Hope you guys had a better Valentine's Day than me. As of right now, I don't know if I'm in the middle of a breakup or a breakdown and 2 years of holding my tongue is catching up to me in the worst way.
On another note, in my US History lecture we were watching part of The War That Made America and Graham Greene that plays Harry Clearwater was the narrator/host, so that was kind of cool.
Thank you to everyone who favorited, followed, reviewed, etc. I tried to reply to a few people, but school has been crazy lately and I wanted to finish writing while I was awake and inspired.
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Sidney groaned as she rolled over again, her eyes flickering back over to the clock hanging above the mantle for what was probably the hundredth time after she had put Juno to bed. It was nearly 10pm and Seth would be here any minute, hopefully. She picked up the remote, flipping through the TV channels one at a time and managed a sardonic chuckle as she realized she had nearly memorized what was on each channel.
It didn't detract from the burning need she felt, or the foggy twitchiness that had settled over her the last few days. For once in her life, she had been good this week and now, she wanted something much better than her hand to get her off.
As if she had summoned him with her thoughts, she felt her phone vibrate against her hip.
I'm here.
She grinned at the text, dropping her phone on the coffee table and nearly skipping to the front door. Seth barely had time to brace himself as she tackled him, tangling her fingers in his thick hair as her legs wound around his slim hips. He instinctively brought his hands up to cup her ass, slipping under his hoodie and groaned as he realized she hadn't put any panties on underneath. "I didn't-" He gasped softly, his head falling back as she sucked and nipped at his neck, running her nails along his scalp gently as he caressed her ass. "I didn't wanna knock and wake Juno up."
"Thanks." She mumbled breathlessly as her hands slid down his chest to tug at his t-shirt impatiently. "Inside, now."
He swept her inside, using his foot to shut the front door behind them as he carried her easily into the living room, carefully stepping over Juno's toys scattered on the rug, and plopping down onto the couch with Sidney straddling his thighs. Before he could speak, her lips were on his and her hands abandoned his shirt in favor of fumbling with his jeans. His hands slid up under his hoodie to caress her breasts, feeling her heart hammering wildly beneath his touch as she got the pesky denim out of the way and her hand dove into his boxers, making him groan as his hips bucked up against her cool hand. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." She flashed him a grin before she moaned softly, arching her back to push her chest further into his hands.
He smirked, repeating the action as he gently rolled the hardened nubs of her nipples between his fingers, loving her soft, breathy moans as her hand stroked his hard cock slowly. "I can tell." He slid one hand down her flat stomach, feeling the cool metal of her belly button ring fleetingly against his palm before his fingers found what they were looking for. Her hand faltered on his length and he smirked as he leaned in to place a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the hollow of her throat as he teasingly ran a fingertip along her wet opening.
"Please don't tease," She begged, blushing as she heard the soft whine in her own voice. "Please, Seth."
If he thought he was hard before, it was nothing compared to the aching need he felt hearing her beg. He sank his middle finger into her heat and relished in her moan as she rocked against his hand, her head tucked into his neck as she tried to stay quiet for Juno's sake. To her surprise, Seth pulled his hand away after only a moment and smirked at her. "Take the hoodie off."
'Bossy Seth is sexy.' She bit her bottom lip softly as she sat up, unzipping it tantalizingly slow as she watched his eyes follow her fingers, drinking in the sight of her smooth golden skin. 'I can tease just as much as he does.' A quiet yelp escaped her lips as he gripped her wrists in one hand, his other wrenching the zipper the rest of the way down as the hoodie slid off her shoulders easily. "Seth!" Her eyes widened as she smiled, gently rocking against him in his lap as his warm brown eyes snapped back up to meet hers. A flicker of hesitation shot across his face as he glanced down at where he held her wrists as if asking if it were okay. "Don't stop."
He grinned, flipping them over so that she was sprawled along the couch and he was hovering over her, his hands greedily exploring the curves and dips of her body as he held himself up with his knee planted firmly in the couch cushion. As he trailed his lips down her chest, leaving a zigzagging trail of red marks down the valley between her breasts, she ran her fingers through his hair and tugged gently as she reached the ends of the strands.
His lips closed around the cool metal of her belly ring as he caressed her hips, feeling the delicate bones under her skin and the black ink of her tattoo as he looked up at her. Between the two firm mounds and hardened, rosy nipples, her dark, glittering eyes peered down at him with her lips parted, reddened and puffy from his kisses. "You're beautiful." He spoke quietly as he pressed a tender kiss below her belly button, making her smile softly.
"No, you." Her nails gently twirled locks of his hair, creating little, uneven spirals that stuck out from his head and made her smile as he gently traced small circles on her hip. He gently pressed another kiss below the last one, making her breath hitch slightly as he finally brushed his tongue across her clit exploratively. "Fuck, Seth. Please."
He smiled at her reaction and did it again, laying on arm across her stomach as she hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. This time, she rocked her hips up against his tongue as her hands cupped her breasts, desperate for more. "Tell me how." He murmured, sucking gently on her clit as her brain struggled to keep up.
"Uh…Just...fingers." She managed as she felt her heartbeat vibrating throughout her body, wondering if Seth knew just how much he affected her. "Fingers…and keep doing that with your tongue…"
He obeyed, circling his tongue around the tight bundle of nerves as his fingers found her entrance once more. She rocked against him, soft, breathy moans escaping her as she felt the last of her control slipping away. As she felt herself getting closer, she pulled one of Grace's stiff throw pillows over her face to muffle her moans, her back arching off the couch cushion as her other hand tangled in Seth's hair.
Seth was shocked when she let out a loud moan, any distinguishable words muffled by the pillow, and he felt a rush of wetness soaking his fingers. Carefully, he slowly pulled his fingers out and ran his tongue over her clit once more before he laid his cheek against her thigh and smiled up at her. He could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she came down, her arms crossed over the pillow on her face as if holding it there. "Hey, Sidney?"
"Yeah?" She lifted the pillow just enough to peek down at his dimpled grin and sparkling eyes.
"We may have to flip the cushion."
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After a few more very pleasing minutes for Seth, they made a half-hearted attempt to clean up their mess, then he let Sidney lead him upstairs. "Your room is different than I expected." He mumbled as he stepped into the room behind her, still fiddling with his belt as he tried not to show his nerves. Sure, they had just gotten each other off downstairs, but he was in her room now. In her bedroom. Every time they had been in a bed together so far, it was never innocent.
Sidney smiled as she walked over to the far wall where her queen-sized bed was, her yellow and white covers rumpled and tossed askew as if she had just rolled out of them. "Different how? What, did you expect whips and chains?"
He smiled as he shrugged, lingering by the doorway as he watched her grab some clothes from the bed. "I dunno. I guess you just don't really strike me as a 'sunflowers and centerfolds' kinda girl."
She laughed as she stepped into her connected bathroom, teasingly tossing his hoodie onto the bed from inside as she put her pajamas on. "Got something against flowers and models, baby?"
"Not at all." He craned his neck, trying to peek into the bathroom without moving from his spot in the center of the room where he had inched to slowly. "Just an interesting combination."
"They're both beautiful and make me smile." She stepped back out and he couldn't stop the blush from spreading over his face. She had thrown on a pair of soft volleyball shorts that clung to her body like a second skin and a loose tank top that threatened to slip down her body and expose her entire chest. "What?" She blushed, kicking her toes against the plush, dark grey carpet under her feet as he stared at her.
"N-nothing!" Seth stammered as she stepped closer, leaning up to kiss him tenderly. "You're just really pretty." 'Understatement of the century.' Looking around the room at all the models pinned to the wall, he couldn't find one that compared to his whatever they were.
"Thank you." She smiled, one of her genuine smiles that lit up her eyes like gemstones and made her seem more like her own age. "You know, this is pretty scandalous. I've never had a boy in my room before." She turned, pulling her tousled, tangled hair back into a ponytail to deal with later.
He followed her, smiling softly as she dove into her bed and opened her arms to invite him in. "Really?" He kicked his shoes off and wriggled his way in beside her, wrapping an arm around her slim waist as they laid on their sides to face each other.
"Yep. You are the first of the high school male species to be treated to the complete Sidney Whitefeather experience. Feel special." She joked, reaching out to toy with a lock of his hair that stuck out awkwardly from his head.
"I do feel special." He whispered as he ran his fingertips gently along her side, feeling the heat of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her pajamas and grinning as he felt her shiver slightly. "But that poster is creeping me out." Behind the bed on the wall was an old movie poster, half hidden by the collection of magazine clippings and posters forming an odd collage on the pale wall.
"What poster?" She turned, following his line of eyesight and immediately laughing. "Oh, no."
"Is that a hand in a garbage bag?" He raised an eyebrow as she sat up to brush some of the papers aside temporarily, exposing the entire poster. "With a woman holding a gun?"
"It's a Ms .45 poster. It's a movie from the 80s." She chuckled, running her fingertips over the faded, worn poster as if soaking in all the memories. "My dad found a rare print of the poster for me at a swap meet."
He smiled as he raised up behind her, gently kissing her exposed shoulder as they both explored the smattering of faces on the wall. "You don't talk about your dad much."
Sidney was quiet a moment before she reached out, tapping one long nail on an old, crinkled Polaroid photo stuck to the wall with smiley face stickers. "This was us when I was 8. He and Grace hadn't started fighting yet."
He wrapped his arms around her hips loosely as they both stared at the photo. 8-year-old Sidney was flashing a cheesy grin at the camera, her nose scrunched up as a tall, muscular man held her steady on a skateboard. Peering through his long, dark hair curtaining his face, the man's face held that same warm smile Sidney kept reserved for her special people. "You look like him."
"I know. Pisses Grace off to no end." Sidney chuckled as she leaned back against Seth's warm body, snuggling against his chest. "I hate to tell her, we all can't be starving, silicone-filled ex models like her."
"Your mom was a model?" He pressed a tender kiss against her shoulder before she pulled away to lay back down.
"Oh, yeah. I mean, not a big one, but still. She never lets anyone forget it." Sidney stretched, then curled up in a ball as Seth stayed sitting up to look through the photos. "Whatcha doing?"
"Is…She wearing a garbage bag as a top?" Seth frowned, tilting his head as he tried to look closer to see if it was, in fact, a knotted plastic bag.
Sidney laughed, shaking her head as she reached out to grab his hand gently, lacing their fingers together. "That's Brooke Shields, and I'm pretty sure it's leather or something. Although a garbage bag could work, I guess."
"Looks like a Hefty bag." He smiled, bringing their hands to his lips and placing a loving kiss on the back of her hand as she stared up at him adoringly. "So…models?"
"Yeah, models." She murmured before she blinked, trying to clear the happy fog Seth had incited in her brain. "I uh…I like the fashion and…they're so beautiful, it just makes me smile. I sound like a complete creep, don't I?" She blushed, sitting up against her headboard and pulling her knees up against her chest.
Seth shook his head as he sat back beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You're not a creep, baby."
"We've been doing that an awful lot lately." Sidney rested a hand on his thigh, tracing tiny designs on the denim with the tip of her nail. "Calling each other baby, I mean."
"I-I'm sorry! It just slips out and-" Seth's eyes widened as he stiffened against her side, only to relax as he heard her laugh quietly.
"Relax, Seth. I'm not saying it's a bad thing." She leaned up, kissing his jawline gently as she snuggled closer into his warmth. "It makes me feel all warm and happy."
"It does?" He tried to hide his grin as he kissed her forehead gently, rubbing her arms to ward off some of the chill in the room.
"Mhm. I've never been anyone's baby before." She paused a moment then snickered. "That sounds so weird."
"I'm the first boy in your room, the first to call you baby…I think I'm on a roll." He grinned as she jabbed her elbow against his ribs lightly, laughing quietly as she shook her head.
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By the time Seth tore himself out of Sidney's arms, it was nearing 4 AM and he knew he would never be able to get up for school the next day. It was worth it though, to lay with her in his arms, helping her go over her lessons she had completely disregarded the past few years, listening to her soft voice as they relaxed.
He dragged himself up the stairs, groaning softly as he tried to step over the creaky step near the top and only succeeded in tripping over his own feet into his room. He could see light glowing from under Leah's door and knew she was probably having another rough night; after she and Sam had broken up, she took it in phases. One day she'd be fine, normal Leah, then the next she was either ready to cry until she passed out or she wanted Sam's head on a spike.
Deciding not to bother her in case she was trying to sleep, he dropped his bag by the doorway and stripped his clothes off. Before he had left, Sidney made sure to darken the hickeys she had left on his neck when he arrived, and they were starting to get sore. 'Maybe she's part vampire. Might explain the whole 'unworldly beautiful, incredibly sexy' image she has.'
He managed a small snort at his own thoughts as he curled up under his blankets and tried to squeeze in a little sleep before his alarm went off.
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'Oh my god, I have no idea how to do this.' Sidney groaned as she sat down at a lunch table, math textbook in one hand and salad in the other. Her friends looked up at her, perplexed as they watch her bury her nose into the thick precalculus book.
"Do you think she's sick?" One of them whispered, earning a shrug as a response.
"I don't think she's sick…maybe lovesick." The other girl sneered in distaste as Sidney blatantly ignored them, absentmindedly opening her salad container as she mouthed formulas to herself. "That's what you get when you become domesticated."
"What am I, a fucking cat?" Sidney muttered, trying to eat as she read and sighing as she nearly stabbed her lip with her fork. "And why do I have to be sick just because I'm studying?"
"Sid, the only thing you've ever used your textbooks for was to go under your hips when there were no pillows around." A warm hand grabbed Sidney's wrist, gently stopping her from trying to take another distracted bite. "We've just never seen you like this." Sidney sat her fork down gingerly, knowing that Lola was right to stop her; the last thing she needed was an unplanned trip to the nurse's office today.
"Yeah, trying to play good girl for Seth?" The other girl laughed, chomping obnoxiously on her gum as she smirked across the table at Sidney. "I doubt you're getting much fun from that whole arrangement."
"Wow, arrangement. I see you're working on incorporating multi-syllable words into your vocabulary, Sasha. Good for you." Sidney spoke dryly, staring coldly across the table at her friend as she and Lola started to eat their lunches. "And for your information, I get plenty from Seth." She casually reached up to brush her hair away from her shoulder, exposing the tender, purple hickeys Seth had left last night.
Sasha's mouth opened in shock as Lola gasped. "Oh Em Gee, details, details, details!" Lola squealed, throwing her arms around Sidney as the two older girls continued their staring contest.
"Must be so fun, having to depend on a two-pump virgin to get off." Sasha narrowed her eyes at Sidney as she redirected her gaze, catching sight of Seth across the cafeteria. "And you left Paul for that?"
"Paul and I were never together, and Seth could outlast any of those skeezy college guys you fuck for money." Sidney slammed her book shut and stood up, balancing her salad on top of her textbook as she gathered her things.
"Where are you going?" Lola asked sadly, not wanting to be left alone with an angry Sasha. Sidney had always been nice to her, and Lola much preferred her casual friendly attitude over Sasha's snotty queen bitch routine.
Sidney gave the younger girl a small smile and nodded her head towards the table Seth, Brady, and Collin always occupied. "Better company over there, if you wanna come too."
Lola stood immediately, not daring to look up at the fuming girl on the other side of the table. "Will they mind?"
"I mean, the short one might drool on you and the skinny one is kinda dickish, but…" Sidney's voice got lost in the sounds of the cafeteria as the two girls left.
'Stuck up bitch.' Sasha glared at the girls as Sidney leaned down to plant a searing kiss on Seth's grinning lips. 'We'll see who's better than who.'