Crushing Gravity

Chapter 18

We are kissing. I don't know how it started or what led up to it; all I know is that I'm on fire. I'm not even sure how I ended up on her lap because I vaguely remember that we were standing.

But I don't care about that right now because she is pressing her body closer to me, gliding her mouth over mine, and I know that I'm not that good at it, but I've- we've- been getting better. We've been practicing.

Just not quite like this. It's still slow, and gentle, but something about it seems more intense. She sinks her teeth into my bottom lip, tugging softly.

It's new; I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to it, but gasping is apparently the right thing because now her tongue is brushing mine. It twists and glides and strokes and caresses.

A noise, a little squeak I've never heard before, comes from my throat.

The tingling down there is starting again, but I can't clench my legs closed because Leah is there. It's uncomfortable, so I shift slightly just to see if it's my position causing it. Doing that both helps and makes it worse.

She lays back on the bed, tugging my waist as she falls to making me follow.

The move causes my hips to shift again, electricity clenching my stomach, and my eyes fly open in surprise. My hands flail when I fall.

One hand finds the bed to brace against, but the other lands on a soft round mound that fits perfectly in my palm.

She gasps, arching into my hand, and I feel a faint throb in my sex.

I freak. I mean, I literally flip out, flying off my girlfriend.

"I'm sorry!" I gasp, distancing myself as quickly as possible.

She props herself onto her elbow to look at me. Amusement quirks her lips in a lopsided smile and her hair is messy.

"It's okay," she tells me, tilting her head to rest it on her propped shoulder. "You can touch me wherever you want."

Heat floods my cheeks and my core tingles again, but her matter of fact statement makes me uneasy.

Is she expecting sex?

She sits up, folding her legs crisscross, and reaches under my pillow. When she put something there, I will never know.

"Come here," she says with a warm smile. I go immediately, sitting across from her on the bed. "I got something for you."

She fiddles with something in her lap, looking suddenly nervous, and starts to hand it to me.

The door swings open, banging against the wall. "What ever you are going, stop doing it because there is an innocent boy in the room!"

My face flushes at said innocent boy, who is covering his eyes with both hands, but still peeking through his fingers.

"Awe, you're not even doing anything." He's still grinning as he drops his hand.

"Get out of here Brady!" Leah snarls, sounding every bit the werewolf she is.

"Relax, relax," he raises his palms toward her, "I did have a reason for coming in here." He turns to me. "Mom says there's someone on the phone for you."

My slight amusement vanishes. "Ignore it."

"But she says that it's-"

"I know exactly who it is, and I said ignore it. Tell her I'm not home, or that I died for all I care."

"Okay, okay," he grumbles. "Geez, I swear that all you women must be on that time of month."

"Brady!" Leah growls, chucking a pillow at his head.

He slams the door shut and the pillow harmlessly falls against it.

With the matter over, I turn back to Leah who is still glowering at the closed door, so I lean over and kiss the edge of her jaw.

She startles and then smiles at me, thrusting the black box she was holding, into my hands.

"Happy birthday," she tells me affectionately.

My pleasant feelings turn to awed when I open the obvious jewelry box.

It's a necklace, and not one of those ones with the delicate chain that will break with one firm tug, but with a black leather cord and a flat charm about the size of a quarter.

The charm is made of silver, and it's engraved with the intricate scene of a wolf and moon and forest and cliff.

My breath catches at the beauty of it.

"Leah..." I look up at her and she has such a soft expression.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah," I nod, and crawl forward to hug her around the neck. "I really do. It's so pretty."

She turns me, spreading her legs for me to sit between, and plucks the necklace out of the box with a delicacy she's always careful to have around me.

She's never rough or forceful, except for those few times she was scared for me (and even then, she's gotten better).

She's always patient with me, even when I get pissed off about something and start cursing at her and shoving her. I know I can't hurt her, which is why I do it- because people pay more attention when you use, or try to use, force. They start to take you seriously.

When she does get angry, which I've only ever made her once before, she takes a step back, clenches her fists, and takes deep breaths until it passes.

Anyone else she will lash out at, like Brady just a few minutes ago, or they would fight as a big dog until they calm down.

She's not like that with me. She's attentive, but never in a bad way.

Her warm fingers ghost the back of my neck as the clips the necklace, and then places an affectionate kiss on my shoulder before resting her head there.

"I love you," she whispers. The words send tingles up my spine. "I know it's so soon, but I do. I love you Sam."

I sigh, tilting my head back to rest on her shoulder, closing my eyes.

"Say it again?" I request.

"I love you."

"Really?"

"More than anything."

"...I've never been in love before, or even liked anyone, so I don't know what it feels like..."

"It's okay."

"But I think I love you."

I feel her breath catch and then speed up.

"Really?"

"You're the most important thing in my life," I answer honestly.

"Say it again; say that you love me again."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"It hurts. Why does it hurt?"

She's silent, pausing in her absent ministrations of rubbing circles into my belly. She starts again after a moment.

"I don't know."

"...I love you."

She presses her mouth into my shoulder, and I can feel her smile. She kisses it and then wraps her arms more firmly around me to drag me backwards so she can lean against the wall. Her hold becomes gentle again and she places another kiss on my neck before relaxing into the wall.

I feel drowsy as well after just eating lunch and with her warm body heat pressing into my back. Well, not really drowsy, but lazy.

For the first time, it doesn't feel like I have to move around. I feel content to just sit there in my girlfriend's arms.

A/N: So, just a little filler type thing. And I have a question that I would honestly like an answer to. Should I make this rated M? Like, you know, put M rated content in it?

Of course it wont be for a while and I know that some of this stuff is already on the edge of being M but, I don't know, I'd just like your thoughts on that. And I promise that it wound't be anything bad happening to her if that's what you might be worried about.

Anyway, just let me know. We have a little bit but this story is getting close to the end.

~Silver~