Love me if you dare part 3.
«What are you doing here ?», she asked Marcus who had suddenly left the party.
«What about you ?», he retorted, his back against the corridor wall and his arms crossed on his chest.
She knew him so well and even if he was usually a lonely person she knew there was something wrong. It was their last prom, their last moments of frivolity before to enter into adulthood. He was supposed to be with his friends, having a few drinks with Thelonious, having fun and dancing…Well maybe not dancing but, at least, enjoying the party.
«Cara told me I could find you here.», she explained shyly.
«Great !», he grumbled scornfully.
«What's the problem ?», she wanted to know.
«Nothing !», he replied dryly.
Abby huffed as she felt herself becoming angry. He was insufferable.
«Go back to the party! I'm pretty sure Griffin is waiting for you to another lovely dance !», he spat bitterly, looking at her with contempt.
The young woman opened her mouth, stunned. She hadn't expected this. She frowned and let escaped a forced laugh.
«Seriously? You're jealous of Jake Griffin ?», she asked, half startled, half flattered.
«No, but all these couples make me sick.», he retorted with disgust.
«And what about Cara? She's your girlfriend, right? Why don't you dance with her? I'm sure she would like it !», she asserted with a soft smile.
«She's not my girlfriend, she's just… a girl…», he responded abruptly.
«That's not what she think…», she commentated as she rested her back against the wall next to him.
«I don't care !», he said spitefully.
«You're an asshole you know that ?», she declared but she couldn't help laughing softly.
«Yes, maybe…but I know you like it…», he teased with a light smile.
Abby rolled her eyes and gave him a gentle nudge.
«Just so you know, I'm not interested in Jake….», she tell him, looking at her feet.
Marcus nodded and out of the corner of her eye she could see him smiling discreetly.
«I'm gonna go home, I have to revise for the guard exam tomorrow and it's getting late…», he said without actually moving.
She didn't either. She didn't want him to leave. For some time, their relationship seemed to change. They were still close but it was different. They had always had arguments but as they were growing up their fight was harder and harder.
«Just one dance! With me…», she requested without thinking.
The words had escaped her mouth before she had realized it.
«I don't dance! You know it !», he answered as he was pushing himself from the wall.
«I dare you to dance with me !», she challenged him with a smirk on her lips.
«Abby….», he breathed.
«Play or not ?», she asked seriously as she pulled the pin out of her small handbag.
«Ok, but not in front of everyone.», he accepted unwillingly.
«So, where? Here ?», she asked, not very pleased with this idea.
«No. I have a better idea…», he told her.
Abby gave him an interrogating look.
«Trust me !», he said as he reached for her hand.
The young woman nodded and intertwined her fingers with his. She let him lead her to a small room she didn't know. They were not far from the ballroom and despite the walls, they could hear the music.
«Where are we ?», she asked as she was walking to the large window which offered them a fantastic view of the earth.
«It's an old breakroom for cleaners. They are no longer using it, my father gave me the key in case I would need some peace and quiet to study.», he explained.
Abby contented herself with this answer but she knew he wasn't telling her the whole truth. Richard Kane was sicker and sicker and she was aware of Marcus' difficulty to accept to see his father like this. This place was probably his oasis of calm.
«So…», he said after he has cleared his throat.
Abby felt a large smile growing on her lips.
«I need you to make things right…», she said as she was turning towards him.
Marcus sighed.
«Don't go too far !», he warned her.
«Come on Marcus !», she encouraged him
«Ok, so would you like to dance with me ?», he asked without trying to hide his displeasure.
«Yes !», she accepted with enthusiasm.
«Don't forget Abby, you force me to do that !», he reminded her as he moved forward her and waited.
«Shut up Marcus !», she retorted with a smile, her arms locking around his neck.
She felt his body hardening against hers and she couldn't help giggling softly.
«On my hips…I mean, your hands, you can put them on my hips.», she suggested gently.
«I know where putting them !», he replied dryly before doing what she had just said.
At first, they were both a little uncomfortable, clumsy but they quickly found a rhythm and let the song guide their body. Gradually she felt Marcus relax so she let her head resting against his chest. He had always been taller than her but at this time, she felt so petite, so tiny than ever. She felt safe and warm.
«Not so bad huh ?», she pointed out in a low voice.
«Shut up Abby !», he answered as his chin rested on the top of her head.
For once she did. She closed her eyes and enjoyed this moment. She stopped thinking, nearly stopped breathing when Marcus' fingers started to slide along her spine. It was a light touch but it made her shiver. She never thought about him like more than a friend since their first kiss. Well, in fact, she never allowed herself to thought about him in this way. However, she couldn't deny the heat which was spreading in her belly. Feel his hard body against her own bring out in her some overwhelming sensation.
When the song finally ended, they stopped dancing but they both remained in place, wrapped in each other arms. She didn't know what she really wanted but she knew she didn't want it to end. So she lifted her head and met Marcus's gaze. He seemed as troubled as her.
«Abby…», he breathed with a lump in his throat.
«Shhhh… I just… I just want to try again…», she murmured before getting up on her tiptoes and crashed her lips onto his.
Contrary to their first kiss, this one was hotter and hungrier. They immediately opened their mouth and their tongue started a passionate fight. Abby's nails dug into the skin of his neck as she pressed herself harder against him. Marcus's grips on her hips tightened and he sucked her bottom lips between his.
Abby let escape a frustrated groan when he finally broke the kiss.
«Still weird ?», he teased with a satisfied smile on his face.
«No…», she breathed, asking for his lips.
This time, Marcus cupped her face with one hand and tilted his head to deepening the kiss even more. Abby felt immediately dizzy. It was like she was falling in a black hole but it felt so damn good. She wrapped her arms around his waist and melt into his embrace. It was new for her but doing this with Marcus felt like the most natural thing in the world. Of course, she had already flirted with a few boys but she had never felt what she was actually feeling. She needed Marcus, she needed his kiss, his touch, his scent, she needed all of him.
«I want this to be you…», she confessed as she began to unzip his jacket.
She felt Marcus shiver under her palms. They were so huddled together that she could feel he wanted her as much as she wanted him right now.
«Abby…», he whispered as one of his hand made slowly its way to her ass.
«I dare you to make love to me…», she pleaded as her lips brushed against his pulse-point.
This time, he suddenly caught her wrists and took a step backwards.
«It's not a game Abby !», he warned her, coldly.
Surprise, she let escaped a nervous laugh and shook her head.
«I'm serious, this can't be a game! Do you understand ?», he insisted as he gazed into her eyes.
Abby's smile faded away and she nodded. They stared at each other a few more seconds and then she cupped his face in her hand tenderly.
«It isn't, and it never was, I mean… us…», she said with a soft voice.
She saw a large smile growing on his lips and she couldn't help but kissing it. Their relationship has always seemed strange to all others people. They were fighting almost everyday but they couldn't stay away from each other. With him, she felt like home, like she needed him to breath, to live…
Slowly, Marcus led her to the bunk next to the large window. With every step, Abby felt nervousness and arousal took place in her stomach. His mouth never left hers until the back of her knee hit the mattress. Then she took his hand in hers and rested it on her heart. It was beating so fast and so hard that she briefly thought it could burst through her chest.
Marcus gazed into her eyes as his fingers began to brush against her cleavage. His touch was gentle, almost shy whereas his eyes were dark and full of desire. Without removing her eyes from his, Abby unzipped her prom dress. She saw him swallowing hard as the dress was sliding down her body. She felt her cheeks turning red and her throat becoming dry.
«You are looking particularly gorgeous this evening…», he said in a low voice as his hands were sliding along her sternum and then along her flat stomach.
«With or without my dress ?», she teased him, as she was trying to not shiver under his touch.
«Both.», he chuckled.
«I think this is the nicest thing you've ever said to me…», she pointed out to him as her hands were grabbing the lapel of his jacket and pushed it off slowly of his shoulders.
«Well…, you know I'm not very good at…», he began to explain himself but she shook her head.
«I know !», she said quickly, before taking his hands in hers and pulling him towards her as she sat up on the bunk.
Marcus had never been a talkative person but Abby was one of the only people who knew exactly what he was thinking just by looking into his eyes. She knew his pain, his worry, his joy… Yes, she always knew what he was thinking except when it was about her.
«It's just…I like hearing those words from you…», she confessed when she finally lied on her back, Marcus's body on top of her.
The young man stared at her a few second, thoughtful.
«You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen…», he finally whispered, his lips within an inch from hers.
«I love your hair…», he said quietly as his fingers stroked a strand of her hair.
«I love your mischievous eyes…», he continued before kissing each of them.
«I love your bright smile…», he finished, before catching her lips with his.
Abby wrapped her hands around his shoulder and closed her eyes shining with tears. She would never have thought to hear Marcus tell her this kind of sweet things. She knew it was probably not easy for him but he made the effort for her and she was already on edge.
For a while they had only traded languid kisses, their bodies pressed hard against each other.
«You smell amazing !», he whispered as his mouth began to brush against her cheek, her jawline, and then sucked at the sensitive spot behind her ear.
She let escaped a soft moan and her hands clenched at his hair. She wanted more, she needed more, so she applied a gentle pressure on his head to encourage him to continue his way…
What happens next has been a hot exploration of each other body, of each other pleasure…A dance of tongue, lips, hands and skin… A demonstration of love, respect and care…