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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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.

Summer felt like a failure in that moment, herself. The look on his face, even through her tears, she could see the way he frowned, the way he instantly felt responsible when it was her body's fault. She shook her head, carefully, trying her best not to move too much. "No," she murmured softly, her eyes meeting with his as one hand moved to wipe away those stupid tears. "It's normal, it's normal." It would be her mantra, though God, she hoped that the pain would go away soon. "It's not your fault." She let out a shaky sigh, her body flexing a little but that hurt too. "It just... hurts." Didn't he know? About first times? Maybe he didn't. Her mouth found his for a kiss, a soft one, a slow one as she tried to move again, lowering herself just a little more, just a inch or two more then they'd be pressed flush with one another.

But oh, it hurt.

"I love you. I'll be okay. Promise."

Unfortunately for them both, maybe, Bob didn't know the first thing about... well, about first times for a girl. It wasn't exactly something he'd ever asked about, and it hadn't come up in conversation among the Marines. Yes, they'd complained that sometimes women wanted a lot of lead-in time, and that they got pretty angry when they didn't get it, but he'd never been sure if that was just a personal preference. Now he was starting to wonder if it really wasn't, and maybe he hadn't done enough.

Summer insisted she was all right, that it was normal, but he wasn't sure - how could it be normal for something like this to hurt? "Are you sure? Maybe I should - we can stop. I can do more, maybe I didn't do enough - " He knew they were so close to being all but inseparable, but he didn't want it to hurt, he wanted this to be special, to feel good for them both. How could he enjoy himself if she wasn't? He wasn't that kind of man. He looked up at her face, risking moving one hand enough to touch her cheek. "Tell me what to do."

Summer wanted to cry. Not because it hurt (and it did, but it was lessening some) but because this moment was quickly being ruined. It was supposed to be so special, it was supposed to be full of love and no one told her it would hurt this much. Maybe it was her small frame, maybe they hadn't kissed enough, touched enough, she didn't know, she thought she was ready. And as he rambled, so clearly desperate to make it better, her heart felt like it might break into a thousand pieces, something that hurt more than what was going on with her.

His hand pressed to her cheek and her eyes fluttered open to look at him, tearfully. "I'm sorry," she said softly, leaning in a bit to press a kiss to his lips. She was sorry that this was such a mess, but as she moved, the pain didn't get worse, it stayed the same, just an ache, a throbbing sensation. And with a shaky sigh, she spoke. "Just... give me a m-moment. And just... kiss me, okay?" Kissing had made her body feel better before, maybe if she just relaxed some... She made the decision to go on, to shift down until their bodies were pressed flush together. And while it didn't hurt as much, it still didn't exactly feel great, making her whimper softly against his lips. "Okay, I'm okay." Her hand curled against his neck as she breathed against his lips, furious at her own body. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

It wasn't ruined, not in that sense - maybe it wasn't fairytale perfect, but all Bob cared about right now was making this enjoyable instead of painful. If that meant stopping, kissing more, and trying again, then that's what they would do, but Summer seemed to have different ideas about that. He looked up at her face, tearful though it was, trying to gauge whether she really meant what she said. But a part of him knew she had to, she wanted this as much as he did, maybe more, and to have her body stop her at the last second... he could understand how she must feel, even before she started to apologize for something that wasn't her fault.

"No, no," he mumbled against her lips, trying to tell her it wasn't her fault (and not that she should stop, because by the time he got to words out, the bottoms of her legs were flush with the top of his and his whole body was shivering at the feeling. "This isn't your fault, Summer - I didn't know." Every few words were punctuated by a kiss, because she wanted him to kiss her and he had a feeling it was to distract her, and he was more than willing to do that. "Just...stay still. Maybe it'll get better. If it doesn't... we'll figure it out, okay?" He was still willing to stop, much though his body wasn't, because if this didn't get better for her... then this wasn't right. Still, all he could do was kiss her, almost desperately, looking up at her face and touching her cheek, her hair, while his other hand kept her hips steady against his for both their sakes, because he felt like even the slightest movement might make him come completely undone, he had never felt anything like this and his body didn't care about the circumstances. But he did. "Summer, I love you. I love you so much, don't think this changes that at all, darling," he told her, trying to catch her eyes, to wipe away a few of those tears with his thumb. "Nothing will change that."

As she settled above him, their thighs finally pressed flushed with one another, she realized that the pain was not as intense as before. And when he kissed her, speaking soothing words to her... she felt her whole body start to relax. It was a good distraction, his lips against hers, his hand moving over her face and hair. Each of his kisses were returned with a desperate one of her own and as she continued to get lost in his lips, she felt the pain lessen, settling into a throbbing sensation, her body adjusting to having him inside of her.

His words urged her to open her eyes to look at him as he wiped away her tears. "I love you," she choked out softly, her forehead pressing to his for a moment as she let out a breath and her body truly relaxed. "It's getting better," she murmured softly, truthfully. Her eyes slipped shut as she took in another breath a moment later and tried something she knew she might regret but she wanted so badly for this to work, for him to feel good. So with a soft sound, she flexed her hips and moved, just a rock of her hips. And instead of a sharp pain as she expected, it was more of a pulse of sensation, not quite pleasure, not quite pain, so she moved again, another sound falling from her lips, a gasp. This time it was better, less like pain, more like... well, pleasure. She let out a small laugh, a triumphant sound, her eyes opening to look at his face. "We can do this, we can do this."

He could feel her body relaxing - or at least he thought he could, it was an odd sensation, to be so finely attuned to what they were both feeling but it was hard not to be, with the heat of her body surrounding his and the rest of it pressed up against him. His eyes stayed on her face, watching her expression for even the slightest change, especially as she said it was getting better, her forehead pressed against his and he nodded, just slightly. He didn't want to rush her, or make her even feel rushed - God, this felt so good, even like this, she could take all the time she needed. But she didn't - it felt like almost no time had passed at all before she flexed and then rocked her hips against him, making him gasp sharply, fingers curling against her skin as fireworks exploded behind eyes that clenched shut as his back arched involuntarily and he tried, tried to keep still in case that had been a bad idea. "Ohhh..." was about all he could get out, the word all but breathed against her lips as Summer gasped, herself. But by the time he'd gotten his eyes open, his mouth working again to ask if she was all right, she'd done it again, and fuck, fuck, he couldn't deny how good it felt.

And her words, that laugh... it made his own body relax a little against hers, still tensed with want and pleasure but settling a little against the bed as he looked up at her. "Is it better?" he asked breathlessly, hopefully, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear. "Please... tell me it's better." For both their sakes.

She said her own words as encouragement for them both, but mostly to remind herself that she could do this, that her body was built for this very thing. And why would people do this sort of thing if it hurt every time, it had to get better, she was determined that it had to. She couldn't be defective or something like that. And when she heard him gasp, heard him let out that word, barely a word at all, it made her body tingle in a different way, a good way. Smiling, breathlessly against his lips, she nodded at his question. "Yeah, it's... better," she whispered, breathing heavy already.

Her hips flexed again and she tried it once more, twice, and then a third time, each movement slow, deliberate, her eyes focusing on his face as best she could, trying to soak up his reactions, trying to let them make her feel better, to urge her to do more. And when she moved her hips again, the movement provided an altogether new sensation, one that drew a tiny moan from her as a spark flew up her spine. "Oh," she gasped softly against his lips. "That..."

"Good... yeah," he panted, looking up at her and wondering when he had gotten so out of breath, given they hadn't done much at all, but just those few movements had completely taken his breath away, and it was threatening to never return, with how she looked over him, smiling against his lips, her eyes watching his just as closely as he was watching hers as she flexed her whole body and moved above him again - and then again, and again. Oh, God, was about all he though think, his breath stopping in his chest every time she moved, his body arching and flexing and doing its best not to move. This was good, this way of doing things, he couldn't hurt her if she was the one deciding when and how to move, and he was glad for it.

But absolutely every single last thought was wiped away for a moment when that sound came out of her mouth, a sound of definite, undeniable pleasure, something that sent a shudder through his own body as he realized... she was right. They could do this. He grinned up at her, mouth stretching stupidly wide, daring to hope that... "It felt good?" If she was feeling even half of what he was feeling - but no. He wanted her to feel all of it. He wanted her to feel amazing, he wanted this to be everything she'd dreamed of, even if it had taken a while to get started. "Can I make it better?" He could move his hips, he could touch her, keep kissing her, anything in the world she wanted, he wanted her to lose herself in this as badly as he was starting to lose himself, his whole body feeling alive, alight, desperate for more and he knew once he got it, there would be no turning back.

Panting breaths intermingled, the air between them far more heated than the summer's air just outside. She realized, dimly, they were in her father's house and she knew that she needed to be more quiet but it was hard not to breathe so heavily, hard not to make sounds each time she moved, and she was desperate to keep talking to him because it reminded her that they were in this together and there was love there. Her fingers curled against his shoulders as she rocked that final time and it felt... good.

But oh, his smile, even if hadn't felt good, she would've lied to tell him so, he looked so pleased, so hopeful. But she didn't need to lie, she nodded, breathlessly. "Yeah, it did." It didn't quite offset the throbbing her body was doing but it certainly felt pretty good. At his question, she gave him a helpless smile, unsure of the answer. "You always make it better," was all she could think of because how could he make it better? Maybe he could kiss her more, touch her more, she just didn't know how. "I love you so much," she murmured softly as she rolled her hips once more and let out a shaky breath, slowly, slowly, starting a rhythm that, with each movement, replaced the discomfort with little pulses of pleasure.

He knew they had to stay quiet, too - he was trying his damnedest, because the last thing he wanted was for her father to wake up, to stop this, to kick him out when this was something he wanted to do with her for the rest of his life. So every time he even thought about making a sound, he bit it back, settling for gasping or sighing quietly, humming against her lips, and nodding at those words of hers, when she said it was better, when he made it better. All he could take that to mean was that he should just... do what he wanted, which was to touch her, everywhere, the fingers of both hands moving to slide down her back, to trace the planes of her skin as he leaned up to kiss her - slow, soft, sloppy kisses, but then again they were both panting and anything more was out of the question.

He felt dizzy, he felt like his body was on fire, he felt like they'd been at this forever and he couldn't actually remember how long it had been. "Love you," he mumbled, kissing her lips again and again, letting out a few more quiet, gasped sounds as she started to work up a rhythm. He wanted to help, to move his hips, too, but he was going to wait, wait until it was absolutely clear she was feeling good, that he would make it better, not worse. And in the meantime, he let her move how she wanted, his fingers skimming over her skin and his lips seeking hers out in between every breath.

There was something really amazing about the sounds he made, she'd never heard them fall from his lips before, never heard him breathe like that, hum or gasp like that either. It stirred something inside of her, something she couldn't quite name but it made her body throb for a different reason. Her fingers climbed up his neck, slipping into his curls as her body moved with his. And with every movement it felt better, the ache inside of her easy to forget in place of the pleasure that was slowly creeping over her. But it's his hands, the way they move over her skin, making it feel even warmer than it was, the way his lips slow and sloppy press to hers, heating her up.

She makes another sound against his lips, a whimper as she feels a pulse of real pleasure, something like before, something like when he'd just been kissing her to distraction. "Feels so much better now," she managed to get out between kisses and panting breaths, her eyes fluttering shut finally as she moved to bury her face into his neck, their bare bodies tucked so close together she wished they could just melt together as she kept moving, her body starting to feel a little tired, impatient for something she didn't know.

In all honestly, nothing and no one had ever made him make sounds like that before - she was the first, the only reason he'd ever had to make them, and he simply couldn't keep them from coming out. All he could do was keep them as quiet as possible, biting his lip and simply pushing his head against her fingertips as they slid into his hair, making his whole body shudder, hard, at the gentleness of that one gesture even as she kept rocking her hips against his. It felt like something electric had been set loose inside of him, something humming at the core of him that was growing almost faster than he could control. And those words of hers only made it burn brighter, hotter, as he nodded, kissing her lips when they neared his and eventually just tucking himself around her as she buried her face against his neck and pressed against him, making him feel exactly what she was feeling - that they weren't close enough, that only if they melted together could they get as close as he wanted to be.

He finally, finally started to move his hips with hers - carefully, as carefully as he could, at first, just shifting and arching them up against hers as they rocked down against him. He tried to bury his gasps against her hair, his hands sliding down to her legs, fingers moving restlessly over the skin there until he just gripped it and tried to help her move against him. He could feel his body barreling toward something that he didn't think he could stop, getting closer and closer and he didn't quite know what would happen when it hit.

She wished they were somewhere else, somewhere more private so she could hear those sounds he was holding back, she was curious to hear the way he sounded in such a moment, it only fueled her passion for him, knowing that she could be the one to make him sound that way. Though, really, it was her body, she figured, she didn't feel like she was doing much at all. But at the same time, what they were doing in that moment was a huge triumph, they'd made it through all the hard things, the difficult, impossible obstacles, oceans between them, memories lost and returned, pain and tears; there they were, making love.

And truly, that was what it was as he started to move with her, finally. She gasped against his neck, eyes clenching shut when he pressed up deeper than he'd been before but soon after, it drew a shuddering moan from her, one that she muffled against his skin. Her body started to move more smoothly, her movements less tentative and more sure as she let instinct take over, her body starting to feel like it was on fire, in the best way possible. "God, Leckie..."

It was her body, yes, but it was also her - the fact that he was here, pressed so close to Summer Roberts, made this moment truly what it was, and it would not have been the same with anyone else. That was why he'd waited, what had made him turn down all those girls in Australia whenever things looked like they might go too far. He'd wanted to do this with her, and now that he remembered everything, he remembered that, too.

He almost paused, for an instant, at that first gasp against his neck as her arms tightened around him. Maybe it had been a bad idea to move - but no, no, she was moaning and her motions were more smooth, not less. It had been the right thing to do; that thought made him let out a breath against her hair, nodding at her sentiment, because it was exactly how he felt. There was this pressure inside of him, building, and he only knew that he wanted to keep it going until something gave - and that would be soon.

But he managed to spare a thought to realize... he might go off before she did, and he really had no way to tell. All he wanted to do was make her feel good - yes, he wanted to feel good, but he certainly wasn't having a problem with that, his whole body tingling with what she was doing to him. And so he began to move with more purpose, picking up speed, simply because he wanted her to feel that, now that she was feeling good - he wanted Summer to fall over this edge that he was approaching, but he didn't know if he could get there in time. He felt so close, but he was still going to try.

There was no question to her who she wanted to give this to, who she wanted to do this with for the rest of her life. Even now as things started to feel good and she wasn't so discouraged, she knew that no other man should be here but him, that she loved him with all her heart and she was convinced no other guy would be as patient and understanding as he'd been with her.

Summer didn't know the first thing about what came after this, she knew the mechanics of sex but she didn't know that there was a pleasure that could be shared. It felt good now, yes, but she didn't know that she could feel even better that just like him, she could find a sweet release herself. Still, she felt her own body edging towards something big, something that scared her a little, a big powerful something. Her fingers curled against his scalp, her other hand clutching at his back as she breathed heavily against his neck and shoulder. It was starting to feel better than she could ever say, her body moving on it's own accord. "Leckie, Leckie, please," she begged for something, for anything, she wasn't sure what but as she pulled back, she sought to press her lips to his.

He couldn't help but be anything but patient and understanding, because she had done the same for him - because he did it out of love, the same as she had. That was what made this moment what it was, really - though as she started to move a little more, grasping him with her hands, almost begging him for something, he was certainly caught up in it with no hope of escape. His body shuddered against hers - he didn't know how he knew, but something was coming, and he wanted to give her that thing she wanted before he was done.

And so maybe it wasn't the smoothest, the most romantic of gestures, but all the same he followed his instincts and moved to push them over, trying to get Summer on her back at the foot of the bed so he could change things, use the bed as leverage, push against her more now that he wasn't afraid he was going to hurt her. He was beyond glad they'd started out the way they had, but now, when they both felt like they needed something more and they didn't have much time, his body wanted to be above hers and it was the only way he could think of to do what needed to be done, stretching out above her and curling closer at the same time, hips moving a little faster until -

Something was coming, crawling up his spine, that release he wanted, it was so close, starting to uncoil. He whimpered against her temple, biting down on his lip again before he gasped her name, his body feeling nothing but hers pressed around it, against it, and he wanted to be closer, closer because something was about to go off and he couldn't stop it, his body starting to lock up, hips jerking against hers as he muffled another cry of her name against her shoulder.

Her plea did not go unanswered, he took matters into his own hands, tipping them mover so that she was on her back. It wasn't the most graceful movement at first, their bodies got tangled for a moment or two before they got situated and he was above her, inside of her, pressing her against the mattress as her hair partially hung off the end of the bed. The change in angle, at first, gave her a twinge of discomfort, her eyes clenching shut as she bit back a noise of protest but the moment he moved again, the feeling was quickly replaced with something more power, much more intense and much more pleasurable. It left her even more breathless, another wanton moan escaping her lips as her back bowed, pressing her body closer to his.

It did feel like they were racing the clock or something, he was moving more desperately, with less care than before, she could feel the restraint leave his muscles as her fingers pressed against his back and he moved above her. But he wasn't the only one that felt that desperation, felt that mounting pleasure, like she was on the edge of a great big something, ready to jump. And when his body tensed above hers, he whimpered and gasped and cried out her name, she felt it surge through her, felt pleasure flow through her, it wasn't her release, no, but she didn't know any better, all she knew was that she was flooded with warmth as he came undone above her and she felt like she was coming undone herself. Her legs moved to wrap around his waist, to hold him close even if the gesture might be a bit forward or bold (of course, how much bolder could you get when you're bare beneath your lover) and she held him close, arms around his neck as she let out a moan of her own.

He couldn't help but laugh, quietly, though it was cut off when he saw her face change for that fraction of a second. But he was already moving, and it was clear an instant later that he had made the right move, doing this, because it made her arch and moan even more than before, pulling his mouth back into that big, breathless grin that threatened to never leave.

But coming undone was really all he had left to do, pressing against her harder and faster as she locked her arms and legs around him. He didn't care if the action might be bold, he liked it, it told him that she wanted him here, wanted him close, more than any words ever could. He breathed her name again, breath hitching, heartbeat racing, as his hips moved faster and harder until suddenly -

There was the edge, and then he was over it. He bit back a sound, gasping sharply instead as his back arched and he tried to press himself as absolutely close to her as he could, and then still somehow get closer. His body was burning up, there was a shockwave spreading across his skin, starting from the place where their bodies were connected and racing over every inch of him until there was nothing left but pleasure, but release, something he'd never imagined could feel like this and yet here it was. He selfishly forgot about making Summer feel good, for a moment - he couldn't forget her, not a chance, her very presence was flooding his every sense, his every thought. But all he could think about, past that, was how good he felt, and everything else would have to wait just a minute... or two.

Everything about that very moment was perfect in her mind. The look on his face moments before, that pure and genuine smile she loved more than she could ever express, the way he sounded as he suddenly started to move harder against her, the way she could tell he was teetering on the edge of something just as big as she was. And with those moments, the speed of his hips picking up, she felt her own breath hitch, her own body tense and suddenly, the sweet ache of her body turned into a full blown fire, burning right up with him. She gasped loudly, without consideration as her body was quickly consumed by an altogether new sensation, one she'd never experienced before. It felt like every cell in her body was alive, burning bright, buzzing enough to make her whole body vibrate beneath his, heat spreading through her just as quickly as it was spreading through him.

Her body curled around his, tightened, arms and legs clinging to him as she helplessly just rode out the sensations her body provided, that he provided her, her eyes clenched shut as she swore that fireworks were bursting behind her eyelids.

Robert's body locked up of its own accord, every part of him stilling over Summer as he rode out the waves crashing through him, eyes clenched shut and every inch of him so finely attuned to how he felt. So it was impossible to miss the way her body tightened around his from every single angle all at once, making him gasp again and lean closer, until he was almost crushing her to the bed in an effort to feel her body touching every inch of his. It was amazing, miraculous, it was indescribable, how he felt, the pleasure and the heat rolling through him until his body felt like it might have burned up in the process and he was simply floating in the room, nothing left but the intense, overwhelming love he felt for this girl.

But he hadn't burned up, of course - the pleasure finally,finally seemed to ebb, his lungs burning for air and he took a gasping breath, then another, eyes blinking almost blindly for a moment as he saw Summer underneath him, looking far too close - but that was because he was pressed so closely above her. "Oh - " was about all he could get out, trying to get his elbows underneath him, trying to get his weight off of her just a little as they both lay there panting in the otherwise silent room. His eyes immediately went to the door - even with his chest still heaving, body still tingling, he wanted to make sure her father hadn't heard anything, every part of his senses attuned to the door for just a moment, just to be sure.

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OKAY last tag then beddddd

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FINALLY HOME

YAY i'm here now

We JUST MISSED each other but I was so tiredddd D:

we did! but you had a lonnnng day!

Oh man, I definitely did

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