jillian vaughan (jorinda). (cheerfully) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-07-31 22:35:00 |
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Sam eyed the front door of Jillian’s house as he walked her to it from the car, hands loosely clasped at their sides. “I had such an amazing time tonight,” he told her with a soft smile once they reached the porch steps, and moved to brush a pretend strand of hair away from her face for a reason to touch her more. “I wish it didn't have to end.” Sam said with a sigh. It had been a perfect night: Jillian looked beautiful in her dress - the most beautiful girl at the dance - and they’d taken pictures together and let their parents get all excited. They got to dance and hold onto each other all night, and Sam just wasn't ready to let go. “I can't believe it's already been a month, you know?” he added. Jillian’s cheeks tinged pink when Sam’s hand brushed against her face, and she tried to steady her breathing as best she could. It seemed like her stomach was filled with a million butterflies. She felt so giddy and happy. “I know,” she agreed with a nod, smiling up at him. Normally with high school time, a month felt like longer than it actually was, but not in this case. “But it’s been incredible.” Sometimes she still couldn’t believe she had a boyfriend who was a junior. All of her friends were super jealous of her. But it wasn’t just that Sam was older, he was so sweet too. “And —” Jillian glanced over at her front door. Her parents, thankfully, weren’t peering out any nearby windows that she could see. “It doesn’t have to end quite yet?” She moved to sit on the front steps, being careful not to snag her dress or get anything on it. She wasn’t ready to say goodnight either. “I had a wonderful time tonight too, by the way,” Jillian added, even though she figured Sam probably already knew that. “Yeah?” He asked, the corners of his mouth turning up into an elated grin. Sam gestured for Jillian to wait a second before she sat down, so he could spread his jacket down and keep her dress from getting dirty. “Okay. Now you can sit.” He told her, nodding officially. Maybe some of Sam’s friends didn’t really get why he was dating a freshman, but Jillian was smart, she was funny, she was kind. It hadn’t occurred to him to mind that she was two years younger than he was. Sam moved to sit down next to Jillian once she was comfortable, and stared out in the dimly lit street, but the stars were more than enough when the lamp post didn’t quite do its job. “I’m glad,” he smiled again, turning his face to glance at her shyly. “So what was your favorite part about tonight?” And that was one of the many things Jillian adored about Sam. Not many guys would be thoughtful enough to lay their jackets down for her to sit on. “Thank you,” she told him as she settled herself on it. Once Sam was next to her, Jillian couldn’t resist scooting a little closer. They may have been in California, but it was still February. “Hmmm.” Jillian thought for a moment. The entire evening had been wonderful, honestly. “Probably slow dancing with you,” she finally replied. “Although —” she ducked her head a little and stared at their clasped hands. “I really loved the whole night. Just spending time with you.” Sam was pretty sure that Jillian being bashful was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen. It made him want to kiss her even more than he usually wanted to. He snuggled closer to keep her warm, happier than Jillian even realized that she’d moved closer first. Even though she was the one in a dress, after all, and it did not look like the fabric was anything close to fleece-lined. She needed the body heat more than he did. “Me too,” he told her. “I just.” Sam hesitated, not sure how to best say what he was feeling. If there was even words for it. “I really like spending time with you, Jills. I like this,” he glanced down at their hands together. “I’m really happy. Really happy. And I - ” he hesitated again. “I - Can I - Can I kiss you?” Sam finally managed to say out loud, praying that his face didn’t look like a tomato. Jill looked up at Sam, her stomach doing flip-flops the entire time he was speaking. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest, and she couldn’t stop the grin that lit up her face when he asked if he could kiss her. Everything about this moment was absolutely perfect, and she nodded her head eagerly. “Yes!” she replied. She had been hoping their first kiss would be some time this evening. A first kiss on Valentine’s Day? It was so romantic. She shifted her body ever so slightly so that she was facing him more and began to lean in. Sam’s heart was pounding so loudly in anticipation that he almost missed it when Jillian said yes. “I’ve been waiting all night to do this,” he breathed, and reached a hand up to cup her face before leaning in to meet her halfway. Sam kept the kiss fairly chaste on his end, not wanting to rush Jillian or make her feel uncomfortable, and pulled back to gauge her reaction. Her eyes fluttered open as she and Sam broke apart after the kiss. Wow. She bit her lower lip and grinned, wanting to kiss him again already. So, she went for it. Leaning back in, she pressed her lips to his for a longer and maybe not quite so innocent kiss this time. After a few seconds, she broke it. “I hope that was okay,” she said, blushing faintly. Sam smiled into the kiss as Jillian reciprocated, his one hand stroking her cheek, and the other had made its to way to her waist, where Sam was absently drawing mindless patterns into the fabric of her dress. “Definitely okay,” he gazed down at her happily. “Did you practice?” Sam added with a teasing grin. Normally, Jillian would have made some silly remark like — yeah, she’d been practicing a ton — but she wasn’t sure how well that would go over. It just didn’t seem like the right time to crack a joke like that. Instead, she flirtatiously replied, “No, I guess I’m just naturally talented. But I’d be okay with perfecting my skills even more with you.” Sam’s hands on her cheek and waist were making her wish they were somewhere more private. “Practice does make perfect,” he agreed, trying not to nod too eagerly, because his parents taught him to be a gentleman and to treat ladies with respect. “But I think you’re pretty perfect already,” Sam leaned his forehead against hers, just enjoying being close to Jillian after sharing their first kiss together. And as much as Sam generally thought there was room for improvement in every aspect of life, he was struggling to find something that would make this particular moment better. At the compliment Sam paid her, Jillian blushed even harder than before. “Sam,” she laughed, but didn’t protest. “So are you,” she softly added, reaching up to take hold of his hand that had been previously on her cheek. As if right on cue to interrupt this perfectly sweet moment, the porch light at the front of Jillian’s house switched on, casting a glaring light on the two of them. She wasn’t sure if something or someone had triggered it, but she wasn’t very happy about it either way. “Ugh, I’m sorry. That might have been my parents,” she apologized. Sam laced his fingers between Jillian’s, and felt his face warm slightly when she complimented him, too. And then his face definitely got red when the light came on, even though they really hadn’t been doing anything wrong. “No worries. I should probably let you get to bed, anyway. I’ll text you in the morning.” Sam kissed her one more time on the lips and then stood so he could help her up off the steps. Though Jillian didn’t know how she was going to sleep at all after such a wonderfully exciting night, she nodded anyway. “Okay,” she agreed. Standing up, she took Sam’s jacket from the steps and brushed it off, hoping it wasn’t too dirty or wrinkled, before handing it to him. She felt so giddy right then, and couldn’t seem to stop smiling. “So, um… good night,” she said rather reluctantly. “Night,” he smiled softly, and squeezed Jillian’s hand after throwing his jacket over his shoulder. With one last kiss, Sam leaned against the porch railing to watch Jillian get inside safely - this was Woodsbridge, but it still didn’t hurt to be careful. Once he saw her wave from the window, Sam headed to the driveway for his car, trying valiantly to keep the stupid grin off his face. |