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Chapter Thirteen
Because I Love You
I basically threw Danny down onto the bed of cushions and attacked his lips. We didn't even need to wait to take it slow the first few couple of minutes and then go crazy; we just went right to it.
His tongue met mine and our lips moved against each other, letting go and meeting again instantaneously. My hands were in his hair, tugging through the soft onyx strands and doing a good job messing his already messy hair up. His own hands were at my waist and moving down all over my legs, then coming back to my waist and tugging at my t-shirt. He kept caressing the skin beneath the shirt, making it ride up, but he made no move to remove it.
I stopped kissing him to look down at him, his eyes half-closed and dazed and his mouth still pursed. His hands were still on the hem of my t-shirt. Trying to steady my breathing, I said, "Take it off."
"What?" That sure snapped him out of his daze, his eyes now alert and focused.
I looked back down at my t-shirt to show him what I meant, then turned back to him and repeated, "Take it off."
He hesitated for a few seconds, a half-frown on his face. "Are you sure?"
I nodded at him, smiling to show him that I was okay with it. When he made no move to take it off or say anything, I said, "What? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," he said. "I just… don't want you to think that you have to do something you don't want to do."
I almost started laughing, but I reduced it to a small unsure grin and said, "I'm not doing anything I don't want to do." At his uncertain look, I raised my eyebrows and added, "Are you?"
He blinked at me, the frown replaced by a shocked look. "Did you seriously just ask me that question?"
I grinned at his reply, and he smiled back before smacking his lips into mine and pushing forwards until he flipped me over and climbed on top of me. His skillful hands came up to my face and started playing with my hair, stroking my cheek and trailing light touches across my neck. I pushed him forward with my lips, until he was sitting on his knees. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up with him so that we were both on our knees in front of each other, tugging at each other's shirts.
Finally caving, I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up, letting go of his mouth to pull it over his head. With the t-shirt gone, he pulled me by my waist to put his lips back over mine. I encircled his neck with my arms, pulling his body closer to mine. I lightly played with his hair and felt the soft texture against my fingers.
His hands travelled to the bottom of my t-shirt and he started slowly tugging it upwards, lifting it to my torso to my arms and over my head. I felt rather than saw his eyes skim over my half-naked top as I struggled to remove the sleeves from my wrists from over his neck.
Instead of blushing and shying away like I always thought I would, I started grinning. Danny followed suit and grabbed my naked back and pulled me back to his mouth. His fingers on my spine traced the lace of my bra and every bump on my back.
His warm hands heated up every part of skin he touched, and since I was clad in nothing but my skirt and bra, that was a lot of skin. And kissing Danny like that, I realized, not only was very hot… it was fun. It was actually, honest-to-God so much fun I was afraid my lips would fall off from grinning so much – and from being kissed to death, but that wasn't the point. Whenever I'd imagine kissing Danny – or anyone, for that matter – I would always imagine that soft, small, gentle kiss that was over in a few seconds. I would always blush to myself at the thought of Danny's hands running all over me the way they were or a piece of clothing being discarded. But in reality… it was much better than I ever could've dared to imagine.
Danny's hands, which I realized were very soft and moved in just the right places, trailed up from my waist to my chest to my neck to my hair. His lips left mine and moved down to my chin, to the side of my face to the top of my neck, kissing and using his tongue to trace circles on my skin. Once he reached my shoulder blades, he used his tongue to run back up my neck to my chin until he reached my mouth and attacked me with his tongue.
I moved the opposite way, bringing my arms from around his neck to strum my hands on his chest, being gentle with the bandages. I trailed my hands and fingers over his stomach, running my fingers all over the abs I'd been dying to get a feel of for days. Once I reached the waistband of his shorts, I pulled, my lips still on his, as I fell gently on the floor, Danny following.
I couldn't register the cold of the snow or the smell of the books. Even though it was a few degrees below freezing outside and the heaters were off, I felt hot and warm all over, my skin tingling with both shivers and heat.
My God, I had no idea Danny was that good a kisser.
As if reading my mind, his lips left mine again and started trailing soft kisses down my neck. I closed my eyes and savored his touch as his arm trailed up to where mine was resting up, moving over my skin until his hand reached mine. Our fingered intertwined, and it was like sparks erupted.
His mouth moved to my stomach and started moving up from there, placing kisses going up from my stomach to the middle of my cleavage to my mouth again. I moved my hands to his cheeks to his hair as his ran all over my body, spreading a fire so hot I was afraid I might spontaneously combust and bring him and the school down with me.
And this time, there were no interruptions from annoying phone calls from my mom or Tucker, the stupid ghost alarm, or Skulker getting out of the thermos. It was just me and Danny and the cushions and the heat.
"I can never understand how someone can eat this much and still maintain that physique," I said.
Danny looked up from his plate of pizza, cheese and sauce all over his face and his mouth stuffed with food. I saw him blush slightly and try and grin at me between the pieces of food.
"You, my friend," I pointed my fork at him, maintaining a deadpan expression, "are absolutely disgusting."
He finally swallowed. I don't even know how he managed to swallow that big a bite of food. He'd stuffed almost the entire pizza slice into his mouth, while also having time to stuff some French fries in there and a sip of his Diet Coke as well. Boys, honestly.
"Thank you," his completely genuine expression of gratitude made me burst out laughing, almost spitting the lettuce in my mouth.
We were in the teacher's lounge, once again, because after we were, um, done with our business, Danny's first proclamation was, as per usual, "I'm hungry."
So we decided to scope out the lounge's refrigerator and try our luck in finding another good amount of food. Needless to say, we were successful, Danny scoping out the box of pizza – he heated it up by holding one of his rays as a small flame under the box, claiming that if the alarm went off it would be worth it because, hello, it's pizza. I, on the other hand, scored another salad, this one a bland old caeser, but a salad was a salad.
We were sitting opposite each other on the counter, and The Beatles were playing, and the lights were out, and the window was closed to let just the right amount of light in, so the room had sort of an ethereal feel to it.
"So," I pushed back my finished salad and wiped my mouth, scraping the chair backwards and getting up, walking over to the couch. "While you were doing your weird ghost thing with the pizza, I found this."
At the last word, I grabbed the bright grey Polaroid camera and brought it up to my face, making a show of showing it off.
Danny gaped through his food. He was in the middle of saying "No way" when I took advantages of his expression and snapped a quick picture, the paper flinging out of the small opening at the bottom with the picture developing.
"Hey!" forgetting the sauce around his mouth or the sauce and discarded pieces of cheese on his hands, he got up and raced over to me, snapping the photograph from the camera into his hands. "You don't just take a picture of someone looking like this, Sam."
I grimaced at the now smudged photograph. "And you don't just grab things with hands like these, Danny."
Once he realized he'd ruined the picture without even trying to, he grinned triumphantly. Rolling my eyes, I gave him a slight shove at his arm and ordered, "Go clean yourself up, Fenton, I'm not kissing you with sauce all over your face."
"That is a lie," he gave me a smug look as he made his way over to the sink and started washing up. "You can't keep your hands off me."
I made a show of looking offended and gaping. "That coming from you. You couldn't get my clothes off fast enough."
He turned to smirk at me. "That is where the professionalism lies."
I had no comeback for that, so I stuck with the mature thing: sticking out my tongue at him.
He chuckled at me, closing the faucet and using the towel beside the sink to wipe his hands and mouth. Actually, the way the light was hitting him from the window, right across his eyes and cheekbones made him look ridiculously handsome, so I quickly snapped a quick photo with the camera. The picture snapped out, and when I pulled it out, it looked really good. The high quality and speed of the Polaroid made me consider replacing my old Nikon with one of these.
It's been a while since my parents tried to bribe me with something anyway.
"Any good?" he asked, throwing the towel away and walking over to me.
"It looks great," I said. "But it's probably because of the lighting."
"Hm, funny," he made a small sarcastic face, making me laugh because it looked absolutely ridiculous on him. He took the camera from my hands and started turning it in his hands, admiring it. "It's amazing how the school can't afford a better lunch lady that can actually cook and afford something like a Polaroid camera."
I shrugged, moving closer. "Maybe it's not the school's. Maybe it belongs to a teacher and they forgot it here."
"Then they are going to be pissed once they realize a pair of teenagers were using it," he said, grinning at me. He came to my side and held the camera at arm's length, pushing the button. I only had time to put on a small smile before the flash hit my eyes.
Once the picture snapped out, he brought the camera back and took the photograph out of the slot. Once he saw it, he let out a small whistle. "We look terrible."
I snatched the photo from his hands to take a look. He was right; we did look awful. The camera brought out the small hairs sticking up on my scalp, and illuminated the worst shine on our cheeks. But overall, it was just me and Danny smiling at the camera, together.
I looked up at him with a smile. "I like it."
He raised his eyebrows at me. "You do?"
"Yeah," I said with a hint of thoughtfulness in my tone, feeling a speech coming on. "It just seems… real. I don't know, but while you see blemishes and horrible hair, I see you and me. And that's enough."
He blinked at me for a few beats. I thought I lost him a little back there since I wasn't making much sense, when the widest smile spread across his features and he let out a small laugh. "Like I said. Amazing."
I was momentarily confused, but then I remembered what he'd said to me when we were in the pool. I smiled at him as he took the few steps to get close to me, leaning in and kissing me. It was sweet and soft, just a gesture of affection, but it still made me feel tingly all over.
Once he let me go, I used his distraction to take the camera from his hands and smirk evilly. "Alright, Fenton. Show me what you got."
"Oh, you wanna see what I got?" he immediately started backing up, giving me a smug crooked grin and holding his arms out. "Imma show you what I got."
I started laughing, peering through the lens of the camera. He did a few ridiculous poses – like posing as the statue of liberty, sticking his fist in his mouth in an angry pose, giving me a pout, staring at me expressionlessly with his eyes widened – and I snapped every one of them, not even bothering to take out the photographs and letting them pile on the floor.
"Do I make a great model or what?" he deepened his voice so that it came out a little raspy and low. That did it for me, and I lowered the camera because I needed to clutch my stomach from how hard I was laughing.
"Your turn, Manson," he grinned, taking the camera out of my hands. I was too busy still laughing to tell him that he wasn't done yet.
He put the Polaroid in front of his face and looked through it, pointing it at me. I didn't have time to readjust my position or stop my hysterical laughter before he took the picture, the flash momentarily blinding me. The picture snapped out, the whiteness of the paper being filled out with the colors of the image.
Danny took it out before I had a chance to. I'd finally stopped laughing, but I was still trying to regain control over my breath. Echoing him from a few minutes ago, I asked, "Any good?"
His mouth spread into a small smile. "Beautiful."
I couldn't help the overwhelming rush of feelings that came then. Me and Danny's relationship over the past few years consisted of sneaky compliments and blushes while trying to maintain a friendship – at least on my part. Over the past few days the blushes and shyness were gone, replaced by a wild hurricane meeting with a wild tornado so that when they clashed, it was like the world came tumbling down around them. The amount of passion displayed between us these past few days was relentless and shocking, but somehow felt familiar like we had been feeling this way for our entire lives. It was weird and abrupt but… I liked it.
I smiled shyly and said, "You really think I'm beautiful?"
He looked up from the photograph to give me a baffled look. "I give you an entire freaking speech – in a pool while it was freezing, no less – and you still can't see how I feel about you?"
The laughter was gone replaced by this electric tension in the air. I took a deep breath to steady my heartbeat, and said, "Actually, I don't."
He gave me a questioning look and had this expression on his face that told me that he wanted to argue, when I quickly added, "I don't know how you feel about me because you never got the chance to tell me. And I never got the chance to tell you, either. I just know that when we kiss… it's like magic."
Even though he looked focused with me, he quipped, "Getting a little cliché there, are we?"
I sighed in exasperation. "See?"
"Sam," he sighed as well, about to start off with his own speech, when I cut him off.
"No, just wait," I said, feeling as if I've been bottling it off for all those years that I'd been feeling like this about him. No amount of kissing could make up for the words that I wanted to say and the words that I needed to hear. "I don't know anything, Danny. I don't know why you kiss me the way you do or why you say that I'm beautiful or why you look at me like that. I feel like our entire relationship is based off of physical attraction."
His expression turned into one of shock. "It isn't just physical attraction, Sam. You know that."
"Then why?" I knew I looked absolutely helpless and was starting to sound a little hysterical, but I couldn't help it. I needed to know whether the actual feelings came from both our ends, or just mine.
He folded his arms across his chest and shrugged. "Isn't it obvious?"
"No," I shook my head slightly. "I want you to say it."
But in the end, I knew. I knew what he was going to say.
"Because I love you."
A/N: THERE YA GO YOU AWESOME PEOPLE.
Yes. I am still hyped from the 300+ reviews. Deal with it.
OKAY. Dealing with the important stuff now. THANK YOU SO MUCH for everyone who sent me their ideas and cooperated. A lot of you basically said the same thing, and that thing was my original plan in the first place, so even though you didn't mean to, thank you for reassuring me of it. I'm going to end up using what I intentionally wanted to use and this story is ending my way. Thank you though. You rock 3
As for some questions that came up:
- Danny and Sam are 16 in this story. Hence my freedom in mentioning the condoms xD.
- NOOOO NO CALM DOWN GUYS. This story will not be pushed up to an M because this is NOT an M-rated story. I can describe heavy makeout scenes - as you just read - but I'm not into the full-on sex thing. I have never even put the word "moaning" anywhere in the mix, and if that doesn't say something, then I don't know what does.
- For those who wanted lemon - YOU NAUGHTY PEOPLE YOU ;) - and for those who didn't, I hope I came up with a safe alternative and pleased everyone.
And yeah... OH MY GOD. Your reviews on the last part of the previous chapter were HILARIOUS. I swear every single review I read left me either grinning or laughing like a maniac. Now THAT is why I knew I had to add that scene, even though it had no relation with the chapter.
Anyway, I'm done, I'm done. Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did! Review! x