Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
Perhaps she didn’t have some kind of foresight, but Stephanie knew what she felt, and nothing before in her life had ever been so perfect. She knew that Stephen had always been the one that loved her most...and when she thought about it, their relationship had been increasingly less platonic over the years. She really wasn’t certain about how many mixed-gender best friends frequently got wrapped up in each other’s arms and just laid there for...well, however long they felt like it.
But they hadn’t kissed before, and definitely not like this. She didn’t protest the sudden intensity of his kiss, her hands roaming up over the soft fabric of his shirt. No other kiss had ever felt like this one, she was sure of it. No one else had ever driven her wild and tamed her at the same time. There was this heat between them kind of like setting off a spark and then watching the flame grow like a wildfire...it was an intense burn that she reveled in. His hands were making her melt into his touch, pliant and wanting.
She held to him steadfastly when he picked her up, helping to support her weight in the best way she could, not caring where he took her. The bed, the couch, some nameless place that was only theirs...anywhere was okay as long as she had him with her.
Hearing him say that he loved her was like something out of a dream. She wanted to pinch herself to know that this was real, but then...it was too vivid, too perfect to be some figment of her imagination. It was just that she had longed to hear him say that and mean it the way that he surely did now, “I love you,” she whispered back, her lips brushing his. Saying it made it that much more real.
She needed this now...like a drug in the bloodstream, she craved him. She caressed his lips with her own, sweet and yet urgent, tasting him like she wanted to so often before. She had one hand tangled in his hair, the other at his neck, fingers pressed unconsciously to his pulse point. She felt restless and content, but the constant was him. It would always be him.