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If I start calling Carlos motorcycle his bike, would you all get that it is not a bicycle?! You're smart people... right?
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Carlos sat on his motorcycle in his parents driveway. He couldn't stop smiling. He had never felt like this; like everything was good and the world wasn't such a dark place. Stephanie, pure and good and witty and sassy Steph, had managed to carve herself a nice little place in his heart. Who was he kidding? She had a huge place in his heart and he wouldn't have it any other way. He knew his heart was skipping a couple of steps that his brain knew shouldn't be skipped so easily, but this girl was perfectly imperfect. She would be so easy to fall in love with.
Surprisingly, he had enjoyed his night with her family. Her grandmother was a bit crazy and her mother was clearly worried, her father was quite pleasant. They had all warmed up to him quickly and in return he had taken a liking to them. Frank, he had been told that was too formal, had appreciated his upfront attitude and his respect for tradition.
Carlos could hardly wait to see her again, to feel her again, to breathe her in again. He was completely enraptured by this girl. He had no idea how he would be able to get to sleep with his head full of whizzing thoughts. And yet, somehow, the warmth in his chest calmed him and he fell asleep.
Sunday and Monday went by in a blur and he couldn't bear seeing her without possessing her completely.
The sun came in through the window on Tuesday morning and the birds seemed to sing a little louder. The grass was wet with dew and the air was thin. The morning was perfect and Carlos was standing in his kitchen grinning like an idiot. Today was the day. He had never been more excited to see her.
As silly as it sounds, though he sees her most days, this was different. It was going to be them and them alone. He could be with her. He could just be with her. He had tried to plan things, but nothing seemed to suit them. He didn't want it to be planned and perfect. He wanted it to be crazy and free and easy. And he knew it would be.
He kept himself away from her at lunch. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't see her and not take her away; free themselves from school and the world, and breathe in each other, see only each other.
When the final bell rang Carlos was out the door and waiting by his bike. When Stephanie came running towards him his heart beat faster. She had definitely dressed for the occasion. Her legs were exposed under the skirt of her dress and her hair wasn't bound like usual. She didn't run into his arms the way he had hoped. She slowed in front of him and grabbed his hand and just smiled at him. It was her way of saying she had been waiting for this too. She had wanted this too.
He didn't kiss her. He simply got on his bike and she slid in behind him. Her legs were pressed against his and her arms were tight against his stomach. Her breathe warmed the fabric of his t-shirt. She clung to him in a way that seemed to meld them together.
It was early and he had still yet to decide what they would do. He just drove. Suddenly, the traffic grew heavy and families were everywhere. Stephanie gripped his shirt and tugged signalling that she wished to stop. And who was he to deny a pretty lady. He parked the bike and immediately took her hand. His thumb gently stroked the skin of her hand. They began to weave through the crowd of people. The smell of fried food, and sweat overwhelmed him. Stephanie had a grin on her face. She had somehow managed to look at everything all at once. Her eyes flickered every which way.
Children pointed and tugged and laughed and cried. Parents sighed and opened wallets. Carlos was not fond of events like this; they were much too crowded and loud. Stephanie clung to him though and somehow that made this bearable. As they walked the world seemed to disappear. Her eyes, wide with excitement, though not at all focused on him captured his attention. The light of the sun made the blue of her irises sparkle like sapphires. Her lips parted to allow a smile and her hand gripped his tightly. He wanted not to cup her hand as he was but to lace their fingers together. He felt as though her hand could slip from his too easily. And he was right to believe so.
She pulled her hand from his and wandered from his side to a mini doughnut vendor. This woman and her sweets, he thought with an eye roll. He came up behind her and rested his hand on her hip. He ordered some for her. She turned to look at him and flushed when her stomach rumbled. She stretched up and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. It was the only thanks he needed.
They spent hours like this; wandering around, stopping occasionally, keeping conversation light.
Stephanie excused herself for a moment to go the restroom. He wanted for her by a face painting booth. The minutes seemed to tick by. He tried not to worry but what should have taken a mere three minutes had turned to 15. He approached the restrooms. When he heard shouting his pace quickened. When he was withing range, he saw Stephanie standing with Morelli. He had her wrist lifted in the air and she appeared to be fuming. Morelli looked ragged; his hair was disheveled, his brown eyes heavy with exhaustion and bags, his clothing was rumpled.
"I'll tell you one more time. Get your hands off me, Morelli." Stephanie snapped. Her mouth was turned down in obvious discomfort.
"Ya know, Plum, I'm gettin' real sick of this game we're playing. I know you want me."
He used his grip to pull her into him. He reached his free hand up to caress her face. Stephanie attempted to wiggle free. Carlos growled. He had had quite enough. This bastard had gone too far.
"I'm here on a date, dirtbag. There is no game! Run along, Joe. I am not interested." She huffed and once again tried to pull herself free but his grip remained strong.
Neither seemed to notice Carlos' approach. He would have been shocked at their obvious neglect of their surroundings were he not intent on pounding Morelli's greasy face into the pavement. His large body radiated ferocity. He approached them from behind Morelli. Stephanie's eyes lit up when she saw him. He hardly noticed. His vision had gone red. He tapped Joe on the shoulder. The smaller man whipped around. anxious to yell at whomever had chosen to interrupt him. The anger on his face transformed into horror in a matter of seconds. His grip on Stephanie's wrist loosened.
" I believe the lady said no." Carlos ground out before his fist connected with the wide eyed Italians face. There was the distinct sound of something breaking. When he pulled back his fingers were covered in blood. His lips turned up in a satisfied smirk. "Maybe you'll listen from now on."
He watched as Morelli hunched over in pain. Stephanie was suddenly pressed against his side. She quickly grabbed the hand covered in blood. He tried to pull away but she frowned and pulled back. She examined it and sighed. "Not even a bruise." She kissed his knuckles.
She took a long look at Morelli. He was holding his nose, cursing and complaining. She gave a dramatic eye roll. he was lucky he was getting away with a broken nose. She'd like to cut his tongue out. He had made some nasty comments before Carlos had shown up. A warm hand grabbed hers and she was whisked away from the scene without another word.
The sun had begun to set and they wandered down to the beach. The sand was soft beneath their feet and the air had cooled. Carlos dug a pit and built a fire to keep them warm. He lowered himself behind her, his eyes winding around her waist and his legs stretched out on either side of her hips. He tucked her head under his chin.
"Do you want to stay for the fireworks?" She asked quietly. He simply hummed and she settled against his chest. he didn't know how long they stayed that way. The moon was high and the stars were bright. the heat of the fire heated their skin as the flames cracked and flickered. She drew little circles on his hand with her thumb as they waited.
At some point his hands had moved to her hips. Her hands rested on his thighs smoothly rubbing up and down and gripping every so often. He was incredibly aroused and she had barely touched him. Stephanie would kill him, he just knew it. Slowly, her hand crept higher. He felt her stiffen. She was waiting for something. When he didn't move to stop her, her hand crept higher. His thumb rubbed her hip through the fabric of her dress. She turned slightly to kiss him. It was slow and sweet.
Stephanie growled and gripped his hair before demanding he open his mouth to her. He made no move to stop her. She was soon straddling him and was dominating their kiss. Carlos lost himself in her. He tried to remind himself that Manoso men should have more control. He tried, but damn her mouth was sweet. He gripped her hips skirt of her dress was bunched up and her hips were perfectly aligned with his. She bit his lip as she pushed her hips down. He hissed at the contact. She sighed and began a painfully slow rhythm to which her whole body rocked.
"Stephanie." He moaned when she moved her mouth to his neck. "Querida, you need to stop."
"Why? No one is watching this time." She grinned against the warm skin of his neck before worrying the skin there.
This girl was the devil. The sexy devil with the lips of an angel. He wanted to flip her over and tear her dress. He wanted to kiss every inch of her delightful body and then do it again. He wanted to taste her and tease her. He wanted her above him, beside him, below him and anywhere else. He wanted to be inside her as she had found a way to be inside of him. Dios, he wanted.
"What's wrong?" she asked with a pout.
"I can't. You deserve more than a round in the sand."
"We could always go a round in the water too." She said playfully. Clearly, her depraved brain did not understand the situation.
"No." He said firmly.
Her eyes went wide. "No? No as in never?"
He laughed. "God no. No as in not tonight. I will take you, my dear. I will take you until you forget yourself and only know my touch, my voice." His voice had grown husky towards the end. It made her shiver. She nodded dumbly and bit her lower lip.
Carlos laid her on the sand and kissed her passionately. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms lazily around his shoulders.
"No is good," she sighed and he bit her neck "No is so very very good."
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