Chapter 5.5: Akari's Dreams.
The light coming through the chiffon curtains was golden and warming. It spilled over the futon and across the room. The cooling breeze fluttered the curtains, and the sky was azure and cloudless.
I sat up, the blankets falling around my hips, revealing my bare skin. I shivered, goosebumps rising on pale flesh.
A firm hand pulled me back down under the covers. A head of dark hair laid on the pillow next to mine, and curious dark eyes winked at me playfully. I was pulled closer, and I offered my lips willingly as he placed his against them.
"Lucas..." I murmured. "It's the afternoon."
This didn't stir him to rising, and I felt a firm thigh move between my own. I bit his lip gently, playfully, and felt his body tense with laughter. He pulled me closer, his strong arms wrapping around my shoulders and waist.
"We don't have anything to do," he commented, his lips moving from mine to my jaw.
I stretched my neck back obediently, feeling his tongue gently trace down my neck and onto my collarbone, where he switched to his teeth to nip tenderly at my skin. I laughed and pushed him backwards into the bed, before swiftly swinging my legs out and dancing across the room.
He reached for my waist but missed me and slumped back into the pillows with a grunt of dissatisfaction. He watched my naked form traverse the room, scanning the floor for discarded clothing.
"You need to go home," I smiled at him, tossing each garment towards the bed.
He caught each one lazily. "I don't think I can walk after-"
I silenced him with a look – narrowed eyes and pursed lips. He only laughed and rolled his hips and legs out from under the covers. His toned limbs were tanned from mid-thigh to ankles from his summer travels. I watched him pull his trousers up to his hips and my gaze followed up his slim torso, where it lingered.
He pulled on his t-shirt and rolled off of the bed to lope towards me, hands outstretched with splayed fingers. I squeaked happily as he pulled my in towards him, his hands roaming up and down my chilled back, sometimes slipping down to squeeze my buttocks.
"You're delicious," he murmured into my ear, before tugging my earlobe with his teeth.
A call from downstairs made us tense – my parents were home.
"Go! Go!" I hissed, pushing him out of the door, as I scrambled for my own clothing.
He gripped my hand tightly, before releasing to dart out of the back before his presence was noted. I paused to watch him go, and my heart ached.