By Jenny
Beta
Reader:
Kerri
Disclaimer:
I don’t own it.
Pairing:
Kyle/Tess (alternating POVs)
Rating:
MATURE
Summary:
Post-A
“Kyle…”
she whispers breathily into my ear as I run my hand along the smooth expanse of
her leg. She has the silkiest skin
I’ve ever felt in my life. I swear
I could stay here forever, just touching her.
Hands
move more urgently and clothes begin to disappear.
Things are moving too quickly, and my head tells me that we should slow
down. I don’t even know how we got
here, and right now, I couldn’t care less.
She
moans my name again as our movements become almost frantic.
I’ve never needed anything like I need this now – like I need her.
“Kyle…” she moans louder.
“Oh,
god, Tess…” I moan in return, cascading kisses down her neck and collarbone.
She
writhes beneath me as I touch her in the most intimate of places.
We’re both panting and I know that it’s too late to turn back now.
“Oh,
Kyle!” she says, louder still. “Oh
my god…Kyle!”
“KYLE!”
I
bolt upright and shield my face as bright light penetrates my eyes.
What just happened here? Where
am I?
“God,
Kyle, wake up! You sleep like the
dead.”
Oh
jeez, I was dreaming. I shake my
head to clear the fuzziness, and realize that it’s the object of my desire
that has woken me. She’s dressed
in a pair of snug blue jeans and a pale purple v-neck sweater that gives me a
nice view of her cleavage. I groan
and wrap my blanket tighter around me, praying that she won’t notice what kind
of dream she just roused me from. Oh
god, I hope I wasn’t talking in my sleep.
“Come
on, Sleepyhead,” she says, “get up and get dressed.
I can’t believe you slept so late.
We’re supposed to be meeting everyone at the Crashdown for lunch,
remember?”
Oh,
that’s right. To make the big New
Year’s Eve plans. Insert eye roll
here. This has got to be the most
overrated night of the year.
I
get up and get ready anyway, and soon we’re on our way to the Crashdown.
We ride along in comfortable silence (well, semi-comfortable on my end),
and I steal glances at her every few seconds.
She’s bopping her head and humming along to the music on the radio.
My mind wanders back to the dream I’d been having.
It’s not the first dream I’ve had about her, but lately, they’ve
been coming more frequently, and they’ve been more…um…explicit.
Ever
since Christmas, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.
Well, that’s a lie. I
thought about her all the time before. I
mean, she sleeps in my bed for Christ’s sake.
But before, my thoughts were mostly along the lines of, Man, I’d
like to get with that. But now,
I look at her and think, God, she’s beautiful.
It’s
a little disconcerting for a guy who’s never had feelings like this before.
Sure, I’ve dated my share of girls, but this is different.
Even with Liz, it was just something to do for fun – someone to hang
out with on the weekends. But with
Tess – I don’t know. I want to
talk to her, protect her, be her companion.
I want to know everything there is to know about her.
Sometimes
I think maybe she feels something for me too, but it’s hard to tell with her.
She’s just naturally so guarded, and every time I feel like maybe I’m
getting past some of her walls, she’ll crack a joke or insult me.
I guess we’re more alike than I ever thought.
When
we get to the Crashdown, everyone else is already there.
“It’s about time you two got here!” Maria exclaims.
“Blame
it on Buddha Boy here,” Tess says, giggling.
“He sleeps like a log.”
A
waitress comes over to take our orders, and after we have all decided what we
want to eat, the planning begins.
“Pam
Troy is having a party at her place tonight.
We could go to that,” Isabel suggests.
Liz
and Maria both roll their eyes. “Ugh,
I’d rather gauge out my own eyes,” Maria says with disgust, and everyone at
the table laughs.
“There’s
the usual hoopla at the soap factory,” Alex says with a shrug, but that
suggestion is met with a chorus of snores.
“What
about Enigma?” I suddenly ask, and everyone shuts up.
I can see an excited spark in Maria’s eye, and I know I’ve gotten her
attention.
“What’s
Enigma?” Tess asks, the only one of us who didn’t grow up here and hasn’t
heard all the crazy stories about the elusive New Year’s party.
“It’s
a secret party that’s held in a different location every New Year’s Eve,”
Liz explains. “Clues are left all
over town, and you go on this sort of scavenger hunt in order to find it.
It’s been going on for years. Since
our parents were kids. Some people
have searched for it for years and never found it.”
“But
what if we don’t find it?” Tess asks.
“Then
at least we’ll have fun looking, right?” Alex responds.
Maria
bounces excitedly in her seat. “Let’s
do it!”
“Everyone
in?” Max asks, and we all agree. “Great,
we’ll meet…” he starts, and I tune him out.
I’m not in the mood for Evans and his need to control everything.
I
excuse myself from the table, and go to the counter to get a refill on my drink,
when I realize that Maria has followed me.
She
takes my glass and refills it at the soda fountain, giving me a smile.
I cock an eyebrow at her. What’s
she up to?
“So
what’s up with you?” she asks casually.
“You’ve been awfully quiet today.”
“Nothing,”
I say.
“Oh,
come on. I know you better than
that.” She sets my glass down in
front of me. “Tell Auntie Maria
what’s wrong,” she says, propping her chin on her hand.
I
can’t help but laugh at her. “It’s
nothing, really,” I say again.
“It’s
Tess, isn’t it?”
I
sputter and almost choke on my drink. She
grins. Damn, I’m caught.
“How
did you know?”
“I’m
perceptive. It’s a gift,” she
says with a wave of her hand. “Things
getting a little tense at the Valenti homestead?”
“No,
it’s fine.”
“Why
don’t you just ask her out?”
“What?!”
What is she doing, reading my mind?!
“Oh,
come on, Kyle,” she says with an exasperated sigh.
“You two have been doing this dance for months now.
It’s so obvious that you’re into each other.”
“It
is?” I ask.
“Kyle,
trust me, if you ask, she’ll say yes.”
I
glance over at Tess, laughing at something Michael just said.
Maybe Maria’s right. Maybe
we should quit doing this “dance” and go for it.
I
look back at Maria, and she winks at me. “What
have you got to lose?”
***
After
all the arrangements for the evening have been made (I trust that Tess knows the
details since I didn’t listen to a word Max was saying), we head back home in
silence. I’m replaying my
conversation with Maria over in my head, and Tess is again lost in the music.
“Are
you okay?” she suddenly asks me.
“What?
Yeah, I’m fine,” I say.
“’Cause
you’ve been acting weird all day.”
I
give her a fleeting look, and she’s eyeing me with concern written all over
her face. Okay, Valenti, I
coach myself, just do it.
“Actually,
there was something I wanted to ask you.”
“Okay…”
she says with uncertainty.
“I
was wondering if…maybe…you and I should go out.
Like…on a date.” There, I
said it. I hold my breath and wait
for her response.
When
she doesn’t say anything, I look back over at her, and she’s smiling.
That gorgeous, stunning smile that lights up her whole face.
Okay, that’s a good sign.
“I’d
really like that, Kyle,” she says.
“Really?”
I say, hoping my voice doesn’t sound as retarded as I think it does.
“Okay, great.” I breathe
a sigh of relief.
“When?”
“Uh…”
I think quickly. “How about
tonight? We could go to dinner at Señor
Chow’s before we meet the others.”
“Sounds
good,” she says.
“Okay,
then, it’s a date.”
“It’s
a date,” she repeats, smiling at me.
It’s
a date.
What
do you wear on a date with a guy that you live with who has already seen
everything you own?
Sighing
heavily, I collapse back onto the bed. Why
am I so nervous about this? I’ve
known Kyle for months now. We live
under the same roof. We’ve even
done our share of flirting. And, of
course, there was the day that we…almost…before Liz interrupted.
So
what’s the problem? Why is my
heart beating so fast that it feels like it might burst out of my chest?
Why do I care so much about what I’m going to wear?
Why does the thought of kissing Kyle give my butterflies in my stomach?
I
guess it’s because things are finally starting to feel real to me.
Spending the holidays with Kyle and the Sheriff and Amy – it was like a
real Christmas with a real family. I’ve
never known anything like that before. Growing
up with Nasedo and seeing all the holiday joy around me, I never thought that
would be me. Nasedo just thought of
Christmas as “another one of those human idiocies.”
I always readily agreed with him, because it was pointless to argue.
But deep down, I longed for what I saw around me.
The beautifully decorated trees, the big dinners, the shopping frenzies.
Maybe that’s why I forced things on Kyle and the Sheriff like I did.
It was my first chance to have a real Christmas.
I’m
also starting to feel like I have a real home here.
Not just in this house, but on this planet.
I’m finally starting to feel like I fit in with everyone else – like
I belong. Sometimes I even forget
where I came from and why I’m supposedly here.
Sometimes I just feel…normal.
That’s
what this date is tonight. It’s normal.
It’s real. And this
thing with Kyle – it’s gone beyond just flirting and witty banter.
I’ve tried to ignore it, but that’s hard to do when it nags at the
back of my mind all the time. Sometimes
I catch him looking at me, and it’s unlike any look I’ve ever seen before.
There’s something in his eyes – something that tells me he really
cares about me. And not because he
has to, but just because he does.
That
in itself is a whole new concept to me. Nasedo
never really cared about me. I was
just a “job” to him – just something he was responsible for.
He was programmed to look after me and take care of me – he didn’t do
it because he really cared. And that
never really bothered me – until now. Now
that I’m finally starting to see what I’ve been missing.
***
Glancing at my watch, I see
that’s it’s almost
My heart rate quickens and
I start to panic slightly. What if
he changed his mind? What if he
decided he didn’t really want this? Was
I being a fool to believe that things might actually progress between us?
But Kyle wouldn’t stand
me up…would he?
Compulsively looking at my
watch again, I pace the kitchen. Should
I call him? Maybe something happened
to him. Maybe he had to run out and
got a flat tire…or worse. Oh god,
what do I do?!
The jumble of erratic
thoughts in my head stops at the sound of the doorbell.
Fearing the worst, I run to the door and open it quickly, caught between
shock and relief when I see Kyle on the other side.
“Kyle?”
I’m confused. Where has he
been and why did he ring the doorbell? Did
he forget his key?
“Good evening,” he says
politely, bringing his hand from behind his back to offer me a single red rose.
Gasping, I take the beautiful flower and bring it to my nose, inhaling
its soft fragrance.
“Kyle, what are you
doing?” I ask with a smile when I finally gain my composure.
“I’m picking you up for
our date,” he says casually, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I blush profusely and
don’t know what to say. This is,
without a doubt, the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.
“Are you ready to go?”
he asks, holding out his arm to me. Who
knew Kyle Valenti could be such a gentleman?
Finally finding my voice, I say, “Let’s go,” and take his proffered arm. He walks me down the stoop and to the Mustang (did he get it cleaned?), opening the door for me and helping me inside. I shake my head and smile to myself. Something tells me this night is going to be full of surprises.
***
Kyle
pulls the Mustang to a stop in front of Pasta Café, which is a fairly upscale
Italian restaurant that I’ve never been to before, but I’ve heard about it.
It’s supposed to be one of the nicest restaurants in town, and a little
on the pricey side. I’m surprised
that Kyle brought us here.
“I
thought we were going to Señor Chow’s,” I say as he opens my door for me.
“I
changed my mind,” he says. “I
thought this might be nicer. Is it
okay?” His face shows momentary
uncertainty.
I
smile to reassure him. “It’s
perfect,” I say.
The
restaurant has a cozy atmosphere, and the hostess seats us at a comfortable
table for two in a quiet corner. Still
being the perfect gentleman, Kyle pulls my chair out for me and I sit down,
unfolding my napkin into my lap.
We
sit close together while we wait for our food, talking comfortably about school,
sports, and Enigma. I confess to him
that this is my first New Year’s party, and that I’m pretty excited about
it.
“Well,
then we’ll just have to make this a night to remember, won’t we?” he says,
giving me a wink. I find myself
blushing at his suggestive tone.
Our
food arrives then, causing us to break eye contact.
Everything looks and smells delicious, and I’m glad that Kyle decided
to bring us here instead of Señor Chow’s.
Simultaneously, we reach for the saltshaker, and our hands touch, sending
little shivers through me. I make
eye contact with Kyle again, and the look in his eyes tells me that he feels it
too. His hand lingers on mine
momentarily before he pulls away.
We
continue our meal in comfortable companionship, but now an air of sexual tension
hangs over the table. I’ve always
found Kyle to be attractive, but now it seems like every little thing he does
makes my body heat up. The way he
raises his eyebrow when he smiles, the cute way his hair curls at the nape of
his neck, the way he licks marinara sauce from his lip after a bite of his
spaghetti. It’s all driving me
crazy.
“Oops,”
Kyle says as some sauce drops onto his hand.
Feeling bold, I lift his hand to my mouth, and gently flick my tongue
across his flesh to lick the sauce away. I
look up at him from under my eyelashes before releasing his hand, seeing that he
appears to be in shock, with a look of hunger in his eyes as if he could devour
me right here and now.
“Just
wanted to help you clean up,” I say flirtatiously before returning to my own
meal. I grin internally, as Kyle
just sits there, completely speechless.
The
tension hangs even thicker in the air as we finish our food and order some
tiramisu to share for dessert. It
seems as if every move we make has a sexual overtone to it.
At this rate, it’s going to be a very long night.
I
decide to push the envelope even further as we eat our dessert.
As sensually as I can, I raise my fork to my mouth, sliding my eyes shut
and slowly and deliberately taking a bite. I
can feel Kyle’s eyes glued to me as I savor the sweetness of the Italian
delicacy. I open my eyes and look at
him, slowly licking a bit of whipped cream from my lip.
“Mmm, tasty,” I purr.
Kyle
is practically squirming in his seat.
“Yo,
Valenti!”
And
the moment’s gone. Damnit!
We
both look up, and it’s one of Kyle’s idiotic jock friends – Paulie
something-or-other. He’s with some
brunette that I recognize from the cheerleading squad.
“Hey,
Paulie,” Kyle says, trying to mask his irritation.
“What’s
up, man?” They do some weird
handshake thing. “You guys gonna
look for Enigma tonight?”
“Yeah,”
Kyle says. “Maybe we’ll see you
there.”
Not
getting the hint, Paulie keeps talking until Kyle interrupts him.
“Dude, I’m kind of in the middle of a date here.”
“Oh,
man, I’m sorry!” Paulie apologizes, and he and his girlfriend finally excuse
themselves.
Kyle
and I just laugh after they leave. “Sorry
about that,” Kyle says. “Paulie’s
pretty dim sometimes.”
I
shrug it off. “It’s okay,” I
say as the waiter arrives with our check. Yep,
the moment’s definitely over now.
“Sir,
did you drop this?” the waiter asks Kyle, handing him a small index card from
the floor.
Kyle
takes the index card from the waiter. “Paulie
must have dropped it. I’ll give it
to him.” He looks at the card, and
I see his eyes grow wide.
“Kyle,
what is it?” I ask.
“It
looks like a clue to Enigma,” he whispers excitedly.
“I think it leads to the Best Western on
“Oh
my god, really?” I’m equally
excited. “Should we call the
others?”
“Let’s
go check it out first. We can call
them when we get there.”
Kyle
hurriedly pays the check and we exit the restaurant, all thoughts of kisses and
sexual tension temporarily forgotten as we head for the hotel.
We
make the short trip to the Best Western in excited silence, but I can’t stop
thinking about our almost-kiss at the restaurant.
I realize it’s the second time that we’ve been interrupted after
coming so close. Buddha help me, I
hope it’s not a sign.
I
glance over at her in the passenger seat, looking so cute and sexy as she smiles
back at me with an eager spark in her eyes.
I love it when she smiles. I
love it when she’s happy. And
there’s nothing I want more than to be the one that makes her glow.
My
heart skips a beat at that thought. My
feelings for Tess are getting deeper and deeper every time I think about her.
Part of me is scared, but mostly I’m exhilarated.
I know I’m falling for her – I’m falling hard and I’m falling
fast. I just wish I knew if she felt
the same way.
I
pull the Mustang to a stop in a secluded part of the parking lot and look
around. “Do you see anyone
else?” I ask, wondering if the clues have led any others to this point yet.
Tess
looks around as we get out of the car. “I
don’t think so,” she says. Looking
at me, she asks, “Where do we go?”
I
pull the note card with the clue out of my pocket and read it again.
It’s a little hard to discern and I’m really not quite sure where we
should begin looking. “I’m not
sure,” I say, furrowing my brow in confusion.
“Don’t you have some alien mumbo-jumbo that can help us figure it
out?” I ask with a chuckle.
She
laughs. Oh my Buddha, even her laugh
is sexy. We’re never going to get
anything done tonight if I can’t stop scrutinizing every single move she
makes.
Thankfully,
she takes the lead. Grabbing my
hand, she says, “Come on. Let’s
go have a look around.”
We
head towards the left side of the building, away from the reception office for
fear of someone seeing us and wondering what we’re doing.
I have no idea where we’re going, so I just follow Tess.
Suddenly she stops, and I nearly collide with her.
She grabs onto me, pulling me into the shadows and whispering,
“Someone’s coming.”
I
see a door to our right and motion to her. “In
here,” I whisper, but when I pull on the door, it’s locked.
She places her hand over the lever and it glows a soft red color as I
hear the lock click. She gives me a
sexy smirk as she pushes the door open. “Come
on.”
“Oh,
wow,” I hear her say as we enter, and as my eyes adjust to the dim light, I
realize that we have stumbled upon the indoor pool.
The crystal blue water glistens from the dim fluorescent lighting above,
and there’s a small, round spa to the left.
Some miniature, potted trees in the back and the thick, muggy air give it
an outdoorsy feel.
“Pretty
cool,” I say, stepping further into the room.
“I wonder how deep it is?”
“Why
don’t you go see?” she says with a playful gleam in her eye.
“Oh,
no, I’m not falling for that,” I laugh.
“What?”
“As
soon as I go over to edge, you’re gonna push me in!”
She
feigns innocence with a mock gasp. “Would
I do that?” she says with a giggle.
“Maybe
I’ll just have to beat you the punch,” I say, lunging at her.
“No,
Kyle, don’t you dare!” she squeals, backing away from me.
But I’m too quick for her, and I’ve picked her up before she has a
chance to get away. She’s as light
as a feather and fits perfectly in my arms.
Like she was meant to be there.
Chill,
Valenti,
I say to myself and shake my head. You’ve
had enough of those thoughts for one night.
“No,
Kyle, stop!” she screams and laughs as I make my way closer to the edge of the
pool. “I’ll use my alien
mumbo-jumbo on you!” she threatens.
No
sooner has she said it than I feel my foot slip from beneath me and we both go
tumbling into the frigid water. I
come up sputtering for air and see Tess doing the same.
“You jerk!” she says, playfully splashing me.
“That’s what you get!”
I
grab her again and toss her back in the water as she screams with delight, and a
battle of wills ensues as we chase each other around the pool.
Being with Tess makes me feel so carefree and uninhibited.
I feel like I can totally be myself with her.
I don’t have to be the jock, or the tough guy, or the class clown.
I can just be me, and I don’t have to worry that she’s going to turn
away. I trust her.
There’s
something about you now
I
can’t quite figure out
Everything
she does is beautiful
Everything
she does is right
I
don’t know what it is about her, but I know I can trust her, which is
something that I’ve never really felt with a girl, or with much of anyone
really. When my mom left, it hit me
pretty hard. I didn’t understand
why someone who supposedly loved me so much could just leave me behind.
It kind of gave me major trust issues with other people.
Even with my dad, there’s always been this gap between us.
Things have been better over the last couple of months, but we’ve still
got a long way to go.
But
Tess – I don’t even know how to explain it.
It was weird at first, having her living under our roof and sleeping in
my bedroom. But with each passing
day, I’ve gotten more and more at ease with her until I can hardly even
remember what it was like before she lived with us.
And at Christmas, when she went to such an effort to make the holiday
special, something just clicked in me. No
longer was she just some orphan who needed a place to stay.
It felt like she belonged with us – with me.
I think…I think I could fall in love with her.
‘Cause
it’s you and me…
With
nothing to do
Nothing
to lose
And
it’s you and me…
And
I don’t know why
I
can’t keep my eyes off of you
There
she is, trying to catch her breath by the edge of pool.
Water drips from her hair and her chest heaves as she pants from
exhaustion. So help me – I don’t
think she’s ever looked so beautiful.
“Ready
to give in?” I ask as I stealthily approach her, cornering her against the
edge.
“Not
even close!” she retorts, and reaches out to grab my shoulders with the intent
of dunking me again. But I move
quicker than her and grab her around the waist, pulling her closer to me.
And before I even have a chance to think about what I’m doing, I
capture her lips to mine in a fervent kiss.
God,
her lips are just as soft as they are in my dreams, and her body fits perfectly
against mine. Needing a breath, I
pull away and look into her eyes, not quite sure what I read there.
“Sorry,” I say, looking down. “I…uh…I
just…I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
All
of the things that I want to say
Just
aren’t coming out right
I’m
tripping inwards
You
got my head spinning
I
don’t know where to go from here
“Don’t
be sorry,” she says breathily and leans forward to kiss me again.
This time she parts her lips, allowing my tongue entrance into her mouth.
Our tongues tangle and caress each other, exploring each and every
crevice. She runs her fingers
through my wet hair and I pull her body even tighter against me.
I know she can probably feel the way my body is reacting to hers, but I
don’t even care. All conscious
thought is gone.
I
feel her shiver as I run my hands down her back, so I pull away.
“You okay?” I ask.
She
giggles. “Just ticklish,” she
says as she kisses me again. Feeling
encouraged, I move my hands to the hem of her shirt and lift it slightly to
touch her bare skin. It feels even
better than I could have imagined.
Jeez,
it’s not like I’ve never done this with a girl before.
But Tess makes everything feel brand new and exciting – like I’m
experiencing all these feelings for the first time.
I even hesitate as I contemplate removing her top.
Sensing my hesitation, she pulls away from me and peels the drenched
fabric from her body, revealing her perfect breasts encased in a black lace bra.
My
hesitation gone and instinct taking over, I reach out and slide one strap off
her shoulder, gently placing a kiss on her bare skin.
I hear her sigh, and look up to see that she’s smiling, and even
blushing a little bit.
“Hey,
what’s going on in here?!”
We
abruptly pull apart at the sound of the booming voice and see the beam of a
flashlight coming from the direction of the plants.
“Let’s
get out of here!” Tess says in a harsh whisper as she grabs her shirt and we
scramble to get out of the pool as fast as we can.
“Hey!”
the voice calls again.
“Quick,
come on!” I say, grabbing Tess’ hand as we make our way out of the water and
back to door from which we came in. We
run out the door as fast as we can and I look behind us to see if the guy is
following us, but I don’t see anything.
“Hurry,
Kyle!” Tess calls as we come in sight of my car.
We hop in quickly and I start the engine, peeling away just as I see the
guard rounding the corner of the building. I
drive off as fast I can, hoping he didn’t get my license plate number.
“Oh
my god!” Tess exclaims with laughter, pulling her shirt back over her head.
“That was close!”
Now
that we’re in the clear, I allow myself to breathe a sigh of relief and laugh
too. “You know, you could have
used your mind freeze to get us out of there.”
“It’s
called a mind warp,” she laughs.
“Whatever.”
“Besides,
it was more fun to get away the human way, don’t you think?” she says with a
wink.
I
chuckle and say, “Well, I guess we should go home and get into some dry
clothes. We’re already late for
meeting the others.”
“Yeah,
I guess,” she says.
Call
me crazy, but I think she’s as disappointed as I am that we won’t get to
finish what we started at the pool.
“Admit
it, you were freaked!” Kyle says as we enter the dark house.
“Okay,
fine, I was a little freaked!”
“You’ve
been chased by the FBI but a little old security guard scared you!” he taunts.
“Shut
up!” I laugh and hit him playfully on the arm.
“Hey, where’s your dad?” I ask, seeing that the house is empty.
“Oh,
he’s spending New Year’s Eve with Amy. You
see what you started?”
“Oh,
admit it, you’re happy for them,” I say.
“Besides, they’re so cute together.
Like two teenagers in love.”
“Except
that they’re not teenagers,” Kyle says with a laugh, tossing his keys on the
coffee table. “I guess we should
get changed and head on over to the school to meet everyone.”
“Yeah,”
I say, heading towards the bedroom. Truth
is, I had forgotten all about our plans while Kyle and I were at the pool.
I’m a little bummed that we got interrupted.
Kyle
follows me into his bedroom. “I
just need a clean shirt out of the closet,” he says, while I rummage around in
the dresser drawer for something else to wear.
As he passes by to leave the room, he turns to me.
“Tess,” he says, “I had a really great time tonight.”
I
smile. “Me too, Kyle.
Thank you.”
He
smiles back at me and goes to leave, but then stops and pauses for a moment.
Turning around, he comes back over to me and places a searing kiss on my
lips, pulling my body flush against him. I
drop the sweater that’s in my hands and wrap my arms around him, completely
losing myself in his embrace.
Our
kisses become more heated as he removes my top and then his own.
I almost gasp at the feel of his skin against mine.
His body is so warm, and his chest is so smooth.
I touch him everywhere, learning the feel of his body.
I feel him reach behind me to unclasp my bra and he gingerly removes the
garment from my body. Gently,
hesitantly, he reaches out to caress my breast, making my whole body tremble.
And
I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
I love being with Kyle. He makes me forget about everything – destiny, home
planets, wars with enemies. He makes me feel…normal. Something I’ve never
felt before. Just a few weeks ago, I would have scoffed at the very idea, but
right now, it seems like the only thing that matters.
I
can feel the shivers from my head all the way down to my toes as his hands
caress my body, making me feel things that I didn’t even know existed. Not
that I’ve never done this sort of thing before, but, god, it has never
felt like this. Physically,
emotionally, mentally – it’s all so new.
His
hands travel down my sides until they come to rest at the waistline of my jeans.
He stops there, looking into my eyes as if asking for permission. I simply give
him a nod. I couldn’t speak now if I wanted to. The world around us has ceased
to exist. It’s just me and him…and the remaining clothing that creates a
barrier between our bodies.
Oh god, I want him so bad that the feeling is almost primal. I have no words to
describe it. And yet, there’s part of me that’s afraid. Afraid to take that
next step…afraid to reveal myself completely to him. He already knows what I
am...but he doesn’t truly know who I am. No one really knows who I
am…not even Max, Isabel, and Michael. Do I trust Kyle enough to lower my
guard, to let him inside, once and for all? To expose myself to the risk that is
inherent in such a moment of intimacy?
And then he kisses me. A kiss so tender, so gentle, that I can feel all of the
fear and uncertainty begin to melt away. I look into his eyes, and the colors of
the world seemed to fade away, until all that is left is black and white. It all
becomes so clear. I kiss him back, increasing the intensity, and the kiss seems
to linger forever. Our lips part briefly, both of us almost gasping for breath.
I can feel Kyle’s desire, but I can also sense that he is nervous. I’m
surprised because I know Kyle has had his share of girlfriends, and I’ve seen
his confident stride close up, but now that arrogant demeanor is gone. He almost
seems doubtful, waiting for a sign from me. So I give him one. I reach down to
my sides, where his hands rest, and grab him by the wrists. I slowly guide his
hands to my breasts, and whisper three simple words into his ear. “I trust
you.”
He looks at me with such sweetness, almost as if to say thank you. I have never
seen this side of Kyle before...and it makes me want him even more. Not just in
a physical sense. I want to hold him…to reassure him...to protect him. To let
him know that he is as safe with me as I feel with him. I reach down and grab
the front of his jeans, and pull him closer. Our lips come together again and I
can feel his weight against me as I lower myself to the bed. The air in the
house is chilly, yet every inch of my skin seems to be on fire. My hands are
still holding on to the waist of his jeans, and I slowly begin to unbutton them.
Then I reach for the zipper, and slowly, nervously begin to lower it, until he
reaches down to undo the last bit himself. He hesitates for just a moment, and I
reach down to help him remove them completely. I then begin to unbutton my own
jeans, as Kyle watches. I look up and smile ever so slightly, and quietly say,
"Help me?"
Kyle grasps the waistband of my jeans, and gently pulls them down over my hips.
I feel his hands brush against my sensitive skin, and it sends shivers
reverberating throughout my entire body. I can hardly wait any longer. I think I
might burst from anticipation. I need to feel him…need him close…as close as
he can possibly be.
Suddenly,
he stops and pulls away, and I’m hit with a moment of uncertainty.
Oh no, my mind races. Things are moving too fast. I was
wrong…he doesn’t really want this. That thought grips me with fear,
because I know I’m already in too deep. I’ve already let myself feel too
much.
”Tess,” he says, “I just…I want you know that you’re not just some
girl to me. I can’t even explain
it…but you make me feel so comfortable…and so real…and I feel like I can
completely be myself with you. I’ve
never felt that way with anyone before. I
just…I…I think I’m falling for you. I
wanted you to know that.”
I’m
at a loss for words, and all I can do is swallow the lump in my throat and nod.
I lean back into him and kiss his lips, hoping that my gesture shows him
how I feel too.