Chapter 28: I Guess You're Right After All
Reid somehow woke up and looked at the clock. It read 3:19 P.M. It was still dark in his room. The window didn't show the sun. Must be a shitty day. It was raining.He recalled what happened last night. The dance, Chase, the hospital, Browen, My Browen. He couldn't help but feel the victory that he won her over. He smirked and looked down at his chest where her head was nuzzled. He internally laughed how he changed perspective of Browen. At first, he thought of her as a know-it-all bitch. Now, a bitch (sometimes) and a girl who is his equal and match.
At the thought of losing her, Reid unconsciously held tighter. This caused Browen to wake. She deepened her breath. Browen opened her eyes and tilted her head to see Reid. "You awake?" she said. "Yeah, sorry I woke you, sweets." "It's fine." Browen saw his intense blue eyes filled with all sorts of emotions. She knew he loved her. She quickly doubted what she said last night. Did she love him? One part said she only said that so that Reid wouldn't leave her. Maybe it was a blessing they didn't follow through last night. The other part of her said that he loves him as a friend. The last part says that she loves him, all of him.
He put a finger to her lips. He outlined her mouth, nose, and cheeks. It was unfamiliar to Reid doing all the lovey-dovey crap but he liked it. He admitted. Browen was thinking that if you have doubt but still believe in something, it's faith. So hopefully, this is faith she has in Reid and her. She was looking in those extravagant blue eyes. I have faith. She felt the need to hold tighter then. Her deep breath explored his chest. Reluctantly, she sat straight up. "Not yet," Reid mumbled. "It's after three PM. If we sleep any longer, we'll be up all night." "I still don't see that as a problem," Reid gave a sharky grin. Browen snapped a look of disgust and eye rolling.
"Like you haven't thought of me and what I'll do to you because you know, I have sweets," he whispered behind her. Browen gave a side open smirk and tilted her head enough to see him out of the corner of her eye. "I've thought some things but not that," she replied. Reid was expecting her to add with a smart ass insult but was shocked when he heard, "I was thinking more what I would do to you." Boy, did this made Reid a little dizzy with lust. It was sort of a smart ass challenge comment but he liked it, too much. She fully turned around to see Reid's slightly stupefied face. "Yeah okay," he replied sitting up against the headboard, "Somehow I don't see you as a sultry vixen, not yet anyways." Reid unknowingly sent a challenge. "Really?" Browen said in a mock surprise. It won't hurt playing with him now though. I'm such a tease. Her grin slowly emerged and started to stalk like a cat to him.
She slunk her face to his and breathed by his mouth. She froze there and knew that she jolted his pulse a bit. She barely touched her lips against his and uncontrollably smashed his against hers. She straddled his lap. Her hands moved from his chest, to arms, face, stomach, and everywhere in between. Things started to escalate. Browen moved her tantalizing kisses and bites to his chin, then to stubbled jaw, to his throat, to the crook, to the clavicle. She took a short breath and began to approach his pectoral. She had felt some of his breaths with deep inhales and shaky exhales. His nipple was at eye level. Her hot breath got it aroused and knew just to do with it. She softly massaged it with her tongue. She inhaled it and began to play rough.
Reid started to moan. She then trailed on below to his naval. She did a number or two to it. Then, she moved more slowly and thoughtfully to the hem of his shorts. She started to tug on the shorts. Reid was starting to brace himself for what was about to happen. Browen paused, sat straight up, and saw him face to face, "Hm, I guess you're right after all." She created a revenging smile and got up to change in the bathroom. Reid was left hard up. He mentally kicked himself for the arrogant comment. You know, this is one of the few times, I should've kept my mouth shut. Browen came out in sweats (his). This made Reid even more turned on, her in his clothes. Browen noticed his shorts.
"You might want to take care of that before you take me home or you might hurt yourself," she cooly said. Reid gave Browen a "don't push it" face. She was leaning on the wall by the doorframe. He walked past her. She figured he was on his way to "help himself" but then felt more than a tug on her arm. Reid yanked to the other side of the doorframe and had her against the wall. He held her wrist and her back to the wall. "Fuckin' tease," he spatted. "I know," she replied. Browen felt like a pancake between the wall and him. He played hardball and started to retaliate. He marked his territory by heavy kisses and lustful bites where ever he can sink his teeth into (literally). She was turned on but still in control of herself. How long can this tension last?