Disclaimer- "SANTAA!!! I KNOW HIM! SANTA HERE?! I KNOW HIM! I KNOW HIM!"
A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry for the lack of updates on all my stories. You see, my computer's been down for a month…a month ago. Spyware is such a hassle, honestly. Anyways! I also have lots of homework! Not that I actually do it at home, but still. I've also been stumped on what to write next. Ideas just weren't coming to me. But anyways, I swear all of my fics will be finished. I'm not abandoning them. And possibly after three of them are finished, I might post my Inuyasha fic I've outlined (yay! I actually planned it out!), with a few one-shots here or there, including a Harry Potter one that's partially done at four pages at the moment, and is much better than my other HP fic. I also have finals next week, and I think I'm actually going to attempt to study this time. I don't want to fail Biology and Algebra. Which I'm both getting low C's in, sadly.
Chapter Fourteen- Fantasies
Crystal hummed as she sliced the apple on the countertop. She took a bite out of one of the crunchy and juicu pieces, relishing the taste. After finishing munching on the rest of them, she quickly washed her sticky hands and then reached back to tie her long curtain of thick blonde hair up into a knot at the top of her head.
Walking silently across her carpet in her bare feet, she made her way to the washroom, intent on having a nice soak in a hot bath. She drew back the curtain to the bathtub, making sure that it was outside of the tub so it wouldn't soak in the water. That was a quick way for shower curtains to get moldy, and she wasn't in the mood to clean them up.
Stopping the water until it was nearly filled to the brim, she stripped herself of her clothes and stepped in gingerly, the water still a little too hot for her skin but she quickly got used to it. She lowered herself in until she sat down with her back leaning against one side of the tub. She grabbed the bottle of bubble bath on one of the shelves where the shampoo and conditioner was and quickly poured a small amount in, and it seemed almost instantly that her tub was filled with white foam.
As she allowed herself to relax, her eyes began to droop. She began to daydream, feeling a warm, kind of rough hand rub up along her upper arm, to her shoulders and to the back of her neck, where it lingered. She cracked her eyes open a bit, seeing a hazy picture of a white-haired man with brilliant blue eyes kneeling beside the tub. She shivered as the touch sent chills of pleasure down her spine, and as if the hand knew what it was doing, it gently stroked up and down her neck, around her shoulders again, down her arm, up her arm stopping midway, then…
Crystal snapped her eyes open immediately as she inhaled a small amount of water. She pushed herself up so she surfaced the bubbly water, choking and coughing up the water. She put a hand on her chest in an attempt to ease the pain in her lungs, and after quite a few deep breaths, she was somewhat calm, although her heart still thumped madly. She scowled at a spot on the wall across from her.
"You see what you do to me, Pietro? I almost drowned myself," she muttered, but then sighed wistfully. She contemplated calling him later. She hadn't spoken to him in three weeks and whether she liked it or not, she missed him; the look he sent her, his soft white hair, his blue eyes, the affect his arrogant smirk had on her. His kisses. It was overwhelming.
She allowed herself perhaps another half hour to soak before turning on the drain and stepping out. Wrapping a rather short, thick fluffy purple towel around her and a towel-turban around her hair, she went to her sink to brush her teeth. Grabbing her toothbrush from its holder and opening her medicine cabinet to get the toothpaste, she bent down and began vigorously brushing her teeth. When she was down, she spit in the sink, rinsed her mouth, set her toothbrush and toothpaste back and reached up to close the medicine cabinet. She nearly died from fright from what she saw in the mirror. She turned abruptly.
Leaning against the open doorway to her bathroom was Pietro. He didn't seem to be trying to be arrogant or cocky at the moment, although even when he wasn't he still managed to look somewhat like it. His arms were crossed across his chest and a rather impassive look was on his face. He uncrossed his arms and took a step forward.
"Crystal…" he began but she interrupted.
"How the hell did you get in here?"
"Balcony was open," he said. "Crystal…" He took another step forward, and two more would have eliminated the space between them.
"What-what are you," she managed to force out but he took another step towards her and she faltered, an odd sort of heat filling her face.
"Crystal I've been thinking about you," he said in a low voice; he was leaning down towards her while he took another step forward. She tried to back away but only managed to hit the sink. She was now aware that she was only in a towel. Her face became hotter.
"I've missed you," he said it so quietly that she was sure she wouldn't have been able to hear him if his face hadn't been three inches from hers. She squeaked.
"It took a big blow to my pride by coming here," he said, his breath tickling her face, his lips millimeters from hers now. "I'm always the dumper, Crystal, not the dumpee."
"I-I've never dumped you," she stuttered, her face a deep crimson. Her eyes began to droop; his were already closed.
"Good," he whispered before closing the distance from his lips to hers. It was a chaste kiss at first, but he ran his tongue along her full lips, and instinctively, they parted for him to enter. It deepened before he pulled back, leaving Crystal feeling disappointed.
Then she felt a pair of lips on her jaw line, trailing down in light butterfly kisses down the stem of her neck and to the crook of her neck. He rested his lips there for a moment, breathing heavily as Crystal's heart was thumping madly in her chest. His hands rested at her waist and slowly pulled her closer towards him until her body was smashed against his. He embraced her as he continued to lightly kiss her neck, shoulder, and face.
"Crystal," he moaned, his eyes screwed shut. "Crystal I need this. I need you."
And Crystal wanted him too, but she was frightened like one of those little trembling dogs. And she trembled just as much too, but she swallowed and nodded slightly. Pietro planted a soft kiss where his face was buried in the crook of her neck.
Pietro scooped her up in his arms; his right arm hooked around the back of her knees while his left supported her back. He carried her towards the bedroom.
"Pietro," Crystal whispered hesitantly as he pushed the door open with his foot. "I've never done this before."
The smallest smile graced his features, and for once in her life, she saw his eyes brighten. "Crystal, do you trust me?" he asked softly as he walked her over to the bed. She nodded, gulping. "Then you have nothing to worry about."
Oh boy! Yes! Finally they do it! Not explicit, of course. This was just kissing. It's a really short chapter too. Sorry. But anyways, they finally do it. Little earlier than I expected it to be; I meant for this to happen in chapter 17. Happy, Zee?
I've also started planning the sequel. It's going to be a 'R' fic, and definitely not going to be as happy. But it'll have it's moments.
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