Pointing Fingers

By: ParamoreXO

A/N: Let me know what you think of this one! I wasn't really sure about publishing it…so if you could review, that would be totally awesome! Enjoy!

"Gwen…what are you doing?"

Giggling, I continued scribbling on my fingers with the red magic marker I'd picked up from my kitchen counter. Fortunately for me, my parents weren't home and had gone out to eat for lunch. Even though they'd warned me countless times that I was to never be alone with a boy at home…well, what they don't know won't hurt them. "Oh, you'll see."

Looking up from the words I was etching over my skin, I saw Kevin's dark brows shoot up. His earthy, dreamy eyes were sparkling with amusement, drawing me in even more. "I know that look. You're up to something."

Capping the magic marker tightly, I blew on my slightly wet fingers, the crisp red ink still fresh and cold against my warm flesh. "Just a little game I came up with."

"I'm game," Kevin grinned, taking a step towards me. I smiled as he tilted his head to the side, dark eyes flooding with curiosity, "So what does drawing on the back of your fingers have to do with anything?"

"On the back of each finger is a type of kiss," I explained, feeling my cheeks heat up at my words. My boyfriend's full, tempting lips slid into an amused smirk, causing a giddy sensation to explode somewhere within me. "The thing is, I'm not gonna let you know what type of kiss is on each finger. What you have to do is pick one and that's the type of kiss you'll get."

"You're so weird, Gwen." Kevin shook his head, that knowing, sexy smile still spread over his lips, "But that's why I love you."

"Cute," I rolled my eyes, giggling as I planted a hand on my hip. Holding up my hand to him I kept my eyes focused on a certain kiss that I knew he wanted the most. Hopefully it'd be saved for last. "Now pick a finger."

"Hmm," sliding a hand out from his pocket, Kevin tapping on my middle one. Of course. "That one."

Curling it down, the word "peck" vanished from view. Getting on tip-toe, I placed my graffiti-free hand over his broad, amazingly chiseled chest. Leaning in slowly, I began to flutter my eyes closed, leading him on to lean in and…

…just like a chicken, I pecked him swiftly on the lips, grinning like Ben on Christmas. I loved teasing Kevin. "I was…expecting more than that," he frowned, obviously not pleased with just one simple peck.

If it was possible, my grin grew even widen as I lifted my middle finger up to him to show him the word "peck".

"Smooth," He commented sarcastically, realizing the hand gesture I was giving him.

"Hey, you set yourself up for it, now pick another finger."

"Okay, this one," He selected my index finger this time, sliding his strong arms around my hips. "So what do I win this time?"

"Close your eyes and pucker up," I giggled as he twirled a lock of my long red hair between his calloused fingers, loving the sensation. Instead of going for his lips, though, I planted my lips firmly on his neck. As he leaned back to give me better access his arms wrapped even tighter around my body, securing me against him. With my hands, I ran them up and down his muscular arms, sighing at even toned rise and fall I came across…which was a lot. It was almost like an insane rollercoaster ride. Sucking on a patch of tender, creamy flesh, I could feel his hands begin to dig into my denim back pockets, holding me firmly. With a little shove, I was crushed against his breathtaking body, his torrent of toxic scents crashing over me like roaring, salty waves of the ocean. As I pinched the flesh covering his neck between my lips, my tongue lightly rolled over it, taste buds barely scraping against it. Pulling harder, my lips caressed the rapidly shading spot on his skin with rapidly growing hunger, yet careful not to break the skin. Just as a choked up sigh escaped Kevin's soft lips, I pulled away, examining my work.

Snapping up my index finger, I held the position of a peace sign up to his face. I watched as the word "Hickey" reflected in his dark, impossibly dreamy eyes. As those obsidian rings shifted over every rise, fall, and flourish of each letter, his massaging fingers crawled out of my back pocket and brushed over the spot where my lips had just been. Pads of his fingers lightly rubbing against the bright red strip of flesh, his lips tugged into a smile. "Guess you got me back after your 'rents saw that last hickey on you?"

Smirking, I began walking my scribble-free fingers up his broad, chiseled chest that was breathtakingly sculpted. Unable to help myself, I buried my head in his vast, muscular torso, feeling his heartbeat banging against my temple. The moment took my breath away, feeling so close to him, to hear that melody that kept him alive…

With one hand still rubbing me from within my back pocket, his free hand found my etched-in one, bringing it up to his face. "I choose…this one," He whispered, placing my pinkie knuckle on his luscious lips. Shivers erupted over my body in reaction to his light, tender touch. Not even having to look at what I had written, I curled my pinkie finger so it pointed up, straight as a pole. "A…nervous kiss?" His voice rumbled in my ear, strong and distorted as it rattled in his chest.

"Mmmmhmmm. You do know what the award is for the Nervous Game is, don't you?" I teased, lifting my head reluctantly away from his warm sighing chest.

As emerald fell upon earthy obsidian, I could see the devious shimmer in those dark rings. "Well, with your version, I bet it's a kiss but I doubt you're gonna let things get that far so I—"

Feeling my blood boil at his words, I pointedly plated both hands on his inner thighs before he could get another word out. "Nervous?" I challenged. For a sliver of a second, I could see the surprise mask his face, flashing in his pit-like eyes. But just as soon as I registered it, he covered it all up with a smirk that made even more anger pour into my blood, making it boil heatedly.

"Nope. That all you got?"

Oh, he was good. Usually, I would've been fooled completely that challenging glint in his eyes that taunted me relentlessly or the totally convincing smirk playing across his full lips. This time, however, I wasn't buying it. I could see that something was different with the way he was grinning… "Then why are you biting the inside of your lips?"

Clearly, by the way his whole body went stiffly rigid, he was caught off guard. Just as I was about to state my victory and lean in for a kiss, I could feel his warm, steady hands fixed directly under my chest. My eyes grew wide at his unwavering touch, "Nervous?"

"N-No!" I squeaked, hearing the pathetic tone of my voice clear as day, mocking me in the ears.

"Then why are you stuttering?" His enticing voice dared, fingers clawing onto the underwire of my bra.

"I'm…not…stuttering," I tried to gather, stringing my words on through gritted teeth.

"So…" the pads of his fingers began to claim the single shreds of fabric at the very summit of my bra, "you're not nervous?"

"No…" A strong, steady voice masked over my true feelings. Truth be told, I was scared as heck, his candy coated fingertips exhilaratingly terrifying. I couldn't decide if I liked this high, a blazing rush zapping my veins, causing my spine to arch and curving my chest out even farther for his greedy eyes. I could feel the sharp edge of my marble counter cut into my lower back as I pressed against it while sandwiched between the table and Kevin's toxic touch.

"Are you sure?" My fingers went numb from their position on his rock hard inner thighs. I clearly had no affect on him whereas his fingertips pinched the fabric of my shirt, lifting it up so that my lacy black bra was in clear view, cotton bunched up upon its perch on my breasts. I prayed that he couldn't feel the rapid, ballistic drumming of my heart, which was thrown into overdrive right now. Blood pounded with every pulse, surging through my veins with an electric shock. "Yes, Kevin. I'm sure." I breathed, not wanting to lose against him. I couldn't afford it for what my pride was worth. Besides, if he won, he'd never let me hear the end of it for the rest of the week.

"Because if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say that one word…" Both of his hands, much to my surprise, slid back down to the underwire. Just as I was about to blow out a sigh, he did the unthinkable. Squeaking in surprise, I couldn't help myself as the tips of his finger, slid under the curved wire. "Okay! Nervous! You win!" I cracked, feeling my racing heart sigh in relief as he slid my shirt back down, drawing his hands away with a chuckle.

"Could you repeat that?" He sniggered, placing his hands back on my hips where I was way more comfortable on having them.

"Don't push me," I gnarled my teeth, narrowing my eyes at his incredibly handsome face.

"Okay, okay," He complied, his little smirk vanishing a little, "What's left?"

"Thumb…or ring finger?"

"Thumb," his dark eyes instantly connected to my 'thumbs-up' gesture, roaming over the simple work. "My favorite," That annoyingly cute and charming grin played across his full lips once again.

"A French?" I questioned, feeling his lips draw nearer to mine. As I got on tip-toe once again, I could feel his minty breath hot on my cheek.

"Definitely."

Closing my eyes, I felt his lips fall onto mine, moving heatedly against them as I followed his lead. With each mesmerizing motion he shifted his lips in, I felt myself leaning back onto the countertop, the cold marble surface prickling my bare skin with goose bumps. The icy surface didn't falter me, though, as Kevin began easing me down, broad chest pushing up against mine as my back was plastered to the tabletop. His hips plastered firmly over mine, I began rotating mine suggestively, feeling his grip on my sides tighten. As the friction between our lips began to travel inside our mouths, causing heated exhilarating sparks to fly wildly, I pulled him into me even more with my hands caught up in his dark, shaggy hair. Poking around in the cavern-like area I'd allowed him to enter, his tongue grazed over the inside of my cheek, causing shivers to race down my spine for a whole new reason. With the tip of his tongue, what he did next made all my insides twist up. Outlining over my taste buds, he drew the perfect heart on my tongue before pulling away completely.

"Wow…" I sighed, as Kevin helped me get back up on my feet. Gasping for air, our chests heaved together as he held me close, arms holding my tight. Closing my eyes, I took the tender moment in. The only noises heard were our settling breath, beating hearts, and the tick of the clock on the kitchen wall…

The time!

Eyes snapping open, I pulled away from Kevin, his arms unwillingly slipping off of me. "Omigosh!" I yelled, my horror-struck eyes taking in the position of the hands of the clock.

"What is—"

"My parents are going to be back in less than ten minutes!" I screamed, instantly feeling the blood drain from my face.

Then, it felt like my worst nightmare come true as the garage door rumbled open, a motor revving in the distance. "Shit…"Kevin mumbled, flinging the pantry door open.

"KEVIN! This is NOT the time for food! I'm not supposed to—" Before I knew it, a sweet, sugary taste filled my mouth as Kevin shoved his hand over my lips. Once he drew back, I noted the box of chocolate chip cookies in his hands as I chew on the food he'd forced into my mouth. Just as I was about to spit it out, I couldn't remember any other moment where I'd been so terrified of my mother's voice.

"Gwen? Honey? We're home!" My mom called out as a wooden door in the far corner of the kitchen flew open, revealing my mother in a snazzy black number. My dad following close behind her, his eyes immediately zeroed in on Kevin, who was digging through the contents of the box of cookies in his hands.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Tennyson," He smiled before stuffing his face. Gulping hard, the crumby substance of cookie dough and chocolate sunk down my throat.

"Hey, mom…dad! How was lunch?"

Cautiously placing her handbag on the counter, my mom's gaze never strayed from Kevin, who was innocently chomping away. "Good…why is Kevin—"

"Oh! He just got here! I thought you guys would be home by now so I told him to come over but you guys were late."

"So…you ate cookies?" My dad volunteered, brows knitting together as he analyzed Kevin's chewing.

"Yup," Kevin answered after a big proportion of chomped up cookie slid down his throat.

"And you two weren't doing anything else?" My mom jumped in, her green eyed gaze shifting intensely between the two of us.

"Mom, he got here like two minutes ago…" I tried, hoping she wouldn't see through my lie.

"Well, he has to be outta here by dinner time." My dad grumbled and sulked out of the room.

Kevin nodded in reply, nibbling on yet another cookie. "I can honestly say that all I've done since I got her was have a very delicious snack."

Oh God. I rolled my eyes at Kevin's words, knowing very well what the meaning was behind his word choice. If the little game we played before we'd been interrupted was a "snack" in his vocabulary, I wondered what he thought classified as a "meal"…

"Gwen, sweetie...what's on your fingers?"

Startled out of my thoughts, I realized with horror my mother was speaking to me. Kevin's noisy chewing stopped, jaw tense mid-chomp. My heart skipped a beat as I curled my fingers into a fist. "Nothing, I just got messy with the marker." Giving me a quizical look, my mom shrugged, exiting the room much to my relief. As I made my way to the sink stationed on the other side of the marble counter, I realized there was one choice kiss left that Kevin and I hadn't done. Scrubbing off the ink printed on four of my fingers, I stared intently at my ring finger. The blood red word "Anything" was fading away as the hot water gushed over it, causing my skin to tingle under the blistering heat. I barely payed attention to the burning sensation, though. We could've had time for something more...something that could lead to other things...

Sighing, I scrubbed the crimson ink off. Whatever Kevin had in store for a "free choice" kiss would have to wait for another day...

A/N: Okay, so I would love your opinion on this chapter! I have no idea why, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to publish it, it all seemed silly…but it is a game so it goes well with this collection. Anyways, REVIEW please and let me know what you think about this chapter!