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||= Finally My Turn =||
We lay on Rebecca's bed watching the screen of her TV, neither of us really paying attention. I was dressed in nothing but a white sports bra and a pair of cut offs, my back against the wall, breasts pressed to her back with on arm draped over her. There was no space between us, and I was loving every second of it. She snuggled closer every second or so, whether it was conscious or not I wasn't sure. Unfortunately for me, my libido was going absolutely berserk.
She was so close to me, touching, moving closer, it was making me crazy. I was sure she wasn't aware of it; I was had been working hard to keep myself under control and had, so far, been successful. It was painful to realize that the only thing between my stomach and her back was her thin tee shirt, but the worst of it, or perhaps the best, was the fact that I could smell her. Not just the natural perfume of her skin, but her excitement. I was thrilled both emotionally, mentally and of course physically by her body's natural reaction to our closeness, yet miserable as I struggled to contain myself. The ache between my thighs was agonizing, every movement of her body against mine sending sharp, painful jolts much farther south, leaving me to teeter of the edge of climax. I never knew someone could get so close to an orgasm without any stimulation whatsoever.
My eyes strayed away from the television screen to examine her room for the hundredth time; shelves lined with mountains of books, CDs and video games, a couple of band posters thumb-tacked to free spaces on the walls, trying very hard to distract myself. My gaze fell to Rebecca's exposed throat, my mouth watering to taste her skin. The tightness in my stomach was like a rubber band being stretched, close to snapping. I bent my head, swallowing hard and licking my lips, brushing a kiss over the exposed skin.
Hours of badgering myself went to waste; a leak in the dam resulted in a flood. I couldn't stop. One kiss just wasn't enough. Her heart beat stuttered at the first touch of my mouth to her flesh, but now it was threatening to pulverize her rib cage as I traced a racing vein with the tip of my tongue. She gulped, the muscles flexing in her throat. An unfamiliar sensation rose up inside of me, something akin to sexual arousal, but more primal, something unique to the wolf that resided in me. I choke back the growl that threatened to escape my chest as she shifted her weight, the friction of her movement rubbing the material of my bra against my aching nipples. My control lapsed slightly as I clamped my mouth over her pulse, sucking fiercely, one hand rubbing her stomach and side firmly.
"Leah…" She said quietly, her smell spiking, and I lifted my head, meeting her beautiful, shining blue eyes. She rolled over so that she was facing me, and I moved in to kiss her. I moved my lips against hers hungrily, slipping my tongue inside, rubbing her tongue with my own. I let out a low moan and slid one hand into her hair, snaking the other beneath her and pulling her tighter against me, breasts pressed firmly to hers.
I pulled back, breathless and panting. Her chest heaved against mine. I leaned forward, taking her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging softly before pulling it into my mouth, sucking gently. Was this too soon? Was I moving too fast? My brain and my body weren't connected. I moved one hand lower, cupping her left breast in my palm, rubbing my thumb in circular motions of the hidden nipple as it hardened beneath the material of her shirt. Stop! I commanded myself, she wasn't ready. It was too soon; I knew I had to let her come to me. I couldn't rush things. Our relationship wasn't about sex. But I wanted to make her feel good, so badly...
Pressing my thighs together hard, I pulled my hand away from her chest and took a deep breath, wrapping my arms around her and cuddled her to me. She returned the hug and buried her face in my chest, and I was able to feel her warm, moist breath through the material of my sports bra. I bit my lip. After a while she went limp in my arms, asleep, and I stroked her hair for hours, hating the clock on her bedside table.
"I'm going to miss you, Rebecca. You have no idea." I told her, and she shifted in her sleep, draping one arm over my bare side. The connection of our skin touching made me ache. At eight the following morning was when I heard her mother's alarm clock screeching down the hall, and I stiffened, taking once last fleeting look at my girlfriend's sleeping form. All through the night she'd slept pressed against me while I lay wide awake watching her, and yet it still didn't feel like enough time. I studied her face carefully, taking in each detail before I kissed her forehead goodbye and (very unhappily) began to disentangle our limbs.
I grabbed a shirt from her closet before I slid her bedroom window open and removed the screen, peeking out cautiously to see if anyone was watching before I tossed one leg over the sill, then the other. I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and with one last glance at the Rebecca, I slid my butt off the ledge and dropped to the ground below. As I walked across the empty front lawn I could hear Rebecca's mother knocking on her door. I waved back as her head poked out the window, blinking after me.
I took the quickest route to the forest, stripping down and running straight for home. Even though I was exhausted, I couldn't stop watching the time, imagining Rebecca getting dressed and heading downstairs, eating breakfast, getting in the van and leaving for the airport. I felt sick at ten o'clock, imagining her stepping onto the plane and taking off, leaving me behind for a whole week. I felt like crying. I lay in bed for hours with Rebecca's shirt pressed to my face, thinking about her, wondering where she was and if she was missing me as much as I did her. I finally fell asleep.
My ears pricked when at the familiar creaking of my bedroom door. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to see who it was when a familiar smell reached my sensitive nose. I squinted into the darkness, the moon's light trickling in through the crack in my blinds.
"Rebecca? What are you doing here? I thought you were going to California!" I cried happily as she came into view, smiling. She climbed onto the foot of my bed.
"Shhh." Was all she said, reaching forward and pressing a single finger to my lips. I kissed the digit feverishly, reaching out to her, trying desperately to pull her into me when I realized that she was completely naked. My eyes widened, heart drumming wildly in my chest. Her smile turned to a grin, and she leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine, tongue delving inside my mouth. I moaned hoarsely, kicking the sheets off my legs.
She pulled back slowly, her hands working quickly to remove the clothing between us until we were both naked. I pulled her into me, my body tingling where our bare skin touched. She cupped my cheeks lovingly, taking my face in her hands and pulling me into another hungry kiss while my palms and fingers explored her body as thoroughly as they could until my hand came to rest between her legs. Suddenly becoming shy, she pulled away from my embrace and covered herself with her arms, motioning for me to lay back. I whimpered in objection, but obeyed as she retreated to the foot of my tiny bed.
After a few moments of silent pleading, she slid back up my body, parting my thighs as she went, kissing the tip of my nose as she entered me with a single, teasing finger. I let out a groan of frustrated pleasure, forcing my head back into my pillow as her tongue teased the corner of my lips. I was so close, and yet her fingers kept an agonizingly slow pace, refusing to give me what I need, teasing me until I resorted to begging. I watched her beautiful face, wrapping my arms and holding her tight as I neared my peak. Almost there…
The phone trilled loudly from the kitchen, and I jerked awake with a start. It was bright outside, and my room was totally empty. My body felt like it was on fire, my sheets soaked with sweat. It took me several moments to actually grasp that it'd all been a dream, and by far the best wet dream I'd ever had in my entire life. The phone rang again, and I scrabbled to my feet. My hips felt heavy as I bounded into the kitchen, my underwear uncomfortably wet.
"Hello?" I wheezed into the receiver.
"Hey, Leah." It was Rebecca. I ran a hand through my damp hair and pulled out a chair. Plopping down, I asked how her how her flight was.
"Long." She grumbled, and I let out a soft chuckle. We talked for about a half hour until she had to go. As soon as we'd hung up I slunk off to the bathroom for a nice, hot shower and a little "me time" to get my head straight.
I guess I'd had it coming since I'd spent the night at her house. Being completely alone with the woman of my dreams in an enclosed space had just been asking for it, but the sexual part of imprinting hadn't hit me quite so hard until then. I saw it all the time inside of Jake's and Quil's head; the agony of looking but not touching, the war of instincts, feelings and conscience. Now that Renesmee was older, she found it entertaining to make things difficult for Jake, pressuring him into more than he'd bargained for. If not for Edward and Bella, he might've taken her up on the offer. Refusing her was probably the hardest thing he'd ever done.
And then that feeling… it was like I'd phased, the primal instinct that took over when I shut my human side off and let the wolf take over. It was an intense need for control, and I felt a totally new rouse of excitement as I watched her lay beneath me, neck exposed and utterly vulnerable. I'd seen the same experience through other wolves' eyes many times before, back when all the wolves were joined as one pack. Jared especially, which had been disgusting at times to see that girl, whatever her name was, and what he wanted to do to her. Feeling the wolf's possessive nature through the pack's collective had been awkward for me, to say the least.
Not for the first I found myself wishing I had a cell phone, or better yet, my own time. It was one thing missing Rebecca when I knew she was at home, snuggled beneath the blankets of her bed, but I always had the reassurance that I could get up at any time of the night and check on her at her house in Forks. It was something else completely to know she was in another state, hundreds of miles away, unprotected. If I had a phone I could at least text message her when her grandparents forced her to get off the phone, but if my time were my own, I could simple run to California. Not knowing if she was safe made me sick.
I made plans in my head for when she got home, promising myself that I'd call her before her plane took off and right after it landed to make plans with her for the evening. I would take her to as nice a dinner as I could afford, hug and kiss her to my heart's content. Until then I was going to wait faithfully at home. Of course, I was going to call her at least once a day until she got back.
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