Rebekah MacKenzie (beckathesweet) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-09-04 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | flashback, rebekah |
A promise made, a promise kept
Characters: Becka, various NPCs
Setting: Minneapolis, MN, six years ago
“That was a really good game tonight,” Becka said, looking over at Robbie after he parked his car.
“Yeah, it was,” Robbie agreed, glancing over at her with a little smirk. “Best part was seeing you out there cheering for me, though,” he added, reaching over to brush a stray strand of hair that had escaped her pony tail back behind her ear.
He was leaning toward her then, his hand still cupping her cheek, and Becka felt butterflies in her stomach. Was he going to kiss her? Did she want him to? Her eyes fell closed just before his lips met hers. It was different and pleasant, but she’d never been kissed before and wasn’t sure what to do, so she tried to mimic the way they kissed in movies. She hoped she was doing it right, but she thought that she must be, because then Robbie was kissing her a little deeper. She didn’t realize what was going on right away, but when he pulled back and undid their seatbelts, she looked at him in confusion.
“We should sit in the back,” he explained with a warm smile. “It’ll be more comfortable without the console in the way.”
That did make sense, and she wanted him to kiss her again, so she smiled at him and said, “Okay,” before opening her side and moving to the backseat. Robbie joined her and didn’t hesitate to lean over and kiss her again. She’d always thought that maybe it would be like fireworks going off in her whole body when she’d finally get kissed – that was the way her friends always described it, but this wasn’t like that. It was pleasant, and it made her feel all warm, but she didn’t really see what her friends had talked about. Even so, when Robbie’s hands tugged her over, she went willingly, straddling him, the skirt of her cheerleading uniform sliding up her legs. There was a spark of something, she wasn’t sure what, at the change in kissing from this position. She pushed against him instinctively, gasping softly into the kiss.
Feeling encouraged, emboldened, Robbie enthusiastically deepened the kiss, his hands moving from her waist to her legs, testing as his fingers teased just under the hem of her skirt. When she didn’t protest, so caught up in the kiss, his hands moved further under her skirt. It was only when his fingers brushed over her between her legs that she gasped and broke the kiss, jerking away. “What are you doing?” she asked sharply, reaching down to tug his hands out from under her skirt and scrambling awkwardly off his lap.
Robbie looked genuinely shocked. “What? C’mon Beck, I thought you were into it,” he said.
“I.... The kissing, yeah! But we’re… I’m not… doing that!” she tripped over her words, eyes wide.
“Why not? We’ve been dating awhile.”
“Three weeks!” Becka corrected, voice going higher. She moved further away from him, pushing against the door.
Robbie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, c’mon, that’s like forever in high school.”
Becka crossed her arms over her chest, willing her lip not to wibble, her eyes not to fill. Is that the only reason he’d asked her out? So he could try to sleep with her? She was feeling hurt and just wanted to get away from him. “You should take me home,” she said, opening the door to move back to the front passenger seat. She put her seatbelt back on and then just stared out the window, ignoring Robbie’s attempts at conversation and the guilt that stirred because of it.