chocolate 15. passion
chocolate 15. passion
story: second chances ; jigsaw . wordcount: 1072. rating: pg13 (for some raciness)
"I did that one-handed. Aren't you impressed?" This whole Levee/Tony redux continues.
notes: this one directly follows Good Girls Don't, wherein Levee hopped a train on her spring break to come see Tony. With Shayna's, +1.5k for the summer challenge!
I slipped out the bathroom door and let it swing closed behind me.
Tony was sitting on his futon, the only place to sleep in the garage apartment.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey." He paused. I watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "So are you serious? About spending the night here?"
"Oh, deathly."
"Your folks aren't going to care that you're...not staying with them?"
"Oh, God." I laughed without meaning to. "No. They don't even know I'm here."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
I nodded, smoothed down my dress and sat down beside him. The futon sagged beneath our combined weight as I reached over to brush a pretend fleck of something off his shoulder. I just wanted to touch him. I could still hardly believe I was here; it felt like I'd stumbled into a scene from someone else's life. I could hardly believe I was saying, "I just came to see you."
He just blinked at me for a second, then his face broke out in a wide grin. "Seriously?"
He could hardly believe I was here either.
I considered telling him what brought me here: how I was drunk and ashamed of myself for what I almost did at that dorm party, and then how I got back to my room and saw his stupid screen-name on my chat program and everything felt suddenly okay. And how I remembered something Mike had said, that if there's someone you'll drop everything to talk to, someone you'll wait up half the night for, just to catch online...then, well, maybe you should think about that. So I thought about that.
And then all paths led to Tony. All paths led to here, his garage apartment, his futon.
I was sitting there looking at him through this haze of our mutual disbelief thinking if I told him that, maybe reality would come rushing back. But I didn't need to tell him; when I leaned in closer, he leaned in closer too, and then I was kissing him. And that broke the spell.
Kissing Tony was so easy; I'd done it before. He was even the first guy I'd given any serious thought to kissing. Before we'd kissed, I'd wondered...would his nose get in the way? Would it be funny?
It wasn't funny, really. It was kind of great.
I grabbed onto his t-shirt as he started to fall back against the futon and he pulled me on top of him. I kept fighting the urge to bite his mouth, to dig my fingernails into his arms. It wasn't enough to just kiss him anymore. I felt him shudder when I finally gave in, closing my teeth around his lip.
"Geez, Levee," he said quietly
"Sorry," I said. As I leaned into him again, I felt his fingers slide along the bottom of my breast. Our teeth clicked together and I realized I was smiling.
"Don't apologize," he said. "It was just...unexpected."
"I guess I'm just full of surprises," I said.
"I guess you are." He smiled, then sat up a little, leaning on his elbows. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Well..." I dipped my head to brush my lips against his neck, avoid eye contact. It was funny that he has to ask. "Yeah, but I've done other stuff."
He hooked a finger into the strap of my dress to pull me closer again. "What kind of stuff?"
"Well...stuff with you." I swallowed. "And some other stuff."
"You're a lady of mystery."
"Don't call me a lady," I said.
We went back to kissing; that was what I wanted anyway. I said it was familiar, but it was also different, a good different. I knew what to do with my mouth, could really enjoy it instead of worrying I was doing something wrong. And I wasn't going to freak out if he put his hand down my bra. That was behind me. And we weren't at a stupid dance or in the back-seat of anyone's car. And this was all my decision. It was on my terms.
"So," he broke the kiss to ask, "what do you want to do?"
His hand had crept up my bare thigh and his thumb was tickling the crease between my leg and pelvis.
I tried to look put-out, resisting the urge to lean into him. "Are you really going to make me say it?"
He laughed in the back of his throat, fingers ghosting over my underwear. Then he drew his hand back. "Just...maybe you shouldn't, like, rush into things. If you don't want to."
"You don't need to coddle me," I told him. "I want to do this."
I must have said it with enough conviction. He pulled me down and kissed my mouth again and by the time I'd noticed that he'd snaked an arm around my back, he'd already unhooked my bra clasp. I pressed a hand to my chest on reflex. I must have looked surprised; he grinned he raised an eyebrow at me.
"I did that one-handed. Aren't you impressed?"
"I suppose," I started to answer, but he'd found his way into my bra and it ended with a gasp.
"Roll over," he said. The futon creaked beneath us again as we shifted around. I raised my arms and let them fall above my head as Tony started to tug loose the buttons on my dress. I closed my eyes to the sloped ceiling and focused on the feeling of his hands. I had always had a thing for his hands. I used to spend so much time in those band rehearsals in Jack's garage just watching Tony's hands. I loved watching him change guitar strings. I even liked watching him swab out his clarinet. I felt like I'd won the damn lottery the first time we held hands. It was kind of sick.
"What do you remember from when we dated?" I found myself asking. I didn't even mean to say it. There was something about the vulnerable position-lying on my back while Tony ran his tongue down my cleavage.
He laughed against my skin, without looking up. "I remember that you like this," he said, dropping his mouth to my nipple. I laughed too, in surprise, as I twisted my hands into the blanket.
That was probably the right answer anyway.
haha, and then I ended it there because it's late and I'm a tease ♥ there will be more on this part of the story though!
ETA: The next-day story is here now!
story: second chances ; jigsaw . wordcount: 1072. rating: pg13 (for some raciness)
"I did that one-handed. Aren't you impressed?" This whole Levee/Tony redux continues.
notes: this one directly follows Good Girls Don't, wherein Levee hopped a train on her spring break to come see Tony. With Shayna's, +1.5k for the summer challenge!
I slipped out the bathroom door and let it swing closed behind me.
Tony was sitting on his futon, the only place to sleep in the garage apartment.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey." He paused. I watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "So are you serious? About spending the night here?"
"Oh, deathly."
"Your folks aren't going to care that you're...not staying with them?"
"Oh, God." I laughed without meaning to. "No. They don't even know I'm here."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
I nodded, smoothed down my dress and sat down beside him. The futon sagged beneath our combined weight as I reached over to brush a pretend fleck of something off his shoulder. I just wanted to touch him. I could still hardly believe I was here; it felt like I'd stumbled into a scene from someone else's life. I could hardly believe I was saying, "I just came to see you."
He just blinked at me for a second, then his face broke out in a wide grin. "Seriously?"
He could hardly believe I was here either.
I considered telling him what brought me here: how I was drunk and ashamed of myself for what I almost did at that dorm party, and then how I got back to my room and saw his stupid screen-name on my chat program and everything felt suddenly okay. And how I remembered something Mike had said, that if there's someone you'll drop everything to talk to, someone you'll wait up half the night for, just to catch online...then, well, maybe you should think about that. So I thought about that.
And then all paths led to Tony. All paths led to here, his garage apartment, his futon.
I was sitting there looking at him through this haze of our mutual disbelief thinking if I told him that, maybe reality would come rushing back. But I didn't need to tell him; when I leaned in closer, he leaned in closer too, and then I was kissing him. And that broke the spell.
Kissing Tony was so easy; I'd done it before. He was even the first guy I'd given any serious thought to kissing. Before we'd kissed, I'd wondered...would his nose get in the way? Would it be funny?
It wasn't funny, really. It was kind of great.
I grabbed onto his t-shirt as he started to fall back against the futon and he pulled me on top of him. I kept fighting the urge to bite his mouth, to dig my fingernails into his arms. It wasn't enough to just kiss him anymore. I felt him shudder when I finally gave in, closing my teeth around his lip.
"Geez, Levee," he said quietly
"Sorry," I said. As I leaned into him again, I felt his fingers slide along the bottom of my breast. Our teeth clicked together and I realized I was smiling.
"Don't apologize," he said. "It was just...unexpected."
"I guess I'm just full of surprises," I said.
"I guess you are." He smiled, then sat up a little, leaning on his elbows. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Well..." I dipped my head to brush my lips against his neck, avoid eye contact. It was funny that he has to ask. "Yeah, but I've done other stuff."
He hooked a finger into the strap of my dress to pull me closer again. "What kind of stuff?"
"Well...stuff with you." I swallowed. "And some other stuff."
"You're a lady of mystery."
"Don't call me a lady," I said.
We went back to kissing; that was what I wanted anyway. I said it was familiar, but it was also different, a good different. I knew what to do with my mouth, could really enjoy it instead of worrying I was doing something wrong. And I wasn't going to freak out if he put his hand down my bra. That was behind me. And we weren't at a stupid dance or in the back-seat of anyone's car. And this was all my decision. It was on my terms.
"So," he broke the kiss to ask, "what do you want to do?"
His hand had crept up my bare thigh and his thumb was tickling the crease between my leg and pelvis.
I tried to look put-out, resisting the urge to lean into him. "Are you really going to make me say it?"
He laughed in the back of his throat, fingers ghosting over my underwear. Then he drew his hand back. "Just...maybe you shouldn't, like, rush into things. If you don't want to."
"You don't need to coddle me," I told him. "I want to do this."
I must have said it with enough conviction. He pulled me down and kissed my mouth again and by the time I'd noticed that he'd snaked an arm around my back, he'd already unhooked my bra clasp. I pressed a hand to my chest on reflex. I must have looked surprised; he grinned he raised an eyebrow at me.
"I did that one-handed. Aren't you impressed?"
"I suppose," I started to answer, but he'd found his way into my bra and it ended with a gasp.
"Roll over," he said. The futon creaked beneath us again as we shifted around. I raised my arms and let them fall above my head as Tony started to tug loose the buttons on my dress. I closed my eyes to the sloped ceiling and focused on the feeling of his hands. I had always had a thing for his hands. I used to spend so much time in those band rehearsals in Jack's garage just watching Tony's hands. I loved watching him change guitar strings. I even liked watching him swab out his clarinet. I felt like I'd won the damn lottery the first time we held hands. It was kind of sick.
"What do you remember from when we dated?" I found myself asking. I didn't even mean to say it. There was something about the vulnerable position-lying on my back while Tony ran his tongue down my cleavage.
He laughed against my skin, without looking up. "I remember that you like this," he said, dropping his mouth to my nipple. I laughed too, in surprise, as I twisted my hands into the blanket.
That was probably the right answer anyway.
haha, and then I ended it there because it's late and I'm a tease ♥ there will be more on this part of the story though!
ETA: The next-day story is here now!