Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Don't sue me.
A/n: Yah, I know that this is small time smut, but hey, whatever. For those of you who care, I'm not giving up on Cats, I just have an uber case of Writer's block. So instead, I might be writing little ficlets like this to help me overcome it. Read, review, whatever. I like reading reviews. It boots my ego and makes me feel inspired to write.
Sophia's POV
Luke stood before me in nothing but a towel, which was hanging low around his hips. His body was still wet and glistening from the shower he had just taken. I knew he could feel my lust, like you feel humidity in the air on a hot summer's day, by the stare he was giving me.
Let me tell you something. It was hot in the room, and summer had absolutely nothing to do with it.
The look he gave me made my insides turn to jelly, my knees weak (thankfully I was sitting down), and I had the sudden urge to bare my neck to him in submission.
Now, you're probably thinking, Bare her neck in submission? What in the hell is that girl talking about? Let me tell you. Recently, I've been getting these… lets say instincts. Like the other day, Lisa Prescott budged in front of me in the line in the cafeteria. Usually, I would brush it off as a typical Hill Kid thing. But this time, I wanted to challenge her, make her pay. I wanted her to know that I was more dominant than she was! I wanted her to grovel at my feet in submission, pleading me to forgive her for her blatant disrespect of me! And this practically came out of nowhere. I had to stop myself before I realized what I was doing; reaching to go and whip her around to give her one hell of a good bitch slap to the face. It's kind of freaky to say the least.
But anyway, back to my present complication. I didn't even realize that he had sat down beside me, still in all his half-naked glory (not to my displeasure of course), until he reached across me to get the remote that I had set down beside me. His moist skin touched mine, and I felt my whole body was on fire. It was hard for me to breathe, but I think I let out a gasp.
And that bastard let the torture continue, letting his arm press against mine, slide across it as he slowly picked up the remote. I had to close my eyes after the first initial contact, which was probably a stupid idea. As soon as my eyes closed, I had the vision of us… Well, I'm not even going to go into that right now.
Anyways, after he had the remote, and his arm was, well, still touching mine, but not such a distraction anymore, he leaned in close, his lips hovering close to my ear.
"So, what do you wanna watch?" He asked huskily, in a low hushed tone. (Looking back, I have no idea why he whispered, since we were the only two in his house.)
I shuddered as tiny shivers of anticipation ran down my back, and he took it as a sign to get closer. I still had my eyes closed, mind you, but I could feel him, sense him. I knew the expression on his face was one of lust, want, need, and hunger. I knew that he was looking at me, trying to read my face, which was between anticipation, anxiety, ecstasy and want.
He brushed a strand of my hair away from my face, away from my neck, and he nuzzled me, softly, gently, and somehow extremely erotic. I sucked in a breath of much needed air and inhaled the scent of him.
He smelled of soap and shampoo, but that was only the first layer. Or at least, that what it seemed like. Underneath the soap, was the earthy smell of him, his scent. But, underneath that, was a scent of pure maleness. When I breathed that scent in, my eyes shot open and my instincts kicked in.
Have I mentioned I'm not that good at controlling them yet?
Next thing I know, I've got him pinned on the couch, looking a little bewildered, and very enticed. I can hardly control myself as I look down his body, noticing little beads of water clinging to his body. I look at him, and I know it goes beyond just lust, its all about the want and need. While still looking at him, I run my tongue up his stomach, licking away all the drops of water. This time it's his turn to hiss in a breath and close his eyes. I reach his chest and the licking is accompanied by nips and bites, making his breathing labored, and his hands come up to my hips. I can tell that he is very, very excited.
I suckle on one of his nipples, and he responds very encouragingly to this, so I do the other as well. By this time, we're both breathing pretty heavy, and his hands are roaming over my body, hot with desire. I tug at the towel, knowing that what I'm (barely) thinking is so not like me, but I can't help it, when his hands cover mine, making me stop.
I look at him, very confused, when he tilts his head, listening to something in the distance. I try and hear it too, and when I recognize what I'm hearing, I scramble off him.
He looks at me with eyes glazed over by carnality, and it's a promise. A promise that we will continue this at some point. A promise of passion. Then he gives me a grin full of wickedness and walks to go back upstairs, hopefully to put some clothes on.
Minutes later, Mrs. Cates walks in, calling for us to help her with the groceries.
