becca carr (cookielover) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2011-01-14 00:15:00 |
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Becca laughed softly as the people on the television screen exchanged witty comments. She hadn't thought she would like the movie Clay had chosen for them. So far, though, she was enjoying it quite a lot. Their fingers had laced together at some point. She didn't know who was responsible for that, but she definitely didn't hate it. The contact, no matter how trivial, filled her stomach with butterflies and was beyond welcome. It was an understatement to say that their relationship had been complicated since they had hooked up seventy-seven days ago. It was completely pathetic that she knew exactly how many days it had been, but she couldn't help herself. That weekend had opened her eyes in so many different ways. Without thinking about it, she shifted a little closer to the boy at her side. They were laying on his bed, but they hadn't pulled the blankets over them. She wouldn't go so far as to say that she was cold, but he was a lot warmer than she was. She glanced at him when another funny moment in the movie passed. A smile moved over her features when he laughed. How was he so attractive? It didn't seem fair. ”Are you cold?” he asked her, concern showing in his eyes as she shifted closer. Clay reached for the blankets to cover them as he pulled her against him, his hand moving lightly over her back. His eyes had remained more or less focused on the screen, but he shifted to look at her, offering her a small smile. He was glad she’d come over to watch this movie with him. It was so much nicer than watching it alone. He knew this was dangerous, lying with her on his bed like this. Clay told himself he could handle it, though. He told himself he could hold her and not think about how badly he wanted to kiss her. It wasn’t easy, but he wasn’t willing to accept the alternative. He knew he could force himself to behave. Having to completely stay away from her simply wasn’t an option, so he was determined to make it okay to hang out with her, to control his very vocal hormones and keep things innocent between them. Becca shook her head when he questioned her. As stated, she wasn't cold. He was just warm, and it felt good to be so close to him. "Not exactly," she answered aloud. "You're just really warm…" Though she denied being cold, she didn't complain in the slightest when he pulled her even closer and draped the blankets over them. This was… nice, for lack of a better word. She'd always enjoyed cuddling him, but she found herself enjoying it a lot more now that her feelings for him had changed. She bit her lip when he looked down and caught her looking at him, but she quickly returned the small smile he flashed her. Unlike Clay, she wasn't thinking about how dangerous it was to lay there with him. In fact, she was thinking about how safe she felt when she was wrapped tightly in his arms. He'd made it perfectly clear that she was too young for him. She was trying her best to respect that, but it was difficult not to think about how amazing it had been to kiss and touch him the times she'd been allowed to do those things. Her desire to be whatever he wanted didn't mean she wasn't silently hoping that he would kiss her. Whenever they were together, that hope was present. Sometimes, she worked up the courage to kiss him, but she always hoped he would make the first move. Clay wanted to kiss her. He wanted to do much more than that. He knew it wasn’t right, though. She was only 17. She was still in high school. It might not be illegal in the state of Georgia, but that didn’t change anything in his eyes. His family would be so disappointed in him if they knew what had happened between him and Becca. He was disappointed in himself. He felt very much like he’d taken advantage of her, no matter how willing she had been. “Alright,” he murmured, wrapping his arm securely around her as his gaze returned to the movie they’d been watching. If she liked his warmth, he wasn’t remotely opposed to holding her close. It didn’t remotely help him resist the urge to kiss her, but so far he was managing to exercise some willpower. It was easier when he could distract himself with the movie playing on the television. It was nice holding her, anyway. She smelled good and he liked the feel of her pressed lightly against him. He tried not to think about that too much, though. If he focused on how good this felt, his thoughts weren’t going to remain remotely innocent and that would be a bad thing as far as he was concerned. Becca had been drinking the times they'd had sex, but she didn't think for a second that he'd taken advantage of her. She'd wanted him, after all, and he hadn't done anything she hadn't wanted him to do. If anything, she was the one that had taken advantage of him. Her gaze returned to the television when his did. The hope that he would kiss her was still there, but she was content with being in his arms and largely distracted by the movie they were watching. Without realizing what she was doing, her thumb began to rub absently over his side. Another soft laugh bubbled to her lips when the film amused her, and she stole a quick glance at her companion. This was really a good movie, she found herself thinking that she might have to buy it. Clay tried desperately not to think about that thumb rubbing over his side. It really wasn’t fair that she could make him feel so good with a single touch. He pushed those feelings aside, though. His eyes were glued to the television and he worked to think of anything but how good she smelled, how warm she felt, how if he just turned his head just a little he could brush his lips over hers. “What do you want to do after the movie?” he asked her “A snack? Some dessert? Another movie?” Neither of them had class to be up for tomorrow, so they were free to stay up a little later. He’d have to take her home eventually, of course - asking her to sleep here would really be a bad idea - but not quite as early as if it were the middle of the week. A part of him hoped she wanted to watch another movie. He knew he was playing with fire, but it felt so good to hold her and he wasn’t ready to let go of that feeling yet. Becca pulled her gaze away from the television when he spoke, and she turned her face up to his. His lips were… she tried not to look at them as he began to list their options, but she failed miserably. It would've been incredibly easy to close the distance between them and brush her lips directly over his, but she wasn't brave enough to do it. She wanted to, though. Dessert… she knew what he meant, but her thoughts were far from innocent when he made that suggestion. He was the perfect dessert, after all, and her thoughts were suddenly filled with all the things they could do. When they were close like this, she could remember exactly how it had felt to have his lips and hands on her body… not that she needed to be close to him to remember. She wondered if she would ever experience that again. Guh, she hoped so. "Well," she began, but paused briefly to moisten her lips with her tongue. "You see, all of those things require moving, and me? I'm not really a fan of that idea. Sooo… another movie, maybe?" A smile moved over her features as she spoke. Despite the impurity of her thoughts, just laying here with him was extremely nice, and she found herself hoping that he would want to watch another movie. Of course, there was also the hope that she would work up the nerve to kiss him if they stayed here another couple of hours... Clay nearly groaned when she licked her lips like that. He knew it was an innocent gesture, but did she know how she affected him. Did she have any idea how sexy she look just lying there as her tongue brushed over her lips. He could still remember how soft they were. How good she tasted. Clay desperately tried to think about anything else other than his desire to kiss her, but he couldn’t push the thought completely from his mind. “Hmm, I was sort of thinking the same thing,” he replied with a smile. He couldn’t seem to pull his gaze from her lips, but he hoped she wouldn’t notice. “Although I suppose one of us will still have to get up to put the movie in.” If he just kept talking, he could manage to forget how kissable she was, right? If only he could manage to tear his gaze away from her freshly moistened lips... Becca didn't know. She knew that she was incredibly attracted to him… that his slightest touch caused her entire body to cover in goosebumps. She couldn't help but wonder if his attraction to her had faded when the alcohol left their systems, though. After all, he didn't seem to have much trouble keeping his hands to himself. The corners of her mouth pulled into another smile when he said that he'd been thinking the same thing. Her lips still felt incredibly dry, though, and she licked them again. She might have noticed how he was studying the movements of her mouth had her gaze been locked with his, but she was studying his mouth just as intently. It should be illegal to have such inviting lips… even the deep V that nearly cut his upper lip in half was just so… guh. "It's a... it's a shame we can't bribe someone else to come in here and do it for us," she answered jokingly. ”That is a shame.” Clay’s tone was distracted and a little huskier than normal. His gaze was still practically glued to her lips which she had just licked again and fucking hell didn’t she know what that did to him. His thoughts were mirroring hers and without thinking about what he was doing, Clay reached over to trace the edge of her lips with his thumb. “It really isn’t fair for you to be so beautiful,” he murmured before finally giving up the struggle between his desires and his conscience. A heartbeat later, his hand hand moved to caress over her cheek and his lips were pressed to hers. It’s just one kiss, he told himself. It’s alright if I just kiss her. Becca was vaguely aware of the way his tone had changed, but the bulk of her attention was focused on his lips and how much she wanted to feel them against her own. Did he have any idea what his mere presence did to her? She was trying very hard to behave, but her eyes closed and her lips parted when his thumb rubbed over the edge of her mouth. She knew that he wasn't remotely comfortable with her age, but that was forgotten the second he touched her. "It really isn't fair that you're so..." Her words were replaced with a soft hum of approval when his lips pressed to hers, and a shiver ran down her spine as her entire body covered in goosebumps. How did he do that? No one else had ever caused that reaction. Rather than rushing into the embrace her lips moved tenderly, almost tentatively, over his. She wanted him just as much as she had the nights they'd drunkenly fallen into bed together, but she was in absolutely no rush. Why would she be? This… just kissing him… was beyond amazing. Clay wasn’t sure what had happened in that moment, but his conscience was suddenly and blissfully silent as his lips moved slowly, gently over hers. His hand brushed over her cheek as he gently nipped and pulled at each of her lips and for the moment Clay felt completely at peace. Kissing Becca was amazing. He’d kissed her enough times since their first drunken tryst to be well aware of that. Taking her out for dinner or a movie or what have you usually ended up with a brief kiss on her doorstep as he took her home. Maybe it was the memory of those moments that made him want to control himself so badly, but he wasn’t thinking about that now. There was nothing but the moment. Her lips soft against his. Her curves pressed perfectly to the harder lines of his body. Clay was in heaven and for once he wasn’t focused on how wrong it was. He might regret it later, but for the moment he was happily caught up in kissing the girl in his arms. Another soft hum of approval built with her chest as his hand brushed tenderly over her cheek. Not wanting to break the contact between their lips, Becca breathed through her nose as their mouths worked together. Her hold on him had tightened ever so slightly, but her hands didn't move from the places they were in. He had complete control over how quickly this progressed, even if she ached to deepen the embrace. Regardless of what they were doing, she enjoyed spending time with the boy at her side. Truth be told, though, she lived for these moments. A part of her felt guilty for giving into something he was likely going to regret, but she wanted this so badly that she was willing to act a little selfishly. She told herself that it was just a kiss, that she would do the right thing if it went any further than that, but she wasn't sure that she would. She wouldn't push for more, of course, but she wasn't sure that she would speak up if his conscience was silent long enough for them to do more that just kiss. "Mmm," she breathed as she sucked gently at his bottom lip. Somehow, Clay managed to remember to keep his hands in safe places. His lips were pulling at hers a little more as the kiss seemed to deepen all on it’s own, but he managed to keep his hands from wandering over her curves the way they really wanted to. New Years’ Eve was far too fresh in his mind at the moment, but he reminded himself that he couldn’t let it go that far again. It was probably bad enough that he was allowing himself to kiss her. His willpower only went so far, though. Could Clay really be blamed with the way she’d been licking her lips? Especially with the memory of how good she could feel and taste so fresh in his mind. “Mmmm, Becca,” he hummed against her lips. His arm slipped around her waist as he pulled her closer. Clay knew he was playing with fire, but he loved the feel of her curves pressed against him far too much to care at the moment. Clay might have thought his hands were in safe places, but they weren't. As ridiculous as it sounded, there were no safe places for him for him to touch her. After all, she was turned on by the simple fact that his hands were on her. Her tongue moved forward to move over his bottom lip when he began to pull a little more diligently at her lips. A groan built within her chest when she tasted him, and she pulled that same lip between her own and sucked at it. It should be illegal for him to taste and feel so incredibly good. She allowed her arms to tighten around his frame when he pulled her even closer. Her curves were pressed tightly against his much firmer frame, and she couldn't help but think about they way it had felt to be this close to him on New Year's Eve. They were playing with fire, but she didn't care. It felt too good for her to care. She hoped it wouldn't end any time soon. Maybe safe places wasn’t the right term, but Clay was trying his best to keep things from going too far. Some would say it was a moot point when they’d already had sex, but he didn’t agree with that logic and he was really trying to do the right thing. The right thing probably didn’t involve making out with her, but that’s exactly what he spent the next several minutes doing. Clay’s lips nipped and pulled at hers. His fingers tangled in her hair and he groaned softly against her mouth as their tongues brushed together. “Guh, Becca,” he groaned as he became more and more lost in the embrace. His breathing was growing more and more ragged. He could feel himself growing more aroused with every moment. He knew he should put an end to what they were doing, but he kept telling himself that he would do that in just a few minutes. The truth was, though, that he didn’t really want to stop even though he knew he should. Right now, Becca didn't care whether this was right or wrong. She wanted this… she wanted him. As selfish as it sounded, that was the only thing that mattered to her at the moment. "Guh, Clay," she echoed. Her breathing was just as ragged as her mouth pulled hungrily at his. She pulled the pads of her fingers lightly over his shoulders as she nipped and sucked at his lips and tongue. His flavor was beyond amazing, and a deep groan built within her chest. Like him, she was growing more aroused with every passing second. She silently willed it to last just a few more minutes, though. She knew that she was going to be horribly uncomfortable when his conscience finally forced him to put an end to this, but she didn't care. It was worth it. She pay any price to be this lost in him for this long. Clay repeatedly told himself just a few more minutes, but it was actually several before he finally pulled away from her. “We should.. we should slow down,” he gasped, almost panting as he worked to pull air into his lungs. They had just been kissing, but that didn’t really seem to matter. Just kissing made him want to do so much more and he knew if they kept it up for much longer, he was going to forget about why letting things go farther would be a bad idea. “Do you, um, do you want something to drink?” he asked her. Focusing on things like beverages or which movie to watch next (the credits for the one they’d been watching had rolled by he couldn’t even tell you how long ago) seemed a lot safer than thinking about how much her swollen lips were just begging to be kissed again. Without thinking, Becca groaned loudly in protest when he pulled out of the embrace. Her fingers gripped almost roughly at his shoulders, trying to keep him close. Luckily, though, his gasped words managed to break through the kiss-induced haze that had come over, and she released him. "O.. okay," she panted. She was trying very hard to be understanding, but a large part of her wanted to cry out in frustration. Did he have any idea how she felt in this moment? Rather than behaving like a spoiled child, she closed her eyes and focused on moving air in and out of her lungs. When he asked her if she wanted something to drink, she forced herself to count to five. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. Even then, though, it was difficult to answer his question calmly. After all, every fiber of her being was screaming that she wanted him not something to drink. "Yes, please." Seven months. In seven months, she would turn eighteen. She could wait until then. At least, that's what she told herself as her heartbeat slowed and an ache settled between her legs. Clay knew exactly how she felt. Even though he had been the one to put an end to the heated embrace, he wasn’t feeling any less uncomfortable than she was at the moment. A quick glance to the front of his jeans would probably make that obvious. As such, he couldn’t fault her for the groan of protest as he pulled away. He probably wouldn’t have even really faulted her if she’d reacted to his question like a spoiled child. After all, something to drink was the last thing he wanted right now. “Why don’t you pick out another movie while I get us something?” he suggested, pressing an affectionate kiss to her forehead as he shifted, preparing to get up. “Do you want anything else? Popcorn.” There was a brief pause in which he smirked slightly at her. “Cookies?” This wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but he knew he needed to focus on something else to force his own body to calm down before he said fuck it and did something he would definitely regret later on. Becca didn't doubt that he was feeling some discomfort, but she found herself thinking that it had to be a little easier for him since he'd been the one to end it. After all, he wouldn't have had the willpower to pull away if he felt the way that she was currently feeling. Her eyes closed when his lips pressed to her forehead, and she nodded obediently. A movie.. he wanted her to pick a movie. Did he have any porn? Because, as horrible as it sounded, that was about the only thing she could think of at the moment. She shook her head when he suggested popcorn. She liked popcorn, but she definitely didn't want popcorn. She wanted him. Her eyes lit up when he mentioned cookies, though, and she found herself nodding. "Yeah," she answered without thinking. "Cookies are about the only thing that's going to help right now." How cookies would help with horniness, she would never know. It sounded like a good idea, though, so she went with it. "And maybe something with no caffeine," she added. "I'm about as worked up as I need to be." Once her brain caught up with her mouth, a bright blush moved over her features, but she tried to hide it with a bright smile. Maybe he'd think she was just joking. Clay couldn’t help but chuckle at Becca’s comments. Whether she was joking or not, he had to find humor in the situation. “You and me both,” he muttered at her last statement as he made his way towards his kitchen. A few moments later he’d returned to her side with a couple of cans of sprite and a generous-sized bag of cookies. As anyone who knew Becca quickly learned, it paid to keep an ample supply of cookies on hand. “Did you find anything?” he asked her as he sat back down. Becca groaned loudly once he'd left the room. The last thing she wanted was to put on another movie, but she forced herself to climb out of the bed. Did he know what he did to her? Could he see how incredibly frustrating this was? It took her several moments to find something for them to watch, and she had just slipped it into the player when he came back into the room. "Yeah," she answered as she turned to face him. A smile moved over her features when she saw the bag of cookies he'd brought with him, but she found herself thinking that she would gladly sacrifice that addiction if she could just have him. He was better than cookies, after all. "So.. you ready for a second round of movie, snacks and cuddling?" she questioned as she climbed back onto the bed. Despite what her body was screaming, she was satisfied with just being near him. The occasionally kiss was appreciated, of course, but he was important enough to her that she didn’t mind waiting until he was ready for more. Whether Becca believed it or not, this was frustrating for Clay, too. Just because he had to be the responsible one and put an end to what they were doing when the embrace grew too heated didn’t mean it wasn’t difficult for him. “I am,” he grinned as he slipped his arm around her and pulled her against him once more. His thoughts strayed to how much he wanted to kiss her again, but he forced himself to focus on the movie that was starting to play on the screen in front of them again. He could do this. He could. He could control himself. He had to if he wanted to be around her and cuddling time with Becca just wasn’t something he was willing to give up. |