undid the ribbon on her collar with his teeth as his hands kept her in the air. Finally, she untangled her hand from his hair and unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt, allowing him access to her neck, which he thanked her for with a kiss on the cheek.
Diarmuid showered her neck with light kisses, still unsure if he was allowed to use more passion, even as the blood in his body boiled and told him to do so.
She whispered, as sultrily as she could. "You don't need to hold back, Dia." She pulled on his hair.
Gulping in slight embarrassment but pleased that she had said his name in such a tone, he suckled on the skin just under her jaw. Upon earning a groan of approval, he gained more confidence and decided to proceed down her neck to her collarbone.
She slid her hands down his neck and unfastened his neck tie, fingers quickly working on the buttons of his dress shirt. Diarmuid returned to kissing her, her hands now snaking beneath his shirt and allowing herself to indulge in the soft skin of his chest, biting his bottom lip in the process.
He opened his mouth, granting her entrance. He was the one to moan this time around when she pushed both the school's blazer and shirt over his shoulders. Her hands slid from his shoulders down to his abdomen, where her rough fingers traced the ridges of his abs.
Diarmuid had to help her back down to her feet, giving her one last kiss before pulling away and letting his clothes fall to the floor, pulling the tie over his head.
Arturia stood in admiration, watching as his muscles stretched with every move. "I…" she looked up at him. "I could help you with those."
She saw as the blood rushed to his face, his cheeks lighting bright red. Slowly, she stepped towards him, swinging her hips as she steadily started to unbutton her shirt. She walked past him, towards his bedroom and he obviously followed. Once they made it to his room, he landed his hands on her hips and bent down to kiss the nape of her neck.
She hummed in satisfaction and he turned her around in his arms. He looked down at her face as she leisurely snaked her arms around his neck.
Kissing her forehead, he mumbled, "Just tell me when to stop."
She hummed again, and he kissed her, gently moving her towards the bed. He sat her down, not braking his lips from her for anything other than breathing. He admired the feeling of her cool shirt against his bare chest. Diarmuid's hand landed on her thigh and her breath hitched. His electric fingers skated over her fair skin until they reached her thigh sock.
Arturia shivered but she gave him an encouraging kiss.
As much as he liked seeing her in thigh highs or knee socks, they needed to go; he wished to feel her soft skin under his touch. After that was done, they both laid down on the bed. He supported himself with one hand as he hovered over her. His kisses became more passionate and sloppy. He drifted from her mouth and went back down to her neck, leaving wet kisses on her collarbone and shoulder. She was trying her best not to make a single noise, but she couldn't hold back.
A moan escaped her lips as he bit hew shoulder. Her cheeks were set ablaze and she was feeling dizzy and all not there. "Stop," she moaned after he bit her neck and feeling his hand on the bare skin of her waist.
Diarmuid didn't want to pull away for a second but he nodded, giving her a final kiss where he bit her and pulling away from her, dropping his hand from her waist and pushing himself off her. He licked his lips; his pupils dilated and darkened with lust. "I'm sorry," he murmured, closing his eyes shut.
She kissed his cheek as she sat up and he plopped down on the bed next to her.
"You should take a shower," he smiled softly at her, "I don't want you getting sick."
She laughed, buttoning up her shirt. "You're right," she whispered and then kissed his collarbone gently before pushing off the bed.
...well...that seemed a little more than just a makeout sesh...sorry 'bout that.
This was actually something I wrote like in Jan of 2015 but never published x.x Just fixed it up and added a bit more...
Do I rate this M? Is this considered M? Idk really, please tell me!
Sincerely,
Miss Atomic Bomb
