Lainey wakes the next morning to find CB spent the night on her couch.
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"I need some love like I never needed love before
(Wanna make love to ya baby)
I had a little love, now I'm back for more
(Wanna make love to ya baby)
Set your spirit free, it's the only way to be."
~ Spice Girls, "2 Become 1" (1996)
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She wakes the next morning, feeling remarkably rested from the jarring events of the previous day. She sits up in her bed, shrugging off her comforter, and stretches before flinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She looks down and notices she's wearing her favorite Hello Kitty pajamas, but doesn't remember putting them on. She must've been really out of it when he brought her back to her apartment after school yesterday afternoon.
Yawning, she saunters down the hall, but soon stops as she enters the living room. He's sprawled out on her couch fast asleep in only his white undershirt and boxers. She smiles and takes several steps closer to him, the events of the previous day all coming back to her.
After her break-up with Barry, he'd driven her home, cooked her dinner, and tucked her into bed. She also remembers him lying down beside her until she fell asleep, the comforting warmth of his body next to hers. She thought he'd gone home afterward, but he stayed, stayed to make sure he was there in case she needed him. She beams, never more delighted to see him still there.
She kneels down beside the couch, watching him sleep. She notices the subtle rise and fall of his chest with every breath, the way his eyelashes flitter as he dreams. She hopes he's dreaming of her and all the possibilities that lie ahead of them now.
She reaches up and brushes the curls away from his forehead, leaning forward to press a kiss to this temple. As she does, his lips twist into a soft smile, and she feels his hand clasp over hers resting on the edge of the sofa.
"Good morning, Miss Lewis," he says sleepily, rolling on his side toward her, folding her hand under his cheek.
"Morning, Mr. Brown." She smiles, loving the way he speaks her name.
"How did you sleep?" He stretches out a hand and tucks loose strands of her hair behind her right ear.
"Great, actually, considering all that happened." She sighs. "You?"
"Never better." He sits up then, and she takes a seat beside him on the couch. "I forgot how comfortable this couch was. When I moved out, it was hard to fall asleep on an actual bed again."
She laughs and leans into him. He drapes an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.
"Thanks for yesterday," she says. "I don't think I could've made it through the rest of the day without you."
"Hakuna matata," his whispers in her ear, giving her a sweet peck on the cheek.
She grins, remembering how he'd encouraged her last fall when she was worried about William Penn's production of The Lion King.
He's always been there for me, she thinks to herself. It's time to repay the favor.
"Hey, CB, why don't I fix you breakfast?" she asks. "It's the least I could do."
"You don't need to repay me, Lewis." He takes a deep breath, glancing at the clock on the wall. "But… I could really use a shower and we have to be at work in an hour, so I might just take you up on it."
"A shower, it is then." She pats him on the leg. "Toast and eggs coming right up!"
They part ways for the time being, and she heads into the kitchen, gathering up a few slices of bread, butter, and eggs to make him breakfast.
She finishes up just as he emerges from the bathroom several minutes later. She places the plate of scrambled eggs and toast as well as a tall glass of orange juice on the counter. He soon enters the kitchen, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Her mouth suddenly runs dry when she sees him. She's never seen him without a shirt before, only glimpses of his chest here and there. A light trail of wet hair runs from top bottom, and she can't help but wonder how far it goes…
"Wow, this looks great, Lainey," he says, taking a seat at the counter. "I had my doubts, but it actually looks edible."
"Shut up, dummy." She rolls her eyes, nibbling her bottom lip.
He winks at her, beginning to fork the eggs into his mouth. She notices his usual fluffy hair is now raked back from his face, making him look even more handsome if that's even possible. She finds herself unable to stop staring at him.
As she watches him enjoy his breakfast, she feels the desire for him creeping up her spine, radiating outward like an all-consuming fire. And now that the both of them are free to be together, she can't help but want him. Oh, God, does she want him. Desperately.
"Aren't you going to eat?" he asks, looking up from his plate.
She almost jumps out of her skin.
"Um, I'm not really that hungry right now," she answers.
Not for eggs and toast at least.
"Had your fill of my famous spaghetti casserole, huh?"
"Something like that."
Oh, Charlie Brown. You have no idea how much I want my fill of you right now.
Just thinking about it makes her whole body flush with warmth. An idea suddenly pops into her head.
"Whew, it's rather hot in here, don't you think?" She picks up his glass of orange juice and runs the cold surface down her right cheek and onto her neck. She moans as she lets it slide down in between her breasts. "Oh, that feels so good."
She hears the fork in his hand clatter against the plate, and she looks up only to see his saffire eyes round and smolder with the same desire. His lips part as he sucks in a sharp breath.
Before she can even blink, he's on the other side of the counter, taking her into his arms, pressing his lips aggressively to hers. She tastes the sweet, inebriating urgency on his lips and soon hears the faint thud of his towel falling forgotten to the tiled floor.
He then lifts her up, not even seeming to care that he's now on full display in front of her, and sets her on top of the counter beside the sink. She parts her knees, and he places his body in between her legs. Her heart races with increasing anticipation as she feels the part of him she desires most graze against her center.
"Ah, CB, yes," she groans, and his lips find hers again. She bites down on his lower lip, feeling his whole body shudder in response. "Make love to me."
Without question, he reaches down and violently forces her pajama shorts along with her underwear down her legs in one swift movement. He tosses them beside the towel on the floor. She's never seen him so assertive and dominant before, but she finds herself liking it. Oh, hell, does she like it; it makes the wetness seep even further between her legs.
He seizes her back to him and, wasting no time, slides himself carefully inside her with one single thrust. She throws her head back, drawing in a deep breath, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate him fully. And he feels good, too damn good. Each glorious throb seems even better than the last.
When he doesn't move, she looks down at him. He's peering up at her lovingly, and their eyes dance together for several fleeting seconds.
"I love you," he whispers.
She smiles, feeling her heart grow a thousand times its size.
"I love you too, Charlie Brown," she reciprocates, and he mirrors her smile, crushing his lips back to hers.
He begins to make love to her on the counter in the kitchen. She rolls her hips forward and meets him thrust after agonizing thrust. It's slow and exquisite at first, their moans providing the only background music in the stillness of the room.
She wraps her legs around his waist and leans back as he runs his tongue along the flushed skin of her neck, pulling down the straps of her top to expose her breasts. Her legs are practically shaking as he takes the right one into his mouth, circling his tongue several times around her nipple. She feels it all the way down to her core, which is already alight with endless pleasure, but her need to feel him deeper overtakes her thoughts. Before she knows it, she's ordering him, "Harder, CB! Fuck me please!"
He obliges in an instant, frantically pounding into her over and over again, almost slamming his knees against the bottom cabinets.
"Harder!" She screams, watching him close his eyes.
His mouth forms a sly grin, and his cheeks and ears have turned dark crimson. He seems to like when she talks dirty to him. He's eating it up.
Suddenly, he digs his palms under her bottom and hoists her into his arms, her legs still clutching his waist. He carries her into her bedroom and carefully lays her down on the edge of the bed. After ridding her of her tank top, he hastily fills her again, grasping her wrists and fastening them over her head. The sensations she's now feeling are so overwhelming; she can hardly maintain a grasp on reality.
He then lets go of her wrists and steadies himself on the surface of the bed. She grips his shoulders with all her might, moaning louder and louder with every movement.
Why in the hell did she wait so long to tell him how she felt when this was waiting for her the entire time?
She can sense he's almost there by the deep guttural sounds coming from his throat, and she's so overstimulated at the moment, it's not going to take her long either.
"I love you, CB," she whispers into his ear and traces it lustfully with her tongue. "Come for me, baby."
He lets out a loud, long sound of pleasure, spurring her own release to start to build. She finds herself gasping for air as her climax unfurls deep within her core, hurtling her toward unbridled bliss. Her torso arches off the surface of the bed, her lips crying out his full name, and he comes undone above her, driving into her faster and harder until he finally gives out. After only a few seconds, they both collapse into a crumpled heap against the sheets.
"Sorry about that," he says, breathing heavily, his voice muffled by her hair. "Not sure what came over me."
"Don't apologize, CB, please." She giggles and presses a hand against her forehead. "I wanted it probably more than you did."
"Highly doubt that." He rests his head against her chest, and she pulls him close. "Sorry our first time wasn't more romantic."
"Will you please stop apologizing?" She slaps him lightly on the back. "It was perfect."
"Okay, good. Just making sure. It was definitely the best sex I've ever had."
"Of course, it was, dummy. It was with me."
He lifts up on his elbows and clasps his hands on either side of her face. "Well, all the other times were complete and utter disasters, so..."
"I find that very hard to believe." She runs her fingers up and down his back, loving the way the weight of his body feels against hers. "You were amazing."
"I had a great partner this time." He waggles his eyebrows and presses his lips tenderly to hers. "I love you."
"I love you too." She pulls him in for a longer, deeper kiss. She never knew that love could feel quite like this.
He finally pulls back, his lips beginning to trail down her neck and onto her chest.
"I don't know how I'm supposed to focus on teaching today, knowing you're right across the hall. Now that I've had you, I'm never gonna stop wanting you… not that I didn't want you before, it's just…"
"Shut up… I totally get it, you big dummy."
She gasps at the sound of his words as well as the feel of his lips against her skin. She doesn't know how she's ever going to stop wanting him either. And now, she has a lifetime to enjoy him - every single part of him.
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Well, I think this chapter speaks for itself, don't you? Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading! ~ Dazzy xxoo