crypt | meme | #001 -- hardest words to say ( and i'd do anything to make you stay )

meme | #001 -- hardest words to say ( and i'd do anything to make you stay )

HARDEST THING TO SAY MEME

Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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01. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE Unfortunately, you can't keep lying to your partner/friend/family anymore. You just don't feel the same for them anymore.
02. I WOULD KILL YOU The person who means so much to you has done something completely unforgivable and now it's time to make sure they know where they stand. You would kill them if you ever got the chance.
03. I LOVE YOU, BUT... A bittersweet love confession. You know you love this person more than anything, but you're not sure you can give them what they need.
04. I DON'T TRUST YOU No matter how you feel about this person, you really can't trust them anymore.
05. SACRIFICE You're going to sacrifice yourself, for the person you're talking with or for the good of all humanity. You want them to know the reasons and that there's no stopping you.
06. TROUBLE You're in trouble and you might not make it through. You need to let at least one person know how you feel before it's too late though.
07. CRIME CONFESSION You did something you weren't proud of and now it's time to admit it.
08. DEMONS We've all got our demons and we've all got our own personal nightmares we have to face, but this time? You can't hold it all back.
09. I'M PREGNANT... Now's not the best time for it maybe or maybe you're just nervous how your partner will react, but they need to hear it.
10. BETRAYAL You've betrayed this person and you have to tell them the truth, no more running from it
11. CHEATED You've been unfaithful and it's time to tell your lover.
12. BROKEN That's it. You've had it. You are entirely broken and tired of everything.
13. AFRAID Something has you deathly afraid and you need to talk about it.
14. HELP ME You need someone to help you, bad. You can't do it alone anymore, you've tried.
15. I'M SORRY You said something or did something horrible and now it's time to ask for forgiveness.
16. YOU WERE A MISTAKE Sorry, but whoever you're talking to was the biggest mistake of your life or maybe it was just something you did together.
17. NOT WHO I SAY I AM You're so far from who they think you are, you need to finally tell the truth.
18. LET'S RUN AWAY You want to just get out, leave everything behind and be with this one person for the rest of your life.
19. ASHAMED Either you're ashamed of something they have done or something you did, either way you need to bring it up.
20. CAN'T REMEMBER The person standing in front of you looks so happy to see you, so relieved, but how do you tell them you can't remember a thing about them?
21. HOW COULD YOU You don't understand how they could treat you like they have, do what they have done when you've done nothing but be good to them.
22. YOUR CHOICE Either choose an option from above, mix and match, or make up your own idea.

yep. totally stolen from memebells.
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Robert wasn't sure how he'd managed to imagined something like this so many times and still not fully capture the way he felt, but he suspected it had something to do with the girl sharing the space beneath his sheets. Nothing he had imagined had prepared him for this, not really, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try his damnedest to make this everything he wanted it to be for her - and him. It would probably involve some fumbling, some second-guessing, and a whole lot of asking, but he trusted Summer completely and this was something he wanted to figure out together with her.

So he smiled as she agreed, both that they could do this together and that she would tell him if he went too far, but that was about as far as his thinking got before she moved to kiss him again. He was quite happy to kiss her back - kissing was familiar, yes, and it was one way he knew to be close, though this time when his hands touched her back or her sides, they were met with bare skin, something that made him shiver every time he realized it; not to mention that all of this shifting around on his lap was having a bigger effect every second, though he supposed if they were going to go farther with this, then that was exactly what was supposed to happen - at least on his end. He didn't know much about what was supposed to be going on for her, but he figured the only way he'd find out was to get doing - so he kept right on exploring her back with his fingertips, both hands sliding over bare skin now because she'd seemed to like it so much before. His lips moved eagerly against hers, trying to get a feel for how she was feeling through the kiss as his hands tried to map out every inch of her body, moving down over her behind once he'd finished her back, then over her legs, up her stomach, though he slowed down as he reached just a little higher, the pads of his fingers gently, carefully tracing out the curves under those perfect breasts of hers.

Summer didn't know what she wanted this to be, except special. While he might have imagined this moment in more detail, she imagined it in a more romanticized way, due to her inexperience and lack of exposure. Whenever she pictured this sort of thing, it was more... emotional than physical. It was about love and kisses and then the afterward, the life that came with it all. She had dreams of kisses in the sun, under the stars, but nothing really more.

But her body seemed to know what to do, giving her urges to do certain things, like as she kissed him, she rocked her hips just a little. It was to quell an ache was slowly growing between her legs as his hands went exploring, touching her skin, tracing the curves of her body, stomach, and just under-- She gasped when his fingers touched the sensitive skin just below her breasts, her eyes fluttering as she smiled against his lips. "That... Yeah, good." Her hands, however, were doing their own exploring. One slipped through those curls of his, just like they always did, something familiar and comforting. The other slipped over his shoulder, his arm, just touching him where she could, trying to memorize him and set his skin alight just like he was doing to her.

Edited 2012-06-01 00:04 (UTC)

In the end, it didn't much matter how either of them had imagined it, except that they had some vague idea of how they wanted things to be special and it was a good place to start. Though honestly, Robert was almost convinced that Summer knew exactly what she was doing - that little rock of her hips made him gasp, before letting out the quietest sound he could against her lips, very much like a low groan because God, that was what he wanted, a lot more of that. But even before he could start to go after it, it was her turn to gasp; his eyes opened, watching her face as she told him what he was hoping to hear - that touching her chest was completely allowed, and that it even felt good. He had to admit, he was curious - what man wasn't? - and he wanted to know just what touching her there meant and if it really could make her feel good.

"Okay," he mumbled, carefully, sliding his fingers up over the curves of her chest, the pads of his fingers exploring soft, supple skin with both care and eagerness, not sure how she would react but he would take the good reactions and try to get more of them, that was all he knew for sure.

Summer was surprised at his reaction when her hips moved against his and he made that sound, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. It was something like a groan and it made her whole body feel hot, want more of it. But she was distracted by the way his hands felt on her breasts, by the way he seemed to understand that she liked the way it felt. Biting down on her lip, she suppressed another one of those moans of hers, trying to stay quiet as she pressed her chest into his hands a little more, her eyes fluttering with pleasure.

Humming softly at the feeling, she shifted in his lap again, wanting to hear him make that sound once more, wanting to draw any sort of reaction from him. Her fingers curled against his scalp once more as she leaned down to press her lips to his.

If Summer was anything, she was a hell of a fast learner; she seemed to realize he liked what she was doing in his lap, because even as he kept touching her chest, she squirmed again and it made his breath catch in his throat as her heat rubbed against the erection growing beneath his boxers. The action made his fingers involuntarily curl, albeit gently, against her skin, squeezing her breasts softly beneath his fingers as he let out a soft, strangled sound, doing his damnedest not to rock back up against her, not to rush this. He felt about ready to explode and nothing had really happened yet (except it had, because something had sure happened to get Summer naked and in his lap in this dark little room). He forced his eyes opening, laughing softly against her lips at their sheer... situation. "I... can't say this is how I thought I'd be spending tonight," he murmured, though it was clear in his tone and his face that he could not think of a better way.

Summer had always been a fast learner, always. And when he reacted, she wanted to make him react again, easy as that. Of course, she felt the result of her actions between her legs, pressed against her, trapped beneath fabric. But she could hardly focus on that when she felt him squeeze her breasts, making her gasp in return, her eyes fluttering open to meet with his as he spoke. "I wasn't, planning on this," she admitted quietly, though it was the truth, it had been a last minute, spontaneous decision. And now she was here and above him, as bare as the day she was born, feeling as vulnerable too. "Hope you don't mind," she managed to say in a breathlessly cheeky voice, her usual playfulness shining through for a moment before it faded as she rolled her hips again, just trying to see what it'd make him do because it sure made her feel a bit hotter.

He took that gasp of hers for a good thing, moving to palm and roll her breasts carefully, gently in his palms as his eyes stayed locked on her face. Of course, he knew she hadn't been planning this - too much had happened today, but however she had come to the decision, he was glad she had. "Oh... no, not at all," he assured her, when she teased him breathlessly, his own mouth stretching into a grin that faltered only when her hips rolled again, this time finally making him arch and try to follow the motion of her hips with his own, starting to feel a burning need for more heat, more friction, even if just a little. His fingers got a little bolder, too, thumbs searching out the sensitive peaks of her nipples, daring to roll them beneath his fingers, trying to see if that was even better than the rest of what he was doing, because she was making him feel awfully good and he wanted her to feel the same. "This is... amazing," he laughed quietly, because it was - amazing, crazy, wonderful, and so much more.

His hips arched beneath her own, earning him another soft gasp, her eyes fluttering again, unable to decide if they want to stay closed or open. Her hands move to either side of his head, fingers curling against the pillow beneath his head. His fingers got bold, fingers tweaking her nipples, a strangled sound escaping her lips, making her so thankful that her father is a sound and deep sleeper because she's having a hard time keeping quiet. Of course, when he speaks, sounding so much like a boy amazed at what they're doing, she can't help but feel overwhelmed with love. "Yeah..." she mumbles, smiling in her agreement, her hips rocking against his again, this time with more purpose than before, knowing that it makes them both feel good and she wants to soothe the ache she feels (even if moving like that only makes it more intense).

He started to think about rolling them over, the idea of how good it would feel to have her body underneath his starting to snake its way into his thoughts. But while he wasn't able to think much, he was able to decide that it could wait another few minutes, at the least, because if they rolled he wouldn't be able to use his hands to touch her and right now, that was exactly what he wanted to keep doing, especially because it seemed to encourage her to rock against him, and that was something he never, ever wanted to stop. "God, that feels good," he mumbled, lips trying to find hers again - and then moving to the side, tracing the edge of her lips, the curve of her jaw, because he knew they needed to keep quiet but he liked those sounds she was making so very much, each one seeming to send sparks over his skin so that he wanted to hear more, to give her the chance to make more as his lips slid wetly, absently over her skin. His hips tried to rock up against hers, carefully, every time she moved, starting up a slow, tentative rhythm that both satiated and fed the fire growing inside him.

She was starting to feel a way she'd never felt before in her life. There was some sensation inside of her, maybe it was need, that was growing, taking over her every action and driving her to do more, she kept rocking above him because that feeling demanded it. And that feeling only grew when he said that what she was doing felt good. It was making her skin tingle, making her feel a little feverish and more than a little breathless. But his lips did the same thing to her as they moved over long untouched skin. If it was sounds he wanted, sounds he would get, a few more gasps, a moan or two, and a needy whimper that followed a particularly hard rock of her hips, the rhythm not quite that, more like a series of movements that had no rhyme or reason to them other than it felt good to move above him, or really, against him.

Still, her body was crying out for more, demanding something but for what she did not exactly know. It was an ache that didn't want to go away and she figured that there was a cure for it, the idea making her stomach flutter but for a far better reason this time.

The more Summer moved, the more she set his body on fire, making his breath come in shuddering, quiet gasps as she rocked against him - once in particular harder than before, making him bite his lip and let out a quietly strangled sound and how fucking good it felt to have her moving against his lap. He nuzzled his way more and more eagerly down her neck, lips pressing slow, wet kisses to every inch of skin they found before he reached her shoulder and buried his face against the crook of her neck for a moment, trying to get a handle on his ragged breathing. He wanted more, too, but he didn't know exactly how to go about it - yes, he knew the mechanics, but he also wanted to keep touching her, to keep rocking against her, he wanted everything at once and he wasn't any more sure than she was how something like this was supposed to progress. All he knew was that he felt so damn good, and that she felt so good rocking above him like that, making him slide one hand down her side and around to curl his fingers against the small of her back again before pressing his palm flat against her skin, trying to help her rock against him, to give them both a little more.

The action made him gasp, eyes fluttering as he pressed his lips to her shoulder. "How are you - I mean..." Was he supposed to ask when she wanted more? Would she even know when she was ready? He felt ready, he felt like he'd never been more ready for anything in his life, but at the same time he wanted this moment to last forever, wanted to drown it in and drown in her so that he would never have to face the rest of the world again. "Should we try - more?"

Summer didn't know either, she didn't know if there was supposed to be some feeling, some sixth sense that told her she was ready for more. But her body was aching and tingling and maybe, just maybe, that was the sign she needed. Her eyes met with his as he spoke, asking how she was, fumbling with his words in an attempt to ask for... more? Looking at him for a moment, she nodded, exhaling shakily. "Yeah, I mean... I think so." She felt a little foolish being so unaware of her own body or what she was meant to be feeling, it was really obvious to her (and probably him) how ready he was, she could feel it each time she rocked against him, making her curious as to what she was supposed to be feeling.

Still, her mouth pressed to his hair and she nodded. "Shouldn't we...?" Wasn't she supposed to be on her back or something? Or could she do it this way? She wasn't sure and there were so many questions that she actually had to laugh, breathlessly. "I feel good, really good, so..."

It was true... it was easy to read his body, not to mention he knew nothing about how girls were really supposed to respond to this kind of thing. He knew what Marines said they did, but he took anything a Marine said about a woman with a grain of salt (or ten). Though he couldn't help the excitement that flared in his stomach - and lower - when Summer said more was something she wanted, that she felt good, because that was a damn good first step, as far as he was concerned. So was that breathless laugh of hers, making him lift his head to press his lips sloppily, briefly to hers.

Of course, he sort of got what she meant, what her half-question was asking, because he was wondering it himself. Of course, it was his turn to laugh, quietly, glancing down a bit as he said, "I want to roll us over... but I don't want to stop touching you. I guess I can't have both... " He glanced back up at her face - he didn't know for a fact, but he thought... well, they could do this either way, right? But one way would have him doing most of the work, and the other would make things the other way around. "Is it silly to ask if you want to be, ah, up there or down against the bed?" Maybe it was... but he honestly wanted to know if she had a feeling, if she wanted him over her or if she liked where she was.

Edited 2012-06-01 02:46 (UTC)

If Summer wasn't already flushed and pink as a rose, she'd be now that he was talking. He was being open and honest, something she wanted but she felt bashful talking about what they were doing even if it was the smart thing to do. She glanced at him at his question, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip as she contemplated it. "Well, um... Can we... do it that way?" God, that was such a stupid question, of course their bodies could probably fit that way, it was just she'd been told that it was a girl laying beneath the man. It was in the Bible that way--- Oh, she so didn't want to think about the Bible right now and she shook her head. "I can... stay this way, I think." She didn't really know but she wanted to do what he wanted and having him touching her felt good too.

He had to admit, he hoped she was flushed more from pleasure than embarrassment, though he'd never talked about this thing with another girl - with anyone - before. "I think so," was the careful reply, as she asked if they could even do this sitting up - because he was admittedly more familiar with the Bible, too, but he had also heard plenty of Marines talking about... well, plenty of positions. And he figured if more than one man had mentioned something like this... "If you like it... I do, too," he admitted, as she seemed amenable to the idea, smiling hopefully up at her as his fingers smoothed up her back, resting at the back of her neck as he just watched her face for a minute. "I like being able to touch you... but if we change our minds, it's easy to fix, right?" He leaned close again, trying to catch her lips in a soft kiss, to tell her he wanted to do this however was best for them both - but that he did like her right where she was, there was something about her squirming in his lap that was simply... indescribable.

He looked so hopeful and she trusted him, she trusted him with all her heart, she wanted to do what he wanted to do too. And it wasn't as though she didn't feel pretty amazing where she was right then. Her eyes met with his as he spoke of changing their minds, nodding shyly at him before he caught her lips for a kiss. Her mouth pressed to his for a more insistent kiss, her eyes falling shut as she settled above him more, though she realized that if they were going to do more, he needed to get rid of the last thing between them. "Your..." She flushed a deeper shade of crimson, thankful that the room was dim so he couldn't see how red she was as she slipped her hand down to touch the waistband of his boxers to indicate that they needed to go. "Should I move?"

He let himself get lost in that kiss, and gladly - yes, he was nervous, nervous about scaring her, about hurting her, about going off early, about not pleasing her at all. But kissing her, he knew that pleased her, he knew that felt good and it was familiar, almost comforting - though it was definitely arousing, too, especially as her body settled against his only to have her fingers brush against the waistband of his underwear, making him shudder slightly as he glanced up at her in the dim light. "Um... not too much, here - " He put his hands at her hips, urging her to move up on her knees, figuring it would be a little awkward but he could wiggle out of his boxers underneath her that way. He honestly didn't want her to move if she didn't have to, so he tugged and squirmed and worked his way out of the shorts, concentrating much more on pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor than on her face - he wasn't embarrassed, exactly, and he knew he had it easy, she'd been naked for longer, but he was still worried she'd somehow change her mind, that he'd somehow scare her off or simply not be what she wanted, now that he was bare underneath him. "There..." He risked a glance up at her face, his whole body tingling and excited but also nervous and worried all at once.

Upon his urging, she moved up onto her knees, above him. Of course, she felt almost dizzy with nerves as she did so, realizing that even in the dark, this gave him a much fuller view of her body as the sheet slipped down from over her and he squirmed beneath her. Her eyes closed for a moment as she realized that they were about to be naked, together, for the first time ever. He wasn't the first man she'd seen naked, she'd given a few sponge baths at the hospital or helped change a few gowns but it was only a collection of flashes so she wasn't scared or disgusted but the idea of it like some other girls might be. Still, she didn't look down at him or anything like that, some how it felt like she was being lewd or something.

And when he spoke again, her eyes met with his and she offered him a shy sort of smile before she leaned over to kiss him, wondering if now was the time, if now was the moment because somehow, she imagined that on her back, it would just happen... naturally. And like this, she realized it required positioning. Her lips pressed to his for a desperate moment, trying get back into things, to ease those worries and just let herself remember that this was about love, that she'd do okay because he loved her.

Whether she realized it or not, he was much too busy getting his boxers off and trying not to make her uncomfortable to stare, though the fact that they were naked and close together a moment later was certainly not lost on him. He'd seen naked pictures of girls, sure, you couldn't serve in the Marines and miss that, but he had never been naked with a girl like this, of course. He wasn't shy, per se, he just... wanted to get things right. Maybe this would have been easier if they hadn't both felt like they did, if this had simply been a tumble between the sheets to feel good... but it was because of how they felt that they were here, like this, and he wouldn't have traded that for all the world.

So when she pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss, he shifted underneath her, kissing her back, trying to give her whatever reassurance and excitement she was looking for, because he needed a little reassurance, himself, that this would be good - better - because they were figuring it out together. "I love you," he mumbled, one hand moving up to her hair, the other sliding down to just rest on her leg, just letting her know he was here, he wasn't going anywhere, and she could take as long as she liked, even if being naked underneath a girl was doing a hell of a number on his body's level of arousal.

It was definitely the love that compounded that nervousness. It wasn't that she was scared that he'd love her and leave her, that wasn't even a thought. It was that she was scared that she'd be a disappointment to him, be bad at it. But how could she be good at something she'd never done? However, she got reassurance in that kiss, letting herself get lost in it, feeling her heart start to beat faster once more. Her hands found his face, holding it gently as his hand slipped through her hand and the other over her leg. But it was his words that gave her nervousness that final silencing push. "I love you too," she whispered softly, breathlessly as she lowered her body down upon his so that their skin was touching, heat against heat, only one step away from being one. But right then, she was too consumed with kissing him to let herself be nervous, her hand slipping down between them, fumbling a little as it got caught between their stomachs before it stopped just short of touching him.

"Leckie--" she whimpered his name, her eyes opening to meet with his. "I'm ready." With her heart hammering in her chest, her whole body tingling, she wasn't sure she could be more ready, though she'd learn later on. It was then she realized that she wanted him to be the one to align their bodies, that she couldn't do it herself so she moved to pull back again, already feeling a twinge of embarrassment since she'd be the one in charge. (Or maybe it was a weird sense of excitement). She moved to lift up on her knees like before, wondering if he'd sit up too or stay laying down, ready to move however he guided her, even if he had as much as experience as she did.

That first moment, when bare skin finally touched bare skin, felt like heaven. He knew they could still get closer, but just for the moment this was perfection, making him whimper softly into the kiss and press his lips against hers all the more eagerly. He wanted the same things - to please her, for her to like what she saw, how he made her feel. And oh, God, when her hand slipped down between them, maybe it never reached where he really wanted it to go but that didn't mean his body was straining for her touch, drinking up every bit of it until she paused and he blinked his eyes open for a moment, looking at her.

He didn't want to rush her, but he wasn't about to argue when she said she was ready, not when she said it like that. The way she'd whimpered his name sent shivers down his spine, as he took a sharp breath, nodding. She shifted back - and oh, he missed the heat of her body pressed against his already, but he knew this would - could - get better, it was why people did this, right? He wanted to be closer to her, needed it like he needed the air, eyes on her body as she sat up a little above him. He followed her, shuffling up into a sitting position himself without really thinking about it, but some part of him wanted to sit up, to be eye to eye with her, to be able to wrap her in his arms and hold her close and he couldn't do that lying down. He smiled up at her, sensing after a moment that she wanted him to help, and of course he would - his hand slid away from her leg toward his body; he was much more familiar with it than she was, of course, and he knew, too, that this would require some effort to keep himself steady. He glanced up at her, his smile turning sheepish, maybe a little nervous, but he nodded, his other hand sliding down her back, just resting gently there. "You can - I mean... when you're ready. If you're sure."

This was it, her heart was thundering in her chest, the blood was pumping in her ears so loudly, she almost didn't hear him speak again. She could tell he was ready and that meant she had to be ready too. And she was, she knew she was, her body was aching for more, her soul yearned for the same thing. They were about to do this amazing and beautiful thing, this thing that people fought wars over, wrote sonnets about... Not just sex, but making love. Her eyes met with his as he sat up with her, suddenly she felt a little less nervous, having him close again, that was better, it would be better that way.

And as he held himself steady, she leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, her hands moving to his shoulders as she shifted and started to lower herself. First try, she missed the mark, making a soft sound, looking sheepishly at him before her hand boldly covered his, helping herself get a feel for where she needed to go. And after another try, she got it, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt the warmth of his arousal press against her, her eyes falling shut, hand returning to his shoulder, curling against his skin.

It wasn't so bad, she'd heard it would hurt, but so far, her body just felt a little stretched, and she forced herself to open her eyes to look at him as she slowly started to lower herself, realizing that they were finally, finally one.

The closer they got to that moment, the more he desperately wanted to be closer to her. But this was on her terms, he wanted it to be that way, he knew his body was ready and so he wanted to make sure she felt the same way. His heart was pounding just as hard as hers was, threatening to beat its way out of his chest even as she started to lower herself - and didn't quite get it right, but when he laughed, it was meant to make her feel more comfortable, and as her fingers covered his, it shot a jolt up his spine and made him arch up to touch his lips to hers, however briefly. He tried to keep his whole body still -honestly, how did he know he wouldn't have been just as nervous if things had been reversed, he could have very well done the same thing - and tried to use the hand at the small of her back to guide her.

And oh, the second time was the charm, he knew that the instant the heat of her body touched sensitive, aching skin. He gasped, working hard to keep the sounds that wanted to come out in or her father wouldn't stay asleep, instead concentrating on breathing and watching her face as suddenly the heat of her body was close, closer than he'd ever thought possible, it felt like it was swallowing him whole and oh, God, all he could think was he wanted more, trying not to quirk his hips up or move at all, fearing that he'd hurt her, his body almost shaking with the effort of holding still.

The laugh had helped because she'd laughed herself a little after but that tiny comfort was gone the moment their bodies touched in the most intimate way. Then she didn't need comfort, not when it was the most incredible feeling, having him inside of her, a part of her. Plus that gasp of his, it made her shiver above him, her knees pressing firmly into the mattress as she bit back a few sounds of her own. But as she lowered herself more, the resistance became greater, her body protesting the intrusion until she felt something change and suddenly it wasn't amazing anymore.

Her eyes clenched shut, jaw going taut as she felt the first stab of pain, a tiny plaintive sound escaping her lips. Was it supposed to hurt this badly? Was it supposed to get worse like this? She didn't think it would hurt this much. Was it the position she was in? Her fingers curled against the skin of his shoulders, tightly, without even realizing it as she stilled her hips. This was normal, it happens to ever girl their first time, she had to remind herself even as a few tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm alright," she lied, quietly, her voice hoarse as she knew he wouldn't believe her for a second.

Edited 2012-06-01 05:11 (UTC)

His fantasy was coming true, it had to be, it didn't matter how silly or awkward or anything, because the heat spreading through his body as Summer got closer and closer had to be the closest thing to paradise he would ever feel. His eyes fluttered, fighting to stay open, as he tried to continue to help her move, staring to lean up again to kiss her but his lips never found their mark.

Before he could get very far, Summer stopped - he thought maybe she just didn't want him to move and so he froze, too, but one look at her face told him that no, that was definitely not it. Something was wrong, it had to be, the pain was clear on her face even before she grasped at his shoulders and those tears started to fall. He went from ecstatic to terrified to worried in an instant, frowning and moving both hands to help her hold her hips where they were, not moving a muscle for fear that he'd somehow done something wrong. "Hey - hey, what's wrong - " Had she changed her mind? Had she decided she couldn't go through with it? Now was not his body's idea of a good time to call it off, but he told it to shut the fuck up as he looked up into her face, feeling like the worst failure of a man ever to walk the earth when only seconds before, he'd been flying high. "Summer, what did I - I'm sorry - we can stop, don't cry." He couldn't stand to see that, not when this was supposed to be special, his stomach starting to sink like a rock.

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OKAY last tag then beddddd