Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Bee leaned into Greg a little when he sat. It was a subconscious movement, and she only barely touched him with her knee, but she moved closer. She nodded in response to the question about her shin but didn't say anything. There might be a bruise in the morning, but she was fine. The cursing over it was a trick her dad had taught her when she was little; make a big deal over the little wounds, and they never really hurt. But only if you laugh. Laughing was key.
In the warm but dim lamp light, she saw Greg's cheeks redden. She returned his smile, feeling warm all over as he spoke. She was glad he'd enjoyed himself. She was glad he was happy. When he lowered his gaze, Bee reached over and placed her hand gently on his cheek. She turned his face towards her, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb. Her heart began to hammer as she looked into his eyes, but she didn't stop to think. Thinking about any of this would have made her chicken out. Again. "You deserve it, she said quietly. "All of it."
She raised herself to her knees, her hand sliding slowly down his neck to his shoulder. She kept her eyes locked with Greg's, and her movements were slow and deliberate. "No thinking," she whispered. Bracing her hand on his shoulder for balance Bee moved to straddle Greg's lap. She lowered herself to his thighs and gently, with one hand on his cheek and the other caressing the nape of his neck, she pulled his face to hers. "Happy birthday," she breathed before kissing him deeply. It wasn't like in the films, where the first kiss is uncertain and tentative. Those kisses left too much room for second guessing. Bee sought and found Greg's mouth like she'd kissed him a hundred times. She was open to him, and she used tongue and teeth to encourage and invite.