Seventh chapter (:

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Sophie played with the bottoms of her shorts as she sat in the middle of the sofa. I could hear her steady breathing from my place in the bathroom doorway, towel raised to my mouth. She was humming gently to herself and as I hung the towel on the handle, I felt myself drawn to her again. We were both still very much under the influence and I half stumbled, half staggered over to the sofa.

I slumped down at her side and watched her in the darkness.

"I cleaned my teeth," I breathed. We hadn't turned on the light when we'd come in and it was obvious my mum wasn't back yet. I could see her silhouette in the gloom. Her eyes sparkled even now and I couldn't take my own off them. When the brochure had stated hours of fun, I didn't think it had been literally her. Funny how things happen really. Her lips curled up into a smile and my breath hitched in my throat when her hand cupped my cheek.

"Good," She said quietly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to my cheek. They were those soft plump lips and even without them being on mine I could remember the way they tasted. I wanted to taste the again. With some force I buried my hand into the back of her long hair and clenched, turning her head so I could press my lips to hers. I heard her gasp and wasted no time in slipping my tongue into her mouth. Unlike me, her mouth still tasted of alcohol but it was the best damn alcohol I had ever tasted. I felt hands rise to my shoulders and lower me back. I made no attempt to stop her as I felt my back come into contact with the sofa arm.

When she pulled back the only sounds in the room were the sounds of our ragged breathing. Her face hovered above mine and I couldn't deny the definite attraction. Slowly I raised a hand and cupped the side of her face, arching up so I could press a kiss to her chin. Her laugh that came next was simply delicious. I blinked. Was delicious an adjective suitable to that action? Oh god, does it matter? Her hand brushed down my neck and arm, finally comng to stop on the skin that had become exposed between the top of my skirt and my shirt. It was those fingertips again. "Have ya bin with a girl before?" She whispered when a silence and no action happened.

"No," I replied simply. I hadn't so it wasn't a lie. If I was honest I hadn't even thought about being with a girl, let alone how I would feel if I got off with one...or more. I swallowed hard and tried to meet her eyes but it proved difficult in the darkness. "Have you?" I whispered.

"No," She muttered as the bag of her fingers trailed over my stomach. For some reason this made me feel a little better because it meant she might be feeling how I was. But how the fuck was I feeling? I heard all these stories about young girls going on holiday and shagging everything that brought them a drink, male or female, then coming back and getting on with their lives and not telling their poor significant other anything. Would they feel any regret or was it simply sex? Maybe sex could be simple. I bit down on my lip and lay my hand on the side of her neck, allowing myself to feel along her smooth skin. "You really are beautiful," She breathed and I felt my cheeks flame.

I was glad she couldn't see this new occurrence in the darkness.

I gasped as her hand slid under my shirt and I shuddered as I felt her fingertips trace the edge of my bra. If she really hadn't done this before she sure had magic fingertips. I felt her hand move down again and grip the fabric of my shirt in a surprisingly gentle way.

"Can I?" She murmured and I nodded dumbly. When I had been with a guy in his bed for the first time, ultimately leading me to lose my virginity, it had not been this gentle or tender. He had been sweet sure, but he had never told me I was beautiful beforehand or asked if he could take my shirt off. Her hands maintained the same tenderness as she moved my shirt up. I sat up straight and lifted my arms, allowing her to slip the garment off. The cool air rushed to my skin, causing goose bumps but the kisses she laid upon my collar bone next soothed me.

She whispered something but I didn't quite catch it but when she finally looked up to see if I was okay, I was taken aback by the intrigue in her eyes. In fact she almost looked hooked. I felt oddly happy that perhaps it was me that had made her look like that. She giggled shyly and looked down, resting her forehead on my shoulder. Her breath was hurried but so welcome against my skin. In fact her whole being was giving me something I had never felt before but desperately desired so much right now.

"Tomorrow morning-" I breathed, not quite sure where I was going with this if anywhere at all. I wanted to ask if she'd still be here if we did anything but couldn't manage it. I didn't know if I wanted to have sex with a girl but when I thought about it, it was just sex. Sex wasn't distinguished by sex...I mean gender.

"If ya want me," She muttered sheepishly. If. There was an if. I smiled widely and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She'd managed to figure what I was thinking without me even saying it. Now that was something that someone had never been able to do before. I nodded and soon enough we were engaged in another passionate kiss, her body moving to lean more on mine as we both relaxed.

I even found my hands moving round to her rear and giving it a squeeze through those very nice shorts of hers. The kiss grew fiestier and soon enough my hands were gripping at the front of her shirt and pulling it up in a manner that was much rougher than hers. She didn't seem to mind however and just removed it. However the separation of our lips didn't last more than a few seconds before they were on mine again.

I breathed in sharply and squeezed her side as her lips fell away from my own lips and slipped lower, tracing down the column of my throat. I let out a breathy moan and lay my arm over my eyes. I was literally on fire.

I nearly threw her off the sofa at the sound of the door opening and the light flicking on. We both span around to watch my mum clinging to the front of a rather lanky man in the doorway. She was just about to lean up and kiss him when our presence seemed to dawn on her.

"Sian?" She muttered. When I say muttered, I mean a very loose slur of the word. Sophie had frozen rigidly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her finger twitch toward her shirt.

"Mum?" I swallowed before grabbing my own shirt and tugging it on. The room fell silent and for a few moments no one moved. It felt like effin' hours.

"I think I should go," Sophie breathed and I looked at her with a soft expression. For a drunk person she seemed quite stable.

"I'll walk you back to your room," I whispered before allowing her to clamber off me, quickly following to stand up myself.

"Sorry to interrupt ya fun, lassie," The man said far too loudly as we made our best effort to scoot past them, avoiding eye contact.

"Sian," My mum muttered but I was already out in the corridor, walking away with Sophie a few steps in front. We moved along in silence to the lift and ascended two floors in the same sort of way. When we came back out onto the corridor, Sophie looked a little put off and I leant over to rub her upper arm gently. She glanced back at me and smiled. I knew we weren't going to talk about what had just happened.

"Rosie's probably got tha' lad in there, my mam was smart to get 'er own room," She said quietly before rubbing the side of her face.

"Well I have ta go back to hear my mum with that fella now," I groaned, suddenly realising.

"Rather my sister than mum," She agreed as we came to a stop outside her door. She sighed and moved her back to the door, gazing out at me. I looked down at my feet then moved forward and rested a hand on
the doorway beside her head. I inclined my head to the side and leant in with deliberate slowness and was rather pleased when she met me half way. The kiss was soft and lingering and I was reluctant to pull back.

When I did however I watched her softly. Her eyes were sparkling and her lower lip was slightly swollen. She looked breathtaking. "See me tomorrow," She whispered as she leant over and played with the end of my hair.

"Of course," I returned in just as quiet of a tone. She nodded and stepped back, putting her hand on the handle and pushing it down. I smiled and moved away, glancing over my shoulder to give her a small wave. She nodded at me with a small smirk before disappearing behind the door. I grinned and put my hands over my face, sliding them back into my hair.

I breathed shakily and couldn't help but beam as I made my way back to the lift.

I froze and let out a long groan.

I hoped my headphones worked when I got back to the room.

There ya go :D

Revieeeewwww my lovers.