Whispering Sweet Nothings.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Random-Blah that I wrote because I'm a lonely and boring girl living in a romantically deprived world.

Submitted: November 05, 2011

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He pulled her over to him, feeling her arms push against him he let he go just a little. He looked down at her, a look of love in his eyes as he watched her  cautiously.

She let out a dissatisfied, yet confused, sigh as she laid her head on his chest; ignoring his facial expressions completely as she tried to avoid looking at him. She didn't know why she was still there, or why she didn't feel the need to leave immediately. She was lost. Lost somewhere between an unknown tomorrow and an already forgotten yesterday.

"I really, really, like you," he said. He wanted her to know that he meant it, that she meant something to him. Not that she was just another hook-up, he wanted her to know that she was worth more than that to him. He wanted her to love him back.

"And I really, really, think you're drunk," she whispered, pushing herself fully away from him. The wrong point in her acuzation was that he didn't smell of alcohol and he wasn't acting as if he'd been drinking recently. But he was the type of guy who always got what he wanted, and if he wanted her he was going to have to prove that he wanted her.

"I'm not, I promise," he murmured, his brown eyes meeting hers. They deepened in color as he watched her, a strange sadness glowing in them.

She willed herself to belive him, every word he just said. About liking her, about not being drunk. She looked back at him, her brown eyes lighter by comparison, her brown hair blowing against the nape of her neck as his fan spun around faster and faster. The noises echoing the her heart rate, as it started to speed up. "Can you prove it?" she hummed, more to herself than to him.

"Are you willing to let me?" it seemed like a challenge, but his face showed complete seriousness. He took her chin in his hands, moving the hair from her face with a single finger. His fingers traced the patterns on her cheeks, moving like feathers on her skin. She frowned at herself, hating the color that ran up her neck to her face, hating that her breathing was getting faster along with her heart beat. She couldn't stand it any longer. She wanted him to kiss her, she wanted to have him show her how he felt about her.

He looked at her for a moment longer, leaning closer to her as he did so. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel his lips on hers but the feeling didn't come. She opened her eyes to see a tangle of curly brown hair in her face, his mouth at her ear. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he kissed the skin just next to her ear, sending a shiver up her spine.

She shook her head, fisting her own shirt in her hands. "No..." she hesitated.

"You're absolutely stunning in the moonlight, Lilian," he said, putting his hands on her arms just above her elbows. He began to trace the veins in her wrist as his hand moved down at little lower. He brought her wrist up to his face, and kissed just beneath the heel of her hand. The color on her face spread down her neck, and to the top of her chest.

"Um, thank you..." she stuttered. He laid his head on her chest, kissing the side of her neck as he let her wrist go and wrapped his arms around her waist. He had to bend down to put his head on her shoulder, and would have prefered it be the other way around but was enjoying the moment either way.

"You're welcome," he ran a hand through her hair, her semi-straight brown hair that stopped just short of her shoulders. He picked up his head, and his arms pulled her tighter against him once more. "I've been waiting for this, for you, for I don't even know how long...."

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at the fabric of his black t-shirt.

"I've been in love with you, since we first met when we were 7 years old. I've been pretending to be just your friend, because I wanted to get close to you. And I realize that that's all I really want. For you to care about me the way I care about you....Lilian, please" he was begging now, she'd never wanted to love someone more in her entire life than in this moment right now.

She got on her tip toes, and put her arms around his neck to steady herself. "I hope you meant every word you just said..." she whispered to him.

"I did, I really did" he nodded, closing his eyes.

She kissed him, pressing their lips together in a slow, sensual kiss. He let her kiss him, not moving, and staying perfectly still. She pulled away, and stepped back. She took off her sweater, and her shoes. She sat down on his bed, and stretched out so she was laying exactly where he slept. "Are you  coming?"

"I just want to fall asleep, and wake up next to you...that's all I want" he laid down next to her, and put his arms around her.

"Then that's what you'll get..." she closed her eyes, and melted against his chest. "I love you too, Matthew."


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