Nelaine's Note:
Okay, guys, this chapter gets a little steamy, you know, a little PG-13, but trust me, it will make the story all the better. No, not like that.
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That was the first day I hadn't come to work that year. I knew I was being dramatic in some ways, but I just didn't trust myself to be in the same vicinity as him. I cried, but not enough, and I still had that feeling where you need to let something out of you, something that would leave you and when it left, you would just feel better. Like anger, or pain, or a yawn that struggles to get out of you. That's how I felt.
I gathered myself after a good half-hour and continued with my homework. After, I suddenly remembered that I could call my boyfriend, maybe even visit him, because I knew he'd be home, and since my mom was still at her job, I decided to give Avery a call.
Avery. Yes, Avery.
He always knew how to make me feel better.
I grabbed my phone off of my little IQEA desk, pressed four on my speed dial (my mom was 2 and Cass was 3) and let it ring.
Weird. Every time I called him, even though we'd been together for at least two months then, I felt the familiar feeling of frenzied butterflies in my stomach. I always had to lay down to talk to him, or else I'd probably fall over, dazed by his deep, mesmerizing voice.
I loved Avery. He was sweet, and gentle, and kind, and smart, just... everything I could've ever wanted in a guy. His jokes were the worst sometimes, but they were just so sweet sometimes I just couldn't resist him. He smelled delicious all the time, even if he had just been running or working out, and I loved that. Not to mention he was totally gorgeous, a senior, and a great kisser. He soothed me when I was sad, and the funny thing was, I could say all these things about him, and we'd only been together for little more than two months.
I let the phone ring, the regular buzzing sound, and finally, I heard the noise of the other line, making me immediately feel warm and happy inside.
"Hey," he said gently, his smooth voice lulling me into his hypnotic trance he placed on me, always.
"Hey," I returned.
"What's up, baby? You sound tired." His voice was inflected with concern, making me overflow with warmness. I nearly forgot why I called.
"Um, yeah, I just wasn't... feeling too well today... I was wondering if maybe... I could come over?" I said timidly, wondering what his response would be.
"Sure, babe, I'm not doing anything. You want to come over now?" he asked. I sighed inaudibly with relief, glad he had accepted.
"Yeah, if that's okay." I agreed.
We said our goodbyes and I grabbed my brown ankle boots, slipped them on and headed to my car. I was wearing some dark blue skinny jeans and a maroon, long sleeved cotton shirt. It was three in the afternoon, and my mom wouldn't be home till seven, so I had plenty of time.
Avery lived not far from me, his house a couple streets from mine. His house was regular sized, but it had a beautiful view of a lake behind it and a big front and back porch. I loved his house, because when I visited, it was always nice, the kind of neatness that feels like home, a house you can tell someone occupies... not like my house, not anymore.
I found myself driving the street to his home many times, us always watching a movie, doing homework together (since I took three of his courses) and just hanging out and being silly. His parents were usually out doing there jobs, but the few times that I met them, they were always very kind. They always had a smile on their faces, Avery's features highly noticeable in theirs.
I pulled into his driveway, and there was only his blue Volvo in the front, so I knew it would just be him and I.
Him and I.
I thought about how that sounded, and suddenly, I became very aware that we'd be alone together. I had been alone in his house before, and we had kissed each other goodbye and hello and all that, but I never had this feeling before. Butterflies raged within me, writhing and beating against the walls of my stomach, creating quite a clamor. I took a deep breath and headed to the door.
Why are you acting this way, Etain? I asked, annoyed with myself. I rung the doorbell and waited for an answer, trying to calm my heartbeat before it ran over 200.
I heard light footsteps approach and then the door opened, revealing my beautiful Avery.
He was dressed in a dark green V-neck and some black denim jeans that fit him so well. I immediately smiled when I saw him, and suddenly had the urge to kiss him all over.
"Hey," he said, a smile widening on his beautiful face.
"Hey," I smiled while I stepped in the door. Before I could slip my shoes and bag off, he pulled me into a deep embrace, slightly rocking me back and forth. I returned the hug fully, pulling him tight to me, closing any distance we had from one another. As he hugged me, I buried my face in his neck and mumbled, "I missed you."
"I missed you, too, babe." he returned, sending electric jolts of many indescribable emotions within me. As he pulled away, I looked up at him, my arm now around his waist, locking at the small of his back, while one of his hands was on my hip and another was at my cheek, stroking it softly. I smiled up at him, resting my chin softly at his chest.
"Why do you have to be so beautiful?" I asked. He smiled and shook his head.
"Not as beautiful as you, E. Not even close." he said, gently brushing a hair away from my face, making me blush, smile, and bury my face in his chest once more. I inhaled his scent and almost died, he smelled so good.
"So what do you want to do today, love?" I loved it when he called me that. The truth was I really didn't want to do anything but look at him, be close to him and kiss his face. Suddenly, I had the urge to kiss every surface of his body, his soft chest pressing up against mine definitely not helping.
"Um... let's watch a movie?" I mumbled softly.
"Sure," he said, compliantly. I walked over to his big, soft, sectional sofa that sat in front of a big TV, and plopped down comfortably, while he knelt down and opened a drawer beneath in the TV set, where all his DVDs were.
"What do you want to watch?" he asked.
"Umm... I don't know..." I wondered. I hopped over to where he was, and then looked through, not seeing anything I was in the mood for. Then I saw Titanic.
"Hey, let's watch this!" I offered. Then I realized he was a guy, and he probably didn't want to watch that old romantic movie. My face fell with understanding.
"Oh, I mean, we don't have to watch it, I mean, I understand if you don't want to..." I said, slowly motioning to put the movie back, but then he grabbed my hand.
"No, it's okay, we can watch it. I'll watch it with you if it makes you happy," he said with a gentle smile.
"Are you sure...?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, just put it in before I change my mind," he sad with a devilish smile, poking my ribs and making me squeak with laughter.
I giggled, and put the movie in, and went back to the couch. He followed, sitting on the long part while I sat on the short, pulling my legs up to my chest. We sat where the couch hitched up to make a the sectional, and so I laid my head back on his warm chest, while he stretched his arm around me. I was so comfortable, yet I was hyper aware of his beating heart beneath me, and our closeness to each other.
The movie began, and I snuggled up to him, while he pulled me closer, continuing to lessen the distance between us. Suddenly, I was no longer able to concentrate on the characters on screen; I could only feel the heat of Avery roll onto me, comforting me... and doing other things to me.
The movie progressed on, and I couldn't help but look up at Avery more than a couple of times. When I did, he looked down and smiled at me, planting a kiss on my forehead. When he did, I just bubbled amorously with warmth and amity.
Slowly, Avery began to rub my arm soothingly with his fingers. My skin felt like it was on fire and my heart sped up as he did this to me absentmindedly. He had no idea.
I tried with all my might to concentrate on the movie, but when I looked at the screen, I suddenly froze.
We were at the scene where Jack begins to draw Rose, naked, a totally loving and sensual scene. Suddenly, I felt myself snuggle closer to Avery, this new found courage surprising me. I felt Avery tense beneath me, but then relax again, his heart rate seeming to accelerate for a moment.
Then, without warning, I grabbed Avery's other hand that laid in his lap and covered it with mine. I held it close to me, loving the sensation that he gave me, just knowing we could be together this way. Then, he moved his fingers between mine, so we clasped each others' hands softly. His fingers were long and soft, while mine's were thin and slender, our hands seeming to mold together. He began kneading my shoulder with his thumb, causing me to melt in his arms.
I laid back against him, and he pulled me even closer, finally closing all distance we had in-between.
"You're so soft..." he whispered into my ear, sending me over the edge, the vibrations transferring through his body to mine. I just had to kiss him.
I turned a bit so I was half-facing him, and I craned my neck, aiming to kiss his lips, but instead I got his neck, which wasn't bad at all.
I felt his chest vibrate more deeply as my lips made contact with his baby soft skin. I kissed up, and up, until I met his jawline, admiring his strong bone structure. He sighed almost inaudibly, but I could feel it on my chest, as I leaned more confidently into him.
"You're so beautiful," I mumbled into his skin, kissing every surface I could reach.
"Etain..." he growled hungrily, which made me want to kiss him even more, setting off a beast inside of me. Then, Avery pulled himself gently up and sat towards me, so now my legs draped over his lap and I could finally gain access to his full lips. I laid my arms around his neck, while one of his hands laid on my hip, rubbing softly, and the other stroked my hair. He smiled at me, looking me in the eyes, his pupils seeming to darken with... with... lust? Hunger? I suddenly felt my stomach tighten with excitement and a need for our lips to touch. I leaned in, and I saw he was no longer smiling, but he was looking all over me, making me blush deeply, my face growing hotter every second.
"Come here," he growled, and soon there was no more room for word as his lips met mine.
It was the most amazing sensation I could've ever felt. I tightened my arms around him, opening my palm and letting my fingers travel the nape of his neck, around his shoulder, and through his silky hair.
Oh, his hair. I couldn't get enough of his silky strands that flowed over my fingers, deepening my want for him. He made an mmming sound as my fingers roamed him. His hand suddenly traveled up my side, down... until his hand rested just at the small of my back, his hands touching my bare skin. I sighed with content as he continued making this more dangerous.
His lips moved over mine smoothly and deftly as he explored my lips. I sighed again, loudly, involuntarily as my body began to take over.
He used this as an opportunity to slip his tongue on to my lower lips, opening a whole new level of pure bliss. I wasn't experienced with this, and I didn't know what to do with it, but of course I knew how. Ironically, as Avery let up for air, he said, quite breathlessly,
"Where did...you... you learn... to kiss like this?"
He looked over me with amazed eyes, and soon he returned to my mouth, the few seconds of absence from my lips being to much for both of us. I granted him entrance, and soon he began to explore my mouth with his soft tongue. I played with his tongue, as we wrestled playfully, and his hand traveled to my waist, squeezing and releasing as if he didn't know what to do.
This was getting dangerous.
I moaned into his mouth, and I could tell he was about to say something when suddenly, the doorbell rang and he sighed, and we stopped. I pouted, but then he kissed my lips, while he let his fingers slide over my thigh as he continued to the door, sending shivers down my spine.
He answered it, and it was one of those people who advertise for their college funds and ask you to sign up for some weird thing so they can get $20,000. He smiled politely, patiently listening, quietly declined the offer and shut the door, turning back to me. He joined me once again on the couch, sitting close to me, grabbing my hand and covering me with kisses on my cheek... my jaw... my neck...
Soon, he traveled down to my collarbone and began unbuttoning the front of my shirt, weakening me. I wanted him... so bad... but in my heart I knew we had to stop.
"Avery..." I sighed.
Laying my hand on his chest, attempting to push him away, but failed. He slowed a bit, but didn't stop, planting his kisses on my chest, traveling lower...
"Avery." I said louder, pushing with what I had, against his chest, making him look up at me with a confused pout on his face.
"What, baby? Don't... don't you like it? Are you... not ready?' he asked, sadness clearly shown on his features.
"No, baby," I said, realizing I was a bit breathless. "I love it... so much... I just... think we should wait..." I said. "I want it," I said, a blush rising to my cheeks, "really, really bad. But I don't think now is the time..." I said, looking apprehensively into his eyes, wondering what he would say. I really wanted it to be special for us, if and when we did it.
He sighed, as a look of understanding faded over him. He didn't look mad... he just looked.... a little let down.
I didn't want him to be upset. Was he upset with me? I didn't know, and it worried me.
"Alright, babe...alright. I don't want to rush you into anything... okay?" he said, looking questioningly into my eyes.
"O... okay..." I said, hugging him to my body, allowing our bodies to be as close together as I could get them.
"And Avery?" I asked into his chest.
"Yeah, babe?" he replied.
"You know I love you, right?" I said, purring into his strong hold.
"Me, too, baby, me too..." he said, pulling me closer into him, almost making my heart burst with love.
I pulled away, and kissed him while he sweetly kissed me back his lips connecting with mine.
I retreated, smiled at him, and went to the front door, slipping on my flat Ugg-like ankle boots.
"Bye, love." he said, looking at me with a longing I so wanted to satisfy, but couldn't. Not now, anyway.
"Bye... my Avery." I said, as I placed one last kiss on his cheek, turned and headed out the door as he rubbed his head and reached out for me, his hand sliding down my back and butt, sending shivers down my spine. I turned to him, reached out for his hand, and let it slide until our hands came apart.
I headed out the door, which gently closed behind me, waved bye again, and went to my car.
The air was cold and crisp, raising goosebumps on every surface of my skin. I hurriedly walked to my car and closed the door, grabbing my favorite scarf from the back and wrapping it around my neck. I looked at Avery once more from his window, and I saw him motion, "Call me," with his hand.
I nodded, and backed out of his driveway and made it home just before seven...
That was in February, and since we first got together, it had been five months. Now, though, lately, Avery has been more and more distant, disconnected. And it worried me.
Today was Avery's graduation. I went to the ceremony, and watched him do his speech and everything.
I couldn't believe he was leaving me. I couldn't believe he was going away to college. I was sad, but at the same time, I was happy.
After he had made his speech, someone asked me where the bathroom was, and I quickly told them where it was, not wanting to miss a second of my love's ceremony; an important thing in his life.
When I turned my head back to look at my Avery again, I didn't see him. I saw a tall redhead girl with glasses, being honored by the principal in a white graduation gown.
Must be the valedictorian, I evaluated. I searched all around for Ave, but he was nowhere to be found.
The ceremony ended, and I decided to go looking for him. I looked around in the now deserted hallways, in the AV room, the cafeteria… I even checked in the art room, Avery's fave place to be.
He wasn't anywhere.
Then, I realized I hadn't checked in the gym locker rooms, and decided to look there.
He has got to be here…I thought anxiously.
I walked through the archway that led to the gym offices, and peeked into the boy's locker room, scanning around.
Nothing? I thought, very disappointed.
Then, I felt a hole being punched in my chest. I couldn't breathe… I couldn't breathe…
I couldn't believe my eyes.