Chapter 2
Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for your kind reviews! This chapter is pretty short, which I apologize for, but I'm hoping to add another chapter pretty soon. As always, reviews are very much appreciated. xx
It was the Schnapps, April thought, as she sat on top of the beautiful boy in her living room. It was the alcohol that was making her actually want to kiss somebody like Alex Karev. It was so wrong in so many ways; girls like April didn't make out with boys like Alex. She was a virgin, for Christ's sake, and he went through girls like they were library books. Alex was the type of boy that her mother warned her against countless times. Karen Kepner's words echoed through April's head as she sucked on Alex's bottom lip, earning an appreciative moan- "They only want one thing, April." But as the Pediatric surgeon slipped his strong hands under the back of her shirt, she couldn't help but think that she might want it too.
Alex's lips moved down to her neck, sucking and kissing the curves and concaves behind her ear. April was shocked when she heard herself release a deep moan, feeling Alex's grin on her skin. She wanted nothing more than for Alex to keep going, to feel him in every part of her body. She was ready.
"Oh my god," she stammered, pulling back from Alex. "I have to, uh- I have to go." The redhead all but sprinted down the hallway, running to the bathroom and locking the door behind her. Alex stood up, a small smile growing on his face. "Figures Kepner would be the best kisser out of the group," he mumbled, opening the fridge and looking for another beer, as the sound of water running filled the flat.
April closed her eyes as she stepped into the stream hot water, her fiery hair darkening and sticking to her back. "Crap," she whispered to the showerhead. She felt like she was in a trance, bewitched by Alex. She had made out with plenty of boys before, it wasn't as if Alex had been the first one. But somehow, her kiss with Alex was different from any other she had experienced in her life. It was passionate, filling her bones with need. It wasn't like her to feel so ready to have sex, to be willing to give it up to a guy she had only kissed once. Well, twice, technically, April thought, a smirk twisting her lips. No matter how hard April tried to push the thoughts of Alex out of her mind, she couldn't. It was like he had latched on her brain with his stupid boy lips. Sighing, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. It was going to be a long night.
Alex Karev was not the type of boy to get all worked up over a kiss. At least, that's what he told himself as he sat at the kitchen table, one hand dangling a beer over the table and the other absentmindedly brushing his lips. It wasn't like they'd done anything, either. There was no groping, no fondling, nothing near sexual enough to get him all hot and bothered. But why was he still thinking about April Kepner's mouth on his, her pale skin tinged pink with heat, warm against his own? Alex shook his head, trying to rid his head of the fantasies about the fire-haired Trauma surgeon that were all of a sudden consuming his thoughts.
April smirked, eyes glinting darker as she pulled off her white dress and left her standing in nothing but a pair of lace panties. "Come here, Alex," she crooned, letting her pink tongue glance across her bottom lip as she made her way closer to him. Her fingers were tugging at the tops of her lacy underwear, pulling the side down just enough to offer him a sneak peek. "Come here," she repeated, as she brought her lips a fraction of an inch closer to his and-
No.
April stood, dripping wet. The warm water cascaded down her milky breasts as she shut her eyes and beckoned Alex to come closer with her finger. "Take me," she murmured, her hands wandering across her body. She moaned seductively as her fingers grazed her hipbones, and slowly made their way down to -
No.
Alex's eyes jerked open. He felt wrong, thinking about April like that. Not only was she still a virgin, she normally annoyed the hell out of him. Alex couldn't figure out why all of a sudden she was making him act like this. The sound of the water shutting off finally managed to snap him out of his April-fueled haze. Alex felt his cheeks turn warm when he heard her light footsteps pattering down the hall as she made her way to her bedroom. The distinct click of a lock sounded, and Alex stood up, sighing. "Crap," he whispered to the half empty beer bottle on the scuffed wooden table.