READ THIS A/N:
Isn't writing about truth or dare so much fun? You can easily get characters to do what they are too scared to do normally. Ok, lets just say Rose and Adrian get a little frisky in this chapter. This is not like what I usually write, and I feel that they might be going too fast. Actually, this is the first time I've written this type of scene. But this is all-important to the story, and remember, he loved her even before they got together, and THIS IS IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT.
Chapter 8
"Ok." Lissa said over the phone. "Truth or dare. Me, you, Adrian, Christian, and Eddie."
"My place is free." I offered.
"Ok, I'll pick up Eddie on the way over. Be there in 10"
"Bye." I hung up.
"Adrian!" I called. He came out of the bedroom. "Lissa, Christian and Eddie are coming over for truth or dare, so get ready." I motioned to his body. He was wearing a pair of green boxer shorts.
"See anything you like?"
"Just go!" I pushed him into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. He came out a minute later fully clothed. "Better."
"Better?" He asked, pulling my body so it was touching his. "Don't I look strikingly sexy?"
"Sure, sure." I kissed him lightly and went into our room to change out of my short-and-sports-bra look. Once I came out of the bedroom, the living room had been transformed. There was a spot for everyone and glasses filled with some kind of alcohol, and Adrian sat on the couch, his green eyes sparkling. I unlocked the door so we wouldn't have to open it for them, and sat down beside him. "You know I don't drink when Lissa could be in danger."
"Oh don't worry. They set up wards around this place."
"Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Because we were told not to. Now sit, enjoy yourself." I did, and he grinned, pulling me into his lap. His hands caressed the skin at my waist, and just then, Lissa and the others came in. "Come in, come in." Adrian said. "Lets start the game."
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"Christian…" Lissa trailed odd. "I dare you to… throw my shoe out the window and see who it hits!" By now we were all drunk beyond belief. He walked over to the window, staggering.
"It didn't hit anyone." He reported.
"Dang!" she laughed. "Christian." Lissa said. "It's your turn!"
"Hmmm… Rose." I looked up at him. As the night had progressed, and we become more, and more drunk, Adrian had gotten more physical with me. Adrian kept kissing my neck and caressing my legs. See? Even Adrian gets a little different when he's really drunk.
"Dare."
"Rose. I dare you to… hmmm… give Adrian a lap dance."
"God Christian." But I, being Rose Hathaway, NEVER backed down on a dare. I slung my legs on either side of Adrian's lap. I looked him in the eye, "You sure?" I asked. He nodded. I'd given lots of guys lap dances when I was drunk and playing truth or dare, but none of them meant more to me than this. I lowered myself into his lap, right on top of his crotch, and I could feel he was enjoying this. "Really Adrian?" He just grinned. I slowly started gyrating my hips against his crotch, and he let out a sigh. I didn't meet his eyes. I wasn't ready for this. Our relationship wasn't ready for this.
"Rose, you have to make it believable." Christian called from behind me.
"Fine." I gyrated my hips slower, but harder on his crotch, and leaned down to kiss him on the lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and that first touch was like fire on my skin. But I wanted it. And suddenly, I craved for his touch. It was like the lust charm all over again, only this time, it was my own will.
I knew Adrian had done this before. I mean, he did have that kind of reputation, and I had (way back in my party days), so what was to worry about? His hands were on my hips then, and he guided them faster, and harder. "Adrian." I said, disapproving. I pushed his hands down to my knees. "Nope. This is supposed to be all me." I decided to torture him then. I pulled away slightly, pretending to be done. He grabbed my face in his hands, bringing his lips to mine.
"You know neither of us want that." He said softly into my ear. He guided my hips into place again, and this time I didn't mind when he rocked my hips, much harder than before, against his.
"Adrian." I moaned, completely forgetting Eddie, now sleeping on the floor, and Lissa and Christian, making out next to him. Oh god, I really was drunk. "Oh god Adrian."
"You're really good at that, you know?" I laughed. I was falling deeper and deeper in love with Adrian, and he seemed to be to.
ADRIAN'S POV
"Fine." She moved her hips slower, but harder, and she leaned down to kiss me. The moment my tongue entered her mouth: Fireworks. That was the only word to describe it.
She seemed hesitant though, and I wanted to move her along. I grabbed her hips, and I moved her hips faster with the beat in my head, and I pushed her harder, the friction between us intensifying as we moved faster together. I don't think she realized it, but she was moaning in pleasure. She grabbed by hands, and pushed them down her legs, which were bare, due to the shorts she was wearing. She pulled back. "Nope. This is supposed to be all me." I was fine with that. All I wanted was her. She started to move back, agonizing, but I couldn't her end this, so I brought my lips back to hers.
Why did she have to be so sexy? She drove me wild, all the time we spent together. I couldn't handle it this time. She had this seductive look on her face that drove me further into the madness. "You know neither of us want that." I said softly in her ear, before guiding her hips into place above my crotch, and this time she didn't care when I rocked her, harder and faster than before, on me.
She moaned again. "Adrian." But the way she said it, made it sound like 'please'.
Clothes were but a barrier now, "Oh god Adrian." She moaned again. Of all the people I'd heard moan my name, her voice made it sound the best, like pure her wrapped in three little words. Just like 'I love you'. I loved her. I thought, but didn't have the nerve to say.
"You're really good at that, you know?" I told her. She laughed, and continued to grind her hips against mine, pushing slowly forward so I moaned in pleasure.
"Oh I know." She said, in the typical Rose Hathaway way. "I would kill Christian right now, except from the fact I'm enjoying this." She said. "You're good at this too." She mocked me.
"Fine." I sighed "No more for you." I started to push her off, slowly, making it as unbearable for her as it was for me.
"I'm sorry." She said quickly. "I didn't mean it." I didn't think so.
ROSE'S POV:
"I'm sorry." I apologized quickly. "I didn't mean it." I kissed him quickly, hoping to keep this going forever. The kiss was long, and passionate. He pulled back, and looked in my eyes. Lust filled his, and I'm sure mine echoed those same feelings.
He started guiding my hips again, slower, more drawn out. Once I was doing it on my own, his fingers began to play with the hem of his my shirt. Before I knew it, it was on the floor, and he was kissing from my neck up to my lips, his hands caressing my stomach gently. Ok. Today was a really good day to wear that new black lace bra.
I loved the way he touched me, the way that his skin set mine afire. I loved that voice in my head, completely my own this time, urging me toward him, encouraging me to be with him. Encouraging me to love him.