Kissing and Making Up
***Alright, I'm a little nervous about this chapter, but we'll see how it goes. If it sucks, sorry, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I'm not the best at love scenes, but I think it's necessary for the story. So I'm going to attempt another one. This isn't really R rated by any means, but it's more then Rocking in The Tree House. It'll be a little more detailed......so if you have any problems with that don't read this chapter. R/R please!***
Chris and I walked slowly to the tree house, enjoying the summer night. It wasn't too cold, or too hot. The stars were practically breath taking. There were so many of them, it was almost unreal. It was simply perfect.
And as we were walking, with Chris holding my hand, I felt like it was gonna all come crashing down on me, one way or another. The perfection wouldn't last, it never did. I tried not to think about that though, and concentrate on what was happening right now.
We got to the tree house, and climbed up with out speaking. Chris sat down on the blankets, leaning against the pillows. I took a moment to study him, memorize the expression on his face, the gleam of his eyes, every curve of his face. I never wanted to forget it. It would be permanently etched in my mind.
He smiled at me, "What are you staring at," he asked?
I blushed, and said "Nothing. I just want to make sure I never forget this moment." I laughed. "God that sounds so corny."
"Nah. It's sweet," he laughed. "With maybe just a touch of corniness," he added. "Come sit with me. I won't bite.....much," he said, with that trademark smirk.
I laughed, and sat down and leaned against him. His hands wandered over my hips, up my side, up my arms, and my shoulders. He began massaging my shoulders and the base of my neck. I leaned against him even more, "That feels good," I sighed.
"I'm an excellent back massager. Among other things," he said, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could imagine the smirk that was plastered there.
I placed my hand over his, making him stop. I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed his finger gently. He entwined his fingers with mine and wrapped his arms around me.
I could feel his heart beating in his chest, and it made me shiver. I wonder if he could tell mine was beating just as fast. I think he could.
"Are you nervous," he whispered softly in my ear.
"A little," I admitted. "Are you?"
"That would be a definite yes," he whispered back, sounding nervous.
I turned around to face him, and put my hand on his chest, right over his heart.
"My heart's beating just as fast," I whispered.
"I doubt it," he said skeptically, blushing just a little.
"It is," I insisted. "Give me your hand."
He placed his hand in mine, and I pressed it against my chest. His hand was dangerously close to my breast. It just made my heart beat faster.
"See. I told you," I whispered.
He nodded slightly and put his other hand on my cheek, and looked me in the eyes.
"I've never met anyone like you before," he whispered. "When I'm with you, it's like we're the only two people in the world. I just want to hold in you my arms forever. And when I'm not with you, I think about you constantly, and I wish I was with you," he looked away, and blushed. "I know we haven't known each other for that long, but it feels like I've known you for ever."
"I know what you mean," I whispered.
"I mean, it's taking all my self control to not......,"he trailed off.
I blushed furiously, and gently touched his trembling lips.
"It's okay Chris. I want to be with you. I know we're young and everything, but I've never really felt this was about anyone either."
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he said rubbing my cheek gently.
"I know," I told him. "But we'll get to that when the time comes," I smiled.
He looked me in the eyes again, and the urge to kiss him (along with few other things) was getting harder and harder to resist. Why was I torturing myself? We're going out, I can kiss him if I want I thought. But it didn't feel like we were going out. It felt like I had never kissed him, and this was the first time.
"I'm gonna kiss you," he whispered. He leaned in slowly, and I think he was waiting for me to protest, but of course I didn't. (AN: Would you try to stop River Phoenix from kissing you?.....no didn't think so, lol)
It seemed like forever before our lips finally met. And I swear I saw fireworks. I know it's so cliché, but I can't think of any other way to describe it. It was by far the best kiss I had ever gotten.
His tongue flicked against my mouth and I parted my lips. I massaged his tongue with mine, as we explored each other's mouths. The kiss went from sweet and gentle, to frenzied and passionate.
His hands were roaming all over my body, and mine were clutching the base of his neck. As we continued to kiss, I adjusted my legs so they were wrapped around his waist.
He trailed kisses along my neck, and when he reached a particularly sensitive area, I couldn't help but dig my nails into his neck slightly. This elicited a low groan from him. He moved his hands from their current position, to my waist, and gently lifted me off him, and placed me on the blankets.
He leaned over me and kissed my collarbone, my neck, and finally my lips. My hands found the end of his shirt and forced him to sit up so I could remove his shirt.
I couldn't help but stare at his well defined chest, and he blushed slightly. He leaned back over me and continued to kiss me.
"Do you want to stop," he asked hoarsely? I knew we probably should, but I didn't want to.
I shook my head no, ignoring the voice of reason inside my head.
He continued kissing me, as he pulled my shirt up slightly, and ran his fingers over the exposed skin. He continued to push my shirt up, and I didn't stop him. I was lost in his kisses, and touches.
I finally pulled my shirt off. He trailed kisses down neck, my shoulders, collarbone, and I knew we should stop before it was to late. We were reaching the point of no return, and I didn't want to cross that boundary. Not yet anyway. He continued to kiss my neck. "Chris," I murmured. "We should stop." It took all my strength and self control to utter those words. He immediately pulled away, and kissed my lips gently.
"Okay," he said simply. I could tell he was disappointed.
"Are you mad," I asked gently touching his cheek?
"No, of course not," he said sweetly.
"It's just that I don't want to lead you on, and not.....follow through," I explained blushing.
"It's okay. Your not leading me on. We can wait. We haven't known each other that long, and frankly I don't think either of us is ready."
"Thanks Chris," I said, extremely happy that he was being understanding. He laid down and motioned for me to lay down next to him. I moved closer and laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, it was slowing down.
"Besides, we have all the time in the world. There's no need to rush into things. We can take things as slow or as fast as you want," he whispered.
But we didn't have all the time in the world. We had until the end of the summer. I was going to have to tell him eventually, but now wasn't a good time. It never seemed to be a good time.
So instead I kissed him gently on the lips. "Put your arms around me Chris," I whispered into his ear. He easily complied.
"I like the way you feel in my arms," he whispered, entwining his fingers with mine, and rubbing my thumb, like he did the last time.
"Me too," I murmured just before I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
***Wow, that took me so long to write. Please leave nice reviews. I hope everyone liked this chapter. I thought it was cute. Any suggestions for future chapters are welcome....thanks everyone!***
***Alright, I'm a little nervous about this chapter, but we'll see how it goes. If it sucks, sorry, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I'm not the best at love scenes, but I think it's necessary for the story. So I'm going to attempt another one. This isn't really R rated by any means, but it's more then Rocking in The Tree House. It'll be a little more detailed......so if you have any problems with that don't read this chapter. R/R please!***
Chris and I walked slowly to the tree house, enjoying the summer night. It wasn't too cold, or too hot. The stars were practically breath taking. There were so many of them, it was almost unreal. It was simply perfect.
And as we were walking, with Chris holding my hand, I felt like it was gonna all come crashing down on me, one way or another. The perfection wouldn't last, it never did. I tried not to think about that though, and concentrate on what was happening right now.
We got to the tree house, and climbed up with out speaking. Chris sat down on the blankets, leaning against the pillows. I took a moment to study him, memorize the expression on his face, the gleam of his eyes, every curve of his face. I never wanted to forget it. It would be permanently etched in my mind.
He smiled at me, "What are you staring at," he asked?
I blushed, and said "Nothing. I just want to make sure I never forget this moment." I laughed. "God that sounds so corny."
"Nah. It's sweet," he laughed. "With maybe just a touch of corniness," he added. "Come sit with me. I won't bite.....much," he said, with that trademark smirk.
I laughed, and sat down and leaned against him. His hands wandered over my hips, up my side, up my arms, and my shoulders. He began massaging my shoulders and the base of my neck. I leaned against him even more, "That feels good," I sighed.
"I'm an excellent back massager. Among other things," he said, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could imagine the smirk that was plastered there.
I placed my hand over his, making him stop. I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed his finger gently. He entwined his fingers with mine and wrapped his arms around me.
I could feel his heart beating in his chest, and it made me shiver. I wonder if he could tell mine was beating just as fast. I think he could.
"Are you nervous," he whispered softly in my ear.
"A little," I admitted. "Are you?"
"That would be a definite yes," he whispered back, sounding nervous.
I turned around to face him, and put my hand on his chest, right over his heart.
"My heart's beating just as fast," I whispered.
"I doubt it," he said skeptically, blushing just a little.
"It is," I insisted. "Give me your hand."
He placed his hand in mine, and I pressed it against my chest. His hand was dangerously close to my breast. It just made my heart beat faster.
"See. I told you," I whispered.
He nodded slightly and put his other hand on my cheek, and looked me in the eyes.
"I've never met anyone like you before," he whispered. "When I'm with you, it's like we're the only two people in the world. I just want to hold in you my arms forever. And when I'm not with you, I think about you constantly, and I wish I was with you," he looked away, and blushed. "I know we haven't known each other for that long, but it feels like I've known you for ever."
"I know what you mean," I whispered.
"I mean, it's taking all my self control to not......,"he trailed off.
I blushed furiously, and gently touched his trembling lips.
"It's okay Chris. I want to be with you. I know we're young and everything, but I've never really felt this was about anyone either."
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he said rubbing my cheek gently.
"I know," I told him. "But we'll get to that when the time comes," I smiled.
He looked me in the eyes again, and the urge to kiss him (along with few other things) was getting harder and harder to resist. Why was I torturing myself? We're going out, I can kiss him if I want I thought. But it didn't feel like we were going out. It felt like I had never kissed him, and this was the first time.
"I'm gonna kiss you," he whispered. He leaned in slowly, and I think he was waiting for me to protest, but of course I didn't. (AN: Would you try to stop River Phoenix from kissing you?.....no didn't think so, lol)
It seemed like forever before our lips finally met. And I swear I saw fireworks. I know it's so cliché, but I can't think of any other way to describe it. It was by far the best kiss I had ever gotten.
His tongue flicked against my mouth and I parted my lips. I massaged his tongue with mine, as we explored each other's mouths. The kiss went from sweet and gentle, to frenzied and passionate.
His hands were roaming all over my body, and mine were clutching the base of his neck. As we continued to kiss, I adjusted my legs so they were wrapped around his waist.
He trailed kisses along my neck, and when he reached a particularly sensitive area, I couldn't help but dig my nails into his neck slightly. This elicited a low groan from him. He moved his hands from their current position, to my waist, and gently lifted me off him, and placed me on the blankets.
He leaned over me and kissed my collarbone, my neck, and finally my lips. My hands found the end of his shirt and forced him to sit up so I could remove his shirt.
I couldn't help but stare at his well defined chest, and he blushed slightly. He leaned back over me and continued to kiss me.
"Do you want to stop," he asked hoarsely? I knew we probably should, but I didn't want to.
I shook my head no, ignoring the voice of reason inside my head.
He continued kissing me, as he pulled my shirt up slightly, and ran his fingers over the exposed skin. He continued to push my shirt up, and I didn't stop him. I was lost in his kisses, and touches.
I finally pulled my shirt off. He trailed kisses down neck, my shoulders, collarbone, and I knew we should stop before it was to late. We were reaching the point of no return, and I didn't want to cross that boundary. Not yet anyway. He continued to kiss my neck. "Chris," I murmured. "We should stop." It took all my strength and self control to utter those words. He immediately pulled away, and kissed my lips gently.
"Okay," he said simply. I could tell he was disappointed.
"Are you mad," I asked gently touching his cheek?
"No, of course not," he said sweetly.
"It's just that I don't want to lead you on, and not.....follow through," I explained blushing.
"It's okay. Your not leading me on. We can wait. We haven't known each other that long, and frankly I don't think either of us is ready."
"Thanks Chris," I said, extremely happy that he was being understanding. He laid down and motioned for me to lay down next to him. I moved closer and laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, it was slowing down.
"Besides, we have all the time in the world. There's no need to rush into things. We can take things as slow or as fast as you want," he whispered.
But we didn't have all the time in the world. We had until the end of the summer. I was going to have to tell him eventually, but now wasn't a good time. It never seemed to be a good time.
So instead I kissed him gently on the lips. "Put your arms around me Chris," I whispered into his ear. He easily complied.
"I like the way you feel in my arms," he whispered, entwining his fingers with mine, and rubbing my thumb, like he did the last time.
"Me too," I murmured just before I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
***Wow, that took me so long to write. Please leave nice reviews. I hope everyone liked this chapter. I thought it was cute. Any suggestions for future chapters are welcome....thanks everyone!***