The kiss was hard. Desperate. His hands shaking as they made their way under her shirt. His fingers were cold, clutching her waist as if they were afraid she would run away. His hair tickled her nose as he greedily pulled the breath from her lungs. She was on cloud nine. She didn't know why he cornered her into the kitchen, or why he was all of a sudden so lustful.
She wasn't complaining though.
She let herself fall into him, giving in to every demand, every want, every touch. He pushed her against the counter, leaning down to pick her up and place her on the counter. He wasn't letting her go anywhere. She happily wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands tangled in her hair. They were both breathless, but unwilling to let go of the other. All this built up anguish and love for him came pouring out. This was her hero. Her love.
Her god.
He felt so good against her, never in her wildest dreams did she think she would ever have him like this. Her fingers shakily fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and slowly slid it down his shoulders, ushering a lustful sigh from his lips. The passion in the air was so thick, neither of them could breathe.
"Spencer..."
She gasped, biting his lip.
This caused him to smirk into their passionate kiss, it sent sparks through her body. That cocky bastard. Hearing his name from her lips fueled him, he became more aggressive. He planted a hand on either side of her, pinning her into that spot and he leaned back to take her in. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with love and desperation, her gasping breath begging for more. She could see the evil in his eyes, the excitement.
"Tell me what you want..."
He smirked, his lips trailing down to her lips.
"I don't want you to hold back, I want you to have me, as yours and only yours"
She murmured.
She turned and caught his lips in another kiss, causing a low grunt from the gorgeous man. He pulled back and looked at her with cold calculating eyes.
"Is that what you want? You want to find out what type of man I am?"
He asked, gripping her thigh.
This gesture caused her to softly moan involuntarily, her whole body was set ablaze by his bold words.
"Y-yes..."
She whined desperately.
His smile was something she'd never seen before. The excitement, the lust, the... animalistic nature. She had never seen this side of him before, and she wanted more. She needed more.
"Cherish."
He said.
"Yes?"
"Cherish."
—-
She bolted out of her sleep to a hand grabbing her arm. She shot up out of bed to come face to face with Spencer. She was breathing hard, her heart racing, and she could feel her cheeks burning. It was a dream. A cruel, beautiful dream. She looked at Spencer in confusion, her mind running a million miles an hour.
"Cherish, are you alright?"
He asked.
"Y-yes. Are you alright? You scared the hell out of me!"
She exclaimed breathlessly.
"I never saw you dream before. You seemed like you were having a nightmare with all the moaning so I wanted to make sure you were okay"
He said, scanning her face for any clues.
If only he knew! Her cheeks flushed bright red as she looked at him in horror. It was such a good dream and he had no idea!
"I...I-I'm okay. Why were you watching me sleep?!"
She asked, desperate for a change in subject.
"I always do."
He said simply.
"You perv!" She giggled, "why on earth—"
"You're so beautiful Cherish. Especially when you sleep."
He murmured, never breaking eye contact with her.
She choked on her own breath. Did he really just say that?? Why was he so bold all of a sudden? She smiled, giddy just hearing him say it.
"Well, if you really thought that, why haven't you slept with me more often? You can see my beautiful face more"
She joked, reaching over to her windowsill and grabbing her water bottle.
"You mean it?"
He asked.
She looked over at him as she took a sip of water, observing the obvious excitement in his expression. He was being genuine. Her heart skipped a beat, he honestly wanted to sleep next to her more!
"Of course. That one night I slept in your bed was the most amazing sleep ever"
She gushed.
He smiled. She never knew why she always just said what was on her mind with him, even if it made her look like a fool. Maybe it was because he did it too? Or maybe she was so desperate for him to trust her she over shared everything just to keep his attention. As embarrassing as that was, she couldn't stop. He got up from his chair and stretched, causing the book in his lap to fall in the floor. She hadn't even noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt! Her cheeks flushed violently as he carefully pulled the covers back and slid into bed next to her. His chilly skin against hers was heavenly!
"So what were you dreaming about?"
He asked, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her.
"If I told you, you would run far away from me"
She giggled, laying her head on his perfect chest.
"If I tell you my dream, will you tell me yours?"
He asked, snaking his fingers through her hair.
"Actually, sure. You can't judge though"
She warned.
"Okay. I had a dream that you met my mom, and she liked you."
"That's beautiful, Spence."
"In the dream, she wanted a grandchild, and wanted you to give it to her."
"Oh wow, that's bold. I love your dream!"
"Now tell me yours, Reynolds."
"Uhm... my dream was the act that produces said grandchild... rather roughly"
She admitted, blushing deeply.
"Do you like rough sex?"
He murmured, sending her heart racing.
"...yes."
She whispered, avoiding eye contact.
He grabbed her face and made her look at him, sending thousands of not-so-innocent thoughts through her head. He smirked at her, knowing the effect he had on her. His thumb gently traced over her lips, his eyes never leaving hers.
"That's good to know."
Was all he said.
He let go of her face and relaxed in the bed smiling, knowing what he'd done. Her hero. Her god... teasing her.
How cruel.
"...do you like rough sex, Spence?"
She asked.
"I don't know, I've never had sex"
He said simply, staring out of her window at the sky.
Everything suddenly made sense. All his pent up aggression and greediness during their intimate time together, the lack of affection at any other time. She was in love with a virgin. How fitting. A god that's never been worshipped. She liked that, she was going to be the first at his alter, and she was going to make sure he never forgot it.
"Would you like to?"
She murmured.