He switches the ignition off, and quickly gets out of the car. He makes his way to the passengers side, and opens the door. He stretches out a hand for you to take hold of, so you can properly get out of the car. You laugh, which makes him cock his head in curiosity.
"What's so funny?", he asks, a hint of a smile present, eyes twinkling brightly with curiosity.
"Nothing", you take his hand, and he gently helps you out of the car, you watch his biceps tense slightly to support you, "It's just.. this is new. I didn't expect you to be such a gentleman".
He carefully eyes you while placing a hand on your back, guiding you towards your front door, "Is that a good or bad thing?"
"Good. Extremely good", your eyes meet, and you can see him relaxing his shoulders a little bit, he's letting his guard down and you smile sweetly in response, "It's a welcome surprise, especially because, from what I've experienced, most men are pigs".
He chuckles heartedly. You can feel his fingers pressing on your back, near the clasp of your bra. It's then when you pick up on the rising sexual tension. You start to feel awfully shy around him, as though the cutest, hottest guy in high school, whom you've had a crush on for ages, just asked you to be his prom date. And out of all the available ladies, you'd never expected him to pick you - one of the geekiest girls in school.
Your cheeks fluster lightly. The muscles in your lower abdomen are twitching anxiously; you're nervous. You bite onto your lower lip, hoping the butterflies in your stomach will stop flattering around soon. But you know, you know you've fallen helplessly in love with him from the very first moment you saw him.
Abruptly, your foot slips away, the frozen tiles underneath betraying you. You start to fall down, letting out a small cry in the process as you close your eyes, hoping that will make the fall less painful, but you never hit the concrete.
You slowly open your eyes to see what has happened. Two worried brown eyes are staring back at you, his face mere inches separated from yours.
"You all right?"
"Ye-yes"
Seth has somehow managed to wrap his arm around you at the very last second and has prevented you from falling straight on your ass. You blush, smiling awkwardly. He raises the bar with an impeccable smile, his pearly whites clearly showing. Immediately, your eyes are drawn to his mouth, his lips to be precisely. Those beautiful lips, they must be so soft, so gentle, you wonder how he tastes, how they feel against yours. You stare, starting to feel conscious of your surroundings. He's holding you in the most perfect Disney love story moment, one hand on your shoulder blades while the other one is on your waist, holding you tightly. This is the perfect scenario, the perfect dip kiss. It feels as though it's made to be.
"Would you, ehm, would you like to come in?", you hesitantly ask him in the heat of the moment, your eyes pleading him to accept your offer, your lips in a small pout. You see him hesitate as well, eyes shifting from one side to another. Clearly, you've said something wrong, and made him feel uncomfortable. The next, following second, you want to hit yourself on the head for wanting to jump to fourth base already.
He slowly licks his lips, looking away from you as he carefully lets go of you, making sure you're back on your feet. He then puts his hands in his pockets, "Do you think that's wise?".
"No, you're right. Absolutely.", you raise your hands in defense, "This is too soon".
He looks at you, his eyes darkened to a dark brown, nearly black, the kind and intelligence glimpse within those chocolate brown pools have disappeared, he just stares at you, face blank, "Yes".
"We shouldn't"
"No", he replies as he slowly approaches you. You automatically take a few steps back until you hit the wooden surface of the front door.
"Definitely not"
You're trapped, at his mercy.
"Absolutely not"
You suddenly feel a strong hand on each hip, gripping tightly. He leans in, his hot breath tickling your skin in this freezing cold atmosphere. You cup his smoothly-shaven face with both your hands. You automatically draw him to you, your hands pulling his face closer to yours until your cold noses touch. Your legs start to buckle, giving in, wobble, feeling weak to the knees as he stares intensively into your eyes with those filled with lust dark eyes of his. You close yours and lean in, pressing your lips against his as a hand goes through his damp, wet hair. Straightaway, his hands guide themselves to your back, his arms wrapping around your body. He picks you up, breaking the connection and you immediately securely wrap your legs around his waist.
"Keys", he orders as he presses you against the door, his mouth finding yours again. Your hand hastily searches your pockets, retrieving the key a few seconds later. His hand covers your hand, pinning it against the wood. His fingers slide up across your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He grinds himself against you, making his new intent clear, and a moan escapes your lips, which immediately is silenced by Seth's lips covering yours. He smiles into the kiss, clearly amused with the effect he has on you already.
He pulls back a little to see what he's doing as he puts the metal in its place, turns it to undo it of its lock and pushes the door open. He carries you inside, quickly closing the enormous mass with his leg to deny unwanted, spying, curious eyes access to a free viewing, or even a glimpse for that matter.
He gently lies you down onto the sofa nearby and hovers above you, with a hand on each side of your head. Seth smirks deviously at you, watching intensively how your fingers grip the zipper of his coat firmly and quickly haul it down. With his cooperation, the winter jacket is hastily tossed through the room, and your fingers find themselves on his chest again.
They slowly, teasingly, travel southwards, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, revealing a fit, toned posture underneath your touch. They reach the hem of his shirt and slowly start to pull it up, a single hand snaking up underneath it, feeling his muscles flex at the warm contact. His fingers work fast to undo the buttons on your jacket, and soon, it follows his. He releases you from the burden of your sweater, and with one swift movement, he lies down and pulls you on top of him, making you straddle his lap in only your jeans and bra.
You lean in to nibble at his bottom lip, breathing between nibs, "Let me repay you the favor. You paid for dinner after all".