Spin The Bottle
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: This is the shortest chapter in the story,but theres a lot in it.
I was answered by his lips on mine.
My eyes widened, and I felt mybody go absolutely stiff. He used this oppurtunity to snake his arms around my waist, pulling me closer towards him. His eyes were closed. He looked like he was enjoying himself.
I pushed against his chest with all my might, heaving, shoving, trying to punch but no being able to. No, I told myself, this is all a dream. It's not real. You'll wake up soon . . .
But I didn't. It was real. I furthered my attempts to push him away by slapping weakly at hus chest. He pulled away. I thought I had won, he was going to stop,but instead, he whispered to me "Don't fight it, Cece."
He put his lips back to mine as I put my hands behind my back, trying to prise myself free of his hands that were interlocked there. In my attempts to free myself, I shoved my hips into his. The low groan that ecsaped his lips when I did that made me feel maseous.
I realised trying to move his hands wasn't getting me anywhere, and decided to try to cause him enough pain that he would release me.
I grabbed firmly onto his hair and tugged. Hard. He let out another low moan, and yet another wave of nausea washed through me. I could swear, I was going to be sick. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe if I vomited in his mouth, he'd get the message.
I pulled harder on his hair, and, to my horror, he lowered his hand down my back and rested it on my bare thigh, inches away from my butt. I squirmed away from the cold touch of his hand. He squeezed my thigh gently and I gasped.
He took advantage of the situation and slid his tongue into my mouth.
I removed my hands from his hair. I relaxed my rigid stance. I shut my eyes. I stopped fighting it. Just like he had told me to. I had planned to just stand there. Let him finish, then go get Gunther to kill him.
My plan backfired completely.
I laced my fingers through his hair and found myself pulling him deeper into the kiss. What was I doing? Why was I pulling myself as deep as humanely possible into the kiss? Why wasn't it close enough?
I ground my hips into his aggresively, and the tension and heat of the kiss accelerated, my tongue sliding against his.
The pace of the kiss died down a little. And then stopped completely. He kissed me softly once before pulling away to look at me.
Review. I don't think I'll be continuing the story because only one or two people are reading. I might make this the last chapter. So, the rest is left to your imaginations.
Ciao.
-Dollz.