9 August 2012
Short but INTRIGUING!!!
*Justin's POV* I picked up glass after glass from around the living room, taking as many in my hands as I could. My Mother had reluctantly gone to bed when Drew and I volunteered to clean up. Even though she was hesitant, I bet she was sleeping like a log above us. I tried to fit one more glass in my hand, this action later proving to be a mistake. The three glasses I had managed to secure in my right hand fell to the floor, the ear-splitting noise of shattering glass ringing through my ears. "Ah shit" I cursed, just as the noise reached Drew. She came hurtling out of the dining room and over to me. "What happened?" she asked, as if the sight wasn't self-explanatory enough. "My best friend the panda came over and tried to juggle whiskey glasses. He's a suckish juggler" I chuckled sarcastically, carefully sweeping the glass into a small circle on the wooden floorboards of the living room. Drew gave a gentle laugh to my comment, before bending down to help. "Careful" I warned her, but it seemed to be too late. She swiftly withdrew her hand, a sharp, voiceless "Ah!" escaping her lips. She cradled it to her chest, eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to stay strong. "Let me see" I sighed. Typical Drew. Always getting into some sort of trouble. "Mm-mm" she shook her head vigorously, not daring to open her eyes a centimetre. "You're getting blood all over your dress". "Don't care". "That dress cost me a lot of money". "I care" she suddenly changed her mind, opening her eyes and holding her hand out to me. I took her small hand in mine, examining the injured index finger. A small yet deathly sharp shard of glass was visibly sticking out from the tip of her finger, a bead of vibrant red blood gathering around it. "Wait here" I said briskly, before shooting off to the kitchen. I returned with a tweezers, and found Drew sitting on the sofa as the blood threatened to drip to the floor. I took a seat next to her and we turned to face each other as she held out her right hand. I took it cautiously, scared of hurting her in the slightest. I'd already scarred her emotionally, no need to do it physically too. "This might hurt" I warned. No answer. "Just tell me if it-". "Just do it already!" she burst out, eyebrows raised. I chuckled at her familiar impatience, and grasped the shard with the tweezers, swiftly tugging it out. "Ow!" Drew squealed as the glass left her skin, leaving a small hole in her finger. What it lacked for in width, it made up for in depth, digging down at least a centimetre into her finger. I winced at the sight, before it closed up with a bead of blood. "Justin it's gonna drip!" Drew exclaimed, as if blood falling on a wooden, wipe-able floor was the end of the world. I chuckled at her panic, and brought her finger up to my lips, placing her finger inside my mouth to lick the blood away gently. I gave her her hand back as she blushed, biting back an embarrassed smile. "Thanks..." she muttered, placing her hands in her lap as she stared down at the floor. Should I say something? We hadn't really talked since my speech, if you class that as a conversation. I don't think she did. I certainly don't know what she thought of it. She'd smiled, yes, but did she smile enough to want to be my girlfriend again? I couldn't blame her if the answer was no to that question. I'd been a total ass. One of my ass-iest moments ever actually, and that's saying something. I'd told her i'd go out and have meaningless sex - and then did - told her I didn't love her, and called her a skank. Why would she ever want me back? She wouldn't. That still didn't stop me wanting her. I wanted her so badly. It was unreal. Looking at her now, seeing her sitting there, all beautiful and amazing, it was so difficult not to confess my undying love for her. I knew she still had feelings for me, it was clear when we'd been forced to kiss under the mistletoe, but not strong enough to make her just pounce on me and kiss me. Fine. Then that's what I'd do. I'd make her want me. Not here. Not in this sort of atmosphere. We need something relaxed and chilled out. A movie? Yes! We can lie on the bed and watch a movie. I know she likes me enough to lie next to me at least. "You wanna go upstairs and put a movie on?" I asked innocently. "Uh, sure" she smiled softly, before we rose from the sofa. "Oh what about the glass?" she turned back to me abruptly. Ah crud. "Uh, you go up and get comfy and pick a movie, I'll clean that up" I nodded. "Sure?". "Yeah, go". "Alright, see you up there" she gave me a classic sexy-Drew smile, before heading upstairs. I swiftly cleaned the broken mess, and followed behind her. By the time I got upstairs, Drew was half-way through getting dressed, her sexy black lace underwear the only thing she wore. I wish she was wearing less... Oh shut up. Don't be rude. "Justin!" Drew gasped, finally realising I had entered the room. "Don't you knock?" she exclaimed, spinning around with her back to me. "Uh, I forgot. Sorry" I apologised dazedly, distracted by the sight of her half-naked body. I can't remember the last time I saw her like this. In Malibu maybe. We'd been back from Malibu for a few days now. That's too long. "Justin!" her voice-was high pitched as she realised I was still staring at her. "Oh, sorry" I said again, shutting my eyes. I heard the sound of her rummaging though her duffel bag for her pyjamas. The temptation was too much. I ended up turning around completely I was so tempted to open my eyes and stare. "I uh, can't find my pyjamas. Mind if I borrow a shirt?". She's such an adorable lier. "Yeah sure, wait a sec" I held back a chuckle, turning around and walking over to my wardrobe, doing my best to ignore the sight of her half-naked body. I pulled out a thin red and black check shirt, handing it to her as I spoke "It's clean". I turned back and walked over to the TV, pretending to fiddle with the DVD's beside it as I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She brought the shirt up to her face and smiled, and it was clear that she was inhaling my scent. She was obsessed with that. She was always telling me I smelt really good. I don't know what I smelt of, but "Good" was pretty satisfactory, so, I didn't bother to ask any more questions. She wandered across the room, collapsing down on my bed as I slipped the disc in the side of the flat screen on the wall. "I don't know what I'll wear for trousers. Guess I'll just have to sleep like this" she shrugged. She sucks at lying so much it's absolutely adorable. I love how both of us completely ignore the presence of my grey sweats at the end of the bed, which she could have easily worn. They practically screamed at Drew: HELLO. DO YOU NOT SEE ME HERE. YOU LOVE ME. PUT ME ON INSTEAD OF GOING JUST IN PANTIES. HELLOOOOO. She ignored them though. I got undressed in front of her, deciding to wear the sweats after she hadn't, leaving my upper body bare. I fell down beside her and pressed play on the remote, the dark room lighting up with the glow of the bright TV screen.
Half an hour later, both of us were still pretending that our eyes were glued to the TV screen. Both of us too scared to make the first move, petrified the other would reject it. Well if we both wanted to make a move, then how were either of us going to get rejected? On that thought, I shuffled slowly across the bed, Drew giving me a gentle smile as she pretended like she hadn't noticed. I moved closer again, so close that our bodies could almost touch. "You look cold" I stated. "I am" she lied. At that moment, my heart hurt. I missed our secret language. But at the same time, my heart leapt. I'd just asked if I could hold her, and she'd said yes! I placed one arm cautiously around her shoulders, my arm tensed with nerves. I was shocked when she twisted onto her side to face me, and placed a hand on my bare chest, moving her head to rest on my shoulder. I took that as a go ahead, and pulled her body up on the bed, so our faces were closer. She giggled softly, moving her bare leg to discreetly hook over mine. We breathed deeply and nervously as we pretended to go back to the film. I couldn't stay focused for long though. I sat upright, abandoning Drew on the bed as I switched the TV off, leaving us in total darkness. I felt my way back up the bed, unable to see a thing in the pitch black. "I'm here" Drew's gentle voice glided through the air like silk, her hand reaching out and touching my left shoulder. I followed the voice, my hands crawling up her body to rest at her hips, lifting her to straddle my lap. The only noise was the rushed and ragged sound of our breathing, the only feel of our hands running nervously up and down each other's bodies. I can't remember the last time I did this. Oh wait, yes I can, in my dreams. I was the first to lay a soft kiss on her chest, making a gentle noise slip through her lips. Then her neck, and the moan came louder this time. And then finally her lips, colliding roughly with so much heat and passion I thought I might never pull back. My hands ran under her shirt and down her sides, fingers sliding over the lace of her underwear. My tongue slipped inside her mouth, our lips hot and wet from so much passionate kissing already. Her hands grasped at my shoulders, my neck, my chest, my arms, anywhere with heat and muscle, her hands were there, gripping onto me and begging me never to let go again. I wouldn't. I couldn't. I'd never ever let her go. Not ever. Not for anyone. I'd never stop loving her. She was mine. Mine again, and this time, I wouldn't give her up <3
That's all for tonight :) more tomorrow afternoon or evening - as usual :) x
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