I woke up to a loud purring in my ears and a hairy tail on my nose. I knew right away who the culprit was.
"Cat, get off my head." I mumbled, about to swat at his legs, but I found my arms were pressed between my chest and another and a pair of warm, strong arms that were obviously not my own were wrapped around my body. Wybie. Wybie had answered my call of help and had stayed the night. Just as I was about to try to wiggle my way out of his hold he grumbled and pulled me closer. I could feel my face burning of embarrassment, my heart beating faster, and my breathing turning into sporadic ticks. What should I do now? Stay put and wait for him to wake up or try to continue to worm my way out? Then Wybie shifted, stirring me from the thoughts, and used his neck to nudge my head further under his chin, sighing in relief when he was finished. Suddenly, from my nightstand Alexander Rybak began singing,
"Singing Oah, I love you Moa!" Normally, I would press snooze, but currently I was trapped. Wybie jerked awake at the sound, looking down at my red face and wide-eyes. Then realized that his arms were clutching my body to his and quickly fumbled to remove them, his blush growing brighter by the second. He sat up, as did I, and the comforter fell to the floor, with us staring into each other's eyes awkwardly while Alexander Rybak continued to sing about wanting Moa to be his lady. Wybie scratched the back of his neck nervously before he sheepishly blurting out,
"I-I'm sorry about grabbing you like that." His eyes casted down to the floor, scared to look back up. I turned around to shut off the alarm and mumbled in response,
"It's a-alright." We sat in silence for a long time, neither of us knowing what to say. Thankfully, Cat meowed loudly, signalling he wished to be fed. I placed my bare feet on the cold wooden floor, shiver ran through my body and I grabbed my jacket off my desk chair, slipping it on. Just as I before I reached the edge of the room, I tilted my head back to look at Wybie and asked, "Do you wanna come downstairs and get some breakfast? I think we might have a box I pancake mix." He let out a breath, he must be just as grateful for the tension to be released from the air as I was.
"Yeah, that sounds awesome Jonesy." He smiled and rolled himself off the bed and began to trail behind me.
"Okay, I have to feed the mutt first before I can feed us." I laughed and strolled downstairs to the kitchen, pausing at the entryway to pick up Cat's bowls. I filled one bowl up with tap water and grabbed the bag of cat food from the bottom pantry, scooping out a cup and placing both bowls back on the floor. I began my hunt for the pancake mix while Wybie took out a large circular pan, a spatula, two plates, and two forks. After opening almost every single cabinet, I spotted the box on the top shelf of the highest cupboard. I began to jump to with my arm outstretched try to reach the damn thing, but I only seemed to push it back further. I huffed in annoyance, trying once again to grab the box, all of a sudden I felt two big hands grip my hips and lift me up.
"Wybie!" I shrieked, and he laughed, I snatched the box down angrily.
"What? I was helping." He snickered as he lowered me back to the ground. I whirled around to glare at him, the mix tucked in between my crossed arms.
"I was going to get it, on my own!" I snapped, annoyed by his tallness. He gave me a look that said, 'Were you really going to get that?' I diverted my eyes from his to the linoleum floor and shuffled my feet. "I was going to get it...eventually." He laughed and reached over my head to close the open pantry, resulting in him being dangerously close to me once again. His warm breathe feathered over the top my forehead, and my heartbeat sped up in response. Wybie's lips parted to let out a small breath, pupils dilated to focus on me. My body felt unusually warm and every muscle in my body screamed to kiss him. He leaned in, lowering himself to my face and I found myself leaning up to meet him. Just as our lips were mere centimeters apart... Grrrlllll, Wybie's stomach growled in protest. Immediately, I pulled back, broken from the trance and my mind went back to pancakes.
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My body was excited, adrenaline running through me as I slowly bent down to kiss her. Half of mind was shouting to hurry up and shove her against the counter and make out with her, but I chose to listen to the part of my mind that told me to go slow, she was fragile, after all. This is it, our lips were about to touch but then, Grrrlllll, my stomach groaned and she pulled away faster than the speed of light. Are you kidding me right now? Are you fucking kidding me? I was a second away from kissing the girl of my dreams, possibly even getting to french her and what the hell happens? My stomach growls because it's hungry. You know what stomach? There is more places in my body that are hungry too, that have went out 'food' for way longer than you have! There are more some needs that are more important than yours! There's no way in hell that I'm going to get another shot like that again! Just as I'm about to scream out in anger Coraline asks,
"How many pancakes do you want then?" She takes a measuring cup off a lower shelf and began to pour the mix inside. "I'm making them plate-sized."
"Four, I'm really hungry." I grumbled. She laughed lightly,
"Apparently." She continued to giggle while she mixed the water in with the batter. "Your stomach is faster than the rest you, hmm?" She teased, still focusing on the mix. Did she just mock my ability to kiss her? She wanted fast, did she? Oh, I'll give her fast, I'll show her just how fast this eighteen-year-old could be. I sneaked up behind her and feathered kisses on the side of her neck, and wrapping one arm around her lower torso while the hand on my other arm danced over her hip bone that peeked out from her black legging that she'd turned into sleepwear. My lips retracted from her neck, I breathed heavily in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. Her arms dropped from the bowl and she gripped the counter-top. I smiled to myself, at least I now knew that I could win one game with Coraline. I slowed my onslaught on the side of her face and loosed my hold on her, sluggishly, she turned to look at me, her blush stained her white cheeks and her breathing was erratic. "W-wybie?" She whispered, sounding completely vulnerable. My confidence was growing be the second, seeing her stuttering for me and knowing that her red face was my doing.
"Yes, Cora?" I hummed, looking her dead in the eyes. She took several shaky breaths, before finding the strength to speak.
"W-will y-you kiss me a-again? R-right here?" Coraline whimpered, pointing her trembling hand to her lips. I grinned happily,
"Sure thing." I leaned in pressed my lips to hers tenderly for a good long while, her lips quivered against mine and she tangled her fingers in my hair, gently pulling me closer to her and I steadied myself by placing my hands against her small shoulders. We pulled away slowly, both of us breathing heavily, her lips parted slightly and then she murmured,
"Y-you still want the p-pancakes r-right?"
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So much sexual tension... Sorry I took so long, I think I killed a good amount of creativity by bleaching my hair 3 times in the time span of a month. I'm back in a art class so my ideas should (hopefully)come to me faster.
All my love,
Violet