Sorry this one is a little shorter.
APRIL 12
I laced my fingers through Willow's, both of us lying on her bed. Her mom had gotten called into work, and had been leaving just as I'd arrived. She was surprisingly okay with us being alone together. She had given permission for me to stay. I was still a little surprised by that.
"She didn't even lecture me," I said.
Willow grinned. "Because she lectured me before you even got here. She's convinced that we're already sleeping together. She said I'm eighteen now, so it's my choice. I don't think she's exactly happy about it, but, as she said, I'm an adult now. She just wants to make sure that I'm safe, that's all."
My mom was of the same mindset, really. She just wanted me to be smart and safe about it, but she felt that it was my choice as to when exactly I made that next step. And Willow and I…we hadn't done anything yet, but we'd talked about it. We were both virgins, so there was nothing to worry about in regards to our history. Willow was on the pill, because we knew that we would take that next step soon, so there wasn't much chance of pregnancy.
Not much of one, but there was always a chance.
But we were both eighteen. We were almost done with high school. We were committed to each other. We could handle a baby, if it happened. We knew that was a risk, and we were willing to accept that risk, when we did decide to take that next step.
"Willow?" I said, suddenly nervous. I wasn't quite sure why. Actually, I did know why. I was pretty sure we were going to take that step today. If Willow was feeling anything close to what I was.
She didn't say anything.
I turned to look at her, and she kissed me fiercely. "You know I love you, right?" she murmured against my mouth.
"I love you, too."
"And you know what I would really love to do right now?"
"Mmm, I can take a guess," I whispered, as her hands roamed underneath my shirt. She pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. She must have been feeling the same way I was.
"How do you have a six-pack?" she wondered breathlessly. "You hardly ever work out."
My heart was racing. I was having a difficult time catching my breath. But I answered anyway. "Yes, I do. Just not at the gym. It's called having siblings."
She groaned. "Don't. Don't talk about siblings. That's guaranteed to kill the mood."
"Sorry," I muttered, kissing her again.
We kissed for a few minutes, then Willow pulled away. I was about to protest, until she took her shirt off. I grinned when I saw her bra. "R2-D2?" I asked. "On your bra?" I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. Just a little bit.
She smirked. "You know you love it."
"I love you," I said.
Her smirk widened even further. She had a wicked glint in her eyes. "My panties match." And then she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She wiggled out of them, throwing them off the edge of the bed.
My mouth went dry.
She was beautiful. A freckled goddess.
She leaned forward and kissed me again. She settled her legs over my waist, straddling me. She shifted her weight, causing me to groan.
Then I felt a sharp tug. I broke away from the kiss. "Hold on, hold on. Stop moving. Your knee is…You're going to pull it out."
She froze, huffing in impatience. "Hurry up and fix it."
"I'm trying!" I did some readjusting, but it didn't do any good. Her knee was in the way. "Okay, um, lift your left knee just a bit."
She did.
I pulled the tubing out from under her and took my pump out of my pants pocket. I tried twisting the cap off to unhook the whole thing, but it wasn't working. My fingers were trembling slightly, which wasn't helping.
"Stryker," Willow groaned. "Come on."
"It's not…clicking."
"So twist harder."
"And rip it out of my skin? No thanks."
She sighed. "Here, let me."
"No," I objected, sure that she'd rip it out painfully in her impatience, but she'd already replaced my hand and twisted the cap off. She set the pump on her nightstand and looked down at me.
She huffed. "Great. Now the mood's gone."
I smirked. "I can fix that." I pulled her back down and kissed her. I rolled us, so I was on top, and began kissing along her neck.
"Okay, mood's back."