AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Euphoria" by Loreen
Laying there on Blaine's bed, foreheads touching, I could feel my boyfriend's breath every time the other teen exhaled. I felt my heart pounding in his chest and wondered if Blaine was aware of it. Some of our clothes already lay discarded on the floor at the end of the bed, and the intent of the night was that the rest of their clothes would eventually join them. However, neither of us were in a rush tonight and maybe there wasn't lilacs but this felt right.
Then why was my heart pounding so hard? Why did I feel that if I didn't make a conscious effort to draw in my next breath, I wouldn't? Or that I couldn't move the hand I had resting on Blaine's shoulder because I wasn't sure what else to do with it.
I know that Blaine wants to take this all the way tonight, and back in the auditorium its what I wanted to. Now, I'm content where we're at. Wish that this moment could last forever so that I wouldn't do something to ruin this perfect moment because everything I had read in those pamphlets had slipped from my mind the moment Blaine had pulled my shirt off over my head.
Blaine moves his hand from where it's resting on my wrist, and cups my cheek.
"It's okay. There's no rush," he whispers softly, moving his hand from my cheek to run his fingers through my hair. "We'll take this as slow as you want and if you should change-"
I press my lips against his, not allowing him to finish that sentiment. As much as I appreciate it, tonight is our night. Despite my hammering heart and the butterflies waging war in my stomach, I want this. I want him.
"I'm ready," I tell him, breaking the kiss but drawing back only far enough to speak.