30. Star - Different boys at different times interested you but when he comes waltzing into your life with that stupid lighter and knowing smirk, he becomes the star of all your dirty thoughts and even dirtier dreams.
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She snuck into his room, finding him already in bed and apparently sleeping through what she thought was the loudest creakiest door ever. She tiptoed her way over to him, thinking she was still in the clear, but before she could even let out a gasp of surprise, he was out of bed and on his feet in a flash. He grabbed her wrist tightly with one hand, the other hand flicking open his lighter in self-defense.
Then he realized who exactly it was standing in the middle of his room.
"Jesus Christ, Rogue!" he hissed loudly. "Don't sneak up on a person like that! I thought the fucking mansion was under attack!"
She opened and closed her mouth, trying to find some reasonable excuse for her behavior.
He sighed, letting go of her wrist. He put his lighter down and turned on the lamp that was sitting on his desk. "What are you doing here?"
She knew she should say something; he was waiting rather patiently and looking at her with curious eyes. Before she lost her nerve, she blurted out rapidly, "I like you and I think you like me too. And well…I don't think I can take this…this tension between us anymore. I think…I think we should just do it. You know…have sex… It would make me feel a whole lot better and I think you would too… And I think we…"
He interrupted her babblings with a hand on her hip, pulling her toward him. He gave her a small smirk before leaning down, his face getting closer and closer to her own.
"Wait," she whispered, stopping him short before he actually touched her lips. "It's not going to hurt, right? The first time…I…I heard it was going to hurt…"
His smirk only widened and he finished what he had started.
And god, the boy knew how to kiss. Not the sloppy tongue wrestle match Bobby tried to give her but smooth and hot and passionate and…oh my…
She was so busy concentrating on his kiss, giving back as much as she took, she didn't even feel his fingers nimbly undoing the buttons at the back of her nightgown. As soon as the buttons were all undone, the gown fell down from over her shoulders and down her waist, pooling at her feet.
He broke their kiss and she tried to follow, tugging at the back of his neck to bring him back to her. But she had to give up on that attempt when he fell to knees and…oh my…
She gasped and panted and tried to remember to breathe. This was too delicious. Never in a million years would she have thought this kind of pleasure would have been even possible. Her whole body hummed blissfully in response to what he was doing.
The boy did know how to kiss…
Sweet baby Jesus, he knew how to kiss…
And if she thought he had a clever tongue before…
Oh my…
But…what was that noise? In the background… Some kind of beeping… It was getting louder and stronger… So annoying… What was that?
Her eyes opened abruptly and it took her a moment to realize she was in her own room, in her own bed, no beautiful boy with a clever tongue in sight.
The sunlight streaming in through her window indicated that it was morning.
And that beeping noise? Her own alarm clock betraying her and letting her know that it had been all just another dream.
She was suddenly aware that her covers were thrown off the bed as if she had been too warm during the night, her nightgown was rucked up to her waist and her hand was down her now soaked panties. She quickly took her hand out, wiping the sticky residue off with some tissues she had on her nightstand. She flushed in embarrassment even though she was alone in her room and no one would ever know what she had done in her sleep.
Turning off her alarm, she laid back on her pillows with a heavy sigh, readjusting her nightgown, and tried not to think too much about her dream. It was difficult considering this was the tenth night in a row that she had been dreaming about him…and doing those…things…with him…
Her dreams…they were definitely not the sweet innocent puppy dog love kind of dreams she used to have about David or Bobby. Not even Logan had affected her this way and she thought that was a big-time crush. The occasional dream about Logan paled in comparison to the ones she was having about him.
She blushed hot and deep, biting her lower lip and quivering in all her most intimate places just from the thought of her recent dreams and the boy who knew how to kiss.
What she needed now was a shower. A long cold shower.
And a way to finally make those dreams a reality.
