A/N: hey everyone. i know i'm updating quickly but i'm making up for lost time when i wasn't able to update. also, i'm doing it because everyone wants me to update. look for the upcoming story SERIES OF SONGS. each chapter will be based on a song. if u want a song in it or have an idea for a song, let me know and i'll do my best to put it in the story.
Kaitlin sat in her room that night writing papers for her college applications. Papers were all over her bed and desk and floor as she tried organizing everything. She threw her pad of paper onto her bed, and ran her hands threw her hair as she sighed. She heard a noise from near her window. She looked and saw a hand waving at her. She got off her bed and walked over to her window. She opened it. Bradin climbed in.
"Hey baby," he said.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I missed you," he said as he played with her hair.
"Why didn't you just go through the front door?" she asked.
"Your parents would know that I'm here," he said, "I don't want them to know that."
"They're not home," she told him.
"Oh," he said.
"What are you up to?" she asked stepping away from him and folding her arms in front of her, "You're up to something. What is it?"
"I can't be alone with you?"
"Bradin, I really need to get these papers organized and sent out soon."
"I can help you," he said. He was desperate. He needed to stay with her. He would do anything.
"Promise me that you will let me finish this one thing and then we can do whatever you want when I'm done."
"Can we do the second part now?"
"I'm almost done with it. Please?" she begged pouting with her lip sticking out.
He smiled and kissed her. "How can I say no to that face?" he asked.
She walked over to her bed and sat down. She picked up the pad of paper and began to finish writing what she was working on before. Bradin sat behind her and watched her. Her bare shoulders caught his eye. He hated it when she wore a spaghetti stringed tang top. Her shoulders were always so tempting to kiss.
As she was writing, she felt lips touch her one shoulder and hands touch her arms. "Bradin," she said.
"Yes baby?" he asked as his lips made his way towards her neck.
"I can't concentrate when you do that," she said.
"Me sorry," he whispered.
She went back to writing and felt him kiss her ear. "Are you trying to get me to hate you?" she asked.
"No, don't hate me," he whined.
She turned and looked at him. "Let me finish this and then we can do that."
"Promise?"
"I promise." Bradin smiled and kissed her cheek. He lay behind her with his head propped up on his hand as he watched her work. He looked at her hand and at how fast she was writing. She looked so determined to get it done. He turned so that his face was in her pillow.
"Your pillow smells good," he said. He picked it up and held it near her face. "Smell," he said.
"I smell my pillow every night before I sleep. It smells like the same thing: a pillow."
He pouted and placed the pillow under his head as he had his arms wrapped around it. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent from the pillow.
Kaitlin finished writing what she needed and put everything away. She turned to Bradin and saw his eyes closed. She smiled and lay beside him. She kissed him and moved to go to the bathroom when she felt someone pull her back down. She smiled when she saw arms wrap around her waist and lips touch her shoulder.
"You promised," he said as he continued kissing her shoulder and making his way up to her neck.
"I know," she said.
"Then, why were you leaving me?"
"I was going to go to the bathroom?" she said.
"If you come right back here when you're done, I'll let you go."
"Will do," she said before getting up.
Bradin lied there waiting for her to come back when he got an idea. He got up, walked to the bathroom, and stood in front of the closed door. He heard water running and smiled. The door opened and she jumped when she saw him there.
"I told you that I'd be back right after I was done," she said.
"Can you blame me for missing you a lot?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I don't know," she said.
He picked her up, took her to her room, closed the door behind them, and laid her on the bed with him on top of her.
"When you wear tang tops like this," he began as he played with the strap of her tang top, "you don't know how crazy I get."
"Crazy?"
He began to grind his body into hers and kissed her. "Crazy," he said softly.
"Are you only doing this because you want sex?"
"No," he said, "I'm doing this because I want you again and again and again."
His lips made their way from her mouth, to her chin, and down to her neck. He ran his hands down to her waist and then up her tang top. He stopped kissing her neck and took her shirt off. He looked at her and smiled.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
"You do have one, don't you?" she asked.
"More than one in case something happens," he said.
She smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt.