Well, I don't have the energy nor the time to post another chapter of TA (again, my deepest apologies. I AM NOT abandoning that story..just taking a break from it.) But I still need an outlet for all those random phrases and storylines floating around in my head. Thus, I came up with this:
How Many Ways Do I Kiss Thee?
Lol..don't ask. I was just thinking about how kisses can be so different..and just thought I'd try and write them out. Haha. Just having a little fun.
She felt the desk tremble as her phone vibrated and rushed to pick it up. "Hello?" she asked.
"Hey, darling," A familiar voice said over the phone.
She smiled, and her voice dropped a few octaves. "Hey yourself. What're you doing?"
She chuckled. "I miss you too, dear," she said, letting out a slight ooph! as she flopped on her queen-sized bed.
"Well, hug the puppy I gave you."
She gazed at the grey-and-white stuffed dog lying on her bed, only as big as a pencil case. "It's no substitute for you."
She swore she could hear him grinning over the phone.
"Darling…I have a question to ask you." He sounded hesitant, which was odd. He was never hesitant or nervous.
"Would you…would you let me kiss you?"
She blinked. What an odd question to ask. Weren't boyfriends supposed to kiss their girlfriends? "Uh, sure. If you dare." She couldn't resist being coy.
He was smiling again. "Oh, I dare."
There was 20 minutes before tuition started, and she met him downstairs, looking as handsome as ever despite his casual attire of an England T-shirt and basketball pants. She loved how he managed to look good-looking without even trying.
He greeted her with a wide smile. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself." She kept her gaze trained on the ground, shuffling her feet nervously.
He shook his head, smiling as he looked at her. She always got so nervous around him. He'd never seen other girls act like her before. Usually, they were clustering around him and flirting with him so outrageously it was nauseating. Her shyness was refreshing, and he loved how she made him feel so…powerful.
"Come on, let's go up," he said unexpectedly.
Her shyness forgotten, she looked up at him, astonished. "But you never go into class this early."
"Who said we're going into class?" He winked cheekily at her.
She had no idea what he was talking about, but followed him up the steps to their tuition room anyway. However, when they reached the landing, instead of turning left to enter the room, he walked straight on into an unused classroom. The minute she stepped inside the room, he pulled her to him in a tight hug. She loved how he seemed to act so cool and unaffected in public, but in private he was just as emotional as everyone else.
He sat on a table and held both of her hands while she stood between his legs.
"Tell me the truth," he whispered, and she looked up. "Did you really think I wouldn't do it?"
"Did I think you wouldn't do wha-mmpfh!"
It was a few long seconds before he pulled away, and she just stood there, stunned.He looked at her and let go of her hands. "Sorry…" he apologized, although he didn't know what he was apologizing for. He wasn't sorry at all.
"No…it's okay…" she mumbled, gazing at the ground again. She touched her lips, still moist from his kiss, in shock and wonder.
I've been kissed.
The phrase sounded so…foreign to her. The kiss was strange in itself…it felt like cold rubber tubes pressing against her lips. So much for fairytale perfect kisses, she thought wryly. If this is what kissing feels like, I don't know what all the fuss is about.
The French Kiss
After the longest tuition that she'd ever had to endure in her life, he led her into the room again, where he put his arm around her and leaned in to kiss her again…
…when suddenly, they heard footsteps outside the room.
Quickly, he pulled her into the toilet and bolted the door shut.
"Nobody will disturb us here," he whispered, turning his attention back to her. He took her hand and pulled her gently to him, leaning down to touch her lips with his.
Suddenly, he felt her tonguebrush across hislips, and was so taken by surprise that his legs went weak. He broke the kiss and looked at her incredulously.
"You want a French kiss?"
She looked mortified. "Uh…I…I didn't mean to…" she stuttered, not sure if it was a kissing faux pas or something just as horrible. That's the last time I try to imitate heroines in romance novels, she chastised herself sternly.
She leaned against the white tiled wall of the bathroom, unable to look him in the eye. She was surprised when he stood in front of her and placed both hands on the wall,either side of her face, so that she was trapped in between. Looking up, she asked in a subdued tone, "So…I wasn't supposed to do that?"
He gazed at her forlorn face and barely suppressed a smile. "No, darling, I couldn't be happier."
Her eyes slid shut as he kissed her again, but this time…it was different. His tongue slid in and touched hers, exploring her mouth thoroughly, leaving no doubt in her mind that she was his. She ran her tongue tentatively around his mouth and felt him shudder. He pulled away and broke the kiss, staring into her eyes.
"Did you like that, darling?"
She nodded, smiling shyly, her eyes trained on the mosaic patterns of the floor. "Good," he whispered, "because so did I."
And swooped down to plant his lips on hers…again.
Three weeks later…
"You want me to kiss you first?" she looked at him, her eyes wide. Ever since they'd started dating three weeks ago, he'd always been the one to initiate contact, be it touching, hugging or even kissing.
Well, he was the one with "vast" experience.
He grinned at her obvious discomfort. "That's right, darling. It's not hard to do…you've been kissing me for three weeks now," he said, playfully nuzzling her neck while she sat in his lap.
She bit her lower lip nervously, and it was all he could do not to swoop down and capture her lips again. "O…okay, I guess…" She stared down at the soft grass. They were sitting on a bench in the nearby park, which was deserted as it was nearly dusk. The dying rays of the sun cast his face into shadow, which only increased his rugged handsomeness. A cool breeze blew up, but she felt safe and warm in his arms. "Don't blame me if you don't like it, though…" she mumbled.
He placed two fingers under her chin and propped it up so that she had no choice but to look at him, albeit with a great deal of reluctance. The corner of his mouth quirked up at her adorable shyness. "Not a chance, darling," he said, staring seriously into her dark eyes.
An idea formed in her head, and a small smile tugged the corners of her lips. "I will," she said, "but you have to promise not to move. Not even your mouth."
He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was up to. "Tell me why."
She sensed she had the upper hand, and immediately took full advantage of it. Squirming around in his lap, she turned away and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to kiss you if you don't promise," she said, pretending to pout.
He kissed her cheek and pulled her around so that she was facing him again. "All right, darling, whatever you say. I promise."
She smiled, and he thought he saw a gleam of mischief flash across her eyes. She twined her arms loosely around his neck and leaned in. He tensed, and anticipation coursed through his body as his eyes slid shut, expecting, at the very least, a timid kiss…and maybe some tongue. Her cool lips touched his in a gentle caress, but instead of being slightly parted like they usually were, this time they were closed. He waited for her to open them and slide her tongue inside his waiting mouth, but she didn't, merely continued rubbing her closed lips gently back and forth against his. He sat still, trying to be patient, resisting with all his might the urge to take over the kiss himself.
Any minute now…
Suddenly, he felt her lips part against his, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He parted his lips slightly as well, and couldn't resist a smirk as he felt her tongue against his lips.
That's it, baby.
However, much to his disbelief, she seemed perfectly content to stay outside his mouth, licking softly over the contours of his lips, even taking his lower lip in her mouth and sucking gently on it, but all the while refusing to enter his mouth. His resolve cracked just the tiniest bit, and he allowed his tongue to slip out and find hers. It seemed like she had been anticipating this, though; immediately, she broke contact and jerked away, just far enough so that he couldn't reach her.
"Naughty, naughty," she breathed, a devilish smile playing across her lips.
His resolve shattered.
He stood up. Startled by his sudden movement, she tumbled off, but he caught her just in time. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her to him in a crushing embrace. There wasn't an inch of space between their bodies. Instinctively, she twined her arms around his neck. She felt his heart drum a fast-paced rhythm against her chest and noticed how his breathing seemed to have quickened considerably.
A little alarmed, she looked up into his eyes, which seemed to have turned a darker shade of brown.
"I'm so not going to let you kiss me again," he growled, his voice husky.
And crushed his lips ferociously against hers.
He'd always been bold when he kissed her, but this time…it was different. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth with an intensity she'd never experienced before. He crushed her tighter, tighter, until she could barely breathe. At one point, it seemed like she was leaning on him, and she realized that she was standing on tiptoe to kiss him. His tongue seemed to have a life of its own, completely dominating her mouth.
A streak of defiance blazed through her, and she pressed back fiercely against him, determined that she wouldn't be submissive this time. Her tongue dueled with his and fought for control as he faltered, momentarily stunned at her boldness. He soon regained his composure, however, and continued the enjoyable duel with renewed vigor.
His mouth moved against hers, and his head turned so that his mouth was slanted across hers, never breaking the kiss. He enveloped his body around hers so that every inch of her was touching him. He felt her tongue make its foray into his mouth, and allowed it to explore around his teeth a while before sucking in deeply, creating a vacuum in his mouth so that she couldn't move.
Her eyes flew open, startled, and he grinned. He let her go and loosened his hold on her. He broke the kiss, but let his lips linger upon hers. "Bold, aren't you, darling?" he whispered on her lips.
She was breathless, and panting, not to mention shyer than ever. Still clinging to the back of his shirt, she turned away and buried her face in his shoulder. "Why?" she whispered into his shoulder.
"Why what, darling?"
"Why won't you let me kiss you again?" She looked up at him, bewildered. "You didn't like it?"
He grinned and caressed her cheek. "No, sweetheart, but you were driving me crazy."
To his amusement, she giggled and blushed. "That was the idea," she said, grinning playfully.
He sat down again and pulled her into his lap, rubbing his nose against hers. "I never knew you were such a little tease, darling," he teased her.
She blushed. "Well, it was just an idea…" she muttered, gazing down at her hands.
He took her hands in his own, and marveled for the hundredth time how well they fit in his larger, rougher ones. The sun had long since set, and the first stars were already twinkling in the sky. The light from a nearby streetlamp pooled over them and illuminated her face.
He let go of her hands and cupped her face in his palms, trying his best to memorize each tiny detail of her face to heart, for it would be another week till he would see her again. She was not a conventional beauty by any means, with her tanned skin, frameless glasses and the slight smattering of acne on her forehead. The night breeze blew a few strands of her sun-browned hair across her forehead and tickled his nose.
Her dark eyes only looked big because they were magnified by her glasses…her lips only looked pink because she was slightly dehydrated. She'd never worn braces, so her upper teeth were slightly crooked, making her smile look quite wry. Compared to the fair skinned, silky haired beauties he was constantly surrounded with, she was nothing.
No, not pretty at all.
She was beautiful.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked shyly, lowering her eyelids. His dark gaze had been fixated on her face for a long time, and she was gripped by an unreasonable fear that he'd get tired of her or find imperfections in her if he stared too long.
For he…he wasn't perfect either, she thought, gazing up at him as he continued his silent scrutiny of her features. Taller than her by half a head, with his dark eyes and straight teeth, with dark hair that stood up or lay flat down, depending on his mood. But she stared into his warm brown eyes and felt herself drown in the chocolate pools that radiated so much love.
He loves me.
And that was perfection for her.
She felt dizzy just thinking about it. She looked down at her arms self-consciously, noting that her skin was almost as dark as hers. She sighed softly, and he heard it.
"What's wrong, darling?"
He studied her, and she tried to give him a reassuring smile in return, tried to tell him it was okay. Instead, she blurted out,
"What kind of girls do you think are pretty?"
He was amused. "Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," she muttered, but he wasn't fooled by her seemingly casual attitude. The way she wrung her hands in her lap was proof enough.
"Darling." He grasped her chin gently in one hand and lifted her face up. "All the girls I don't like are cows, (she giggled) the ones I'm friends with are okay-looking, and the one I love…" he paused.
"Yes…?" She tried to prod him.
"Is the most beautiful of all," he finished, smiling at her. Surely that would get rid of her fears.
But no, now she had to choose this moment to get coy.
"So you just think I'm okay-looking?" she pouted. He raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, you did say the ones you were friends with were okay-looking, and I'm your girlfriend, aren't I?" she said, pretending to be hurt.
He threw his head back, closed his eyes and let out a hiss of frustration. "Do I have to prove it to you, darling?"
She felt daring. "By all means."
"I love you," he whispered, looking deep into her eyes, and captured her lips in a tender kiss.
This kiss was nothing like the previous one, full of heat and fireworks and lust. This kiss was slow, gentle, with hardly any pressure at all. He still slid his tongue in her mouth, but just left it there, letting her get used to it, then withdrawing it. One of his hands came up to caress her face as she kissed him.
They pulled apart, and she was shocked when he ran a thumb across her soft lips, wiping off any excess spit. She lay her head in the crook of his shoulder, where it fit perfectly, and felt his head rest on top of hers. They sat like that for a while, bathed in the pale moonlight, until they heard the town clock chime nine.
"We should go, darling," he said, nuzzling her neck.
She sighed. "Okay." She got off his lap and stood up. He stood in front of her, and bent his head for one last kiss. He kissed her gently, even though for some odd reason, she badly wanted him to conquer her mouth like he had done earlier…to tell the whole world that she was his, and no one else's. He was so…possessive that way.
And she liked it.
He pulled away, and she instantly missed his warmth. He took her completely by surprise when he bent down and dropped a kiss on her nose, an act of such affection that she felt her heart melt.
"I love you too," she whispered back, and hugged him fiercely, as if she never wanted to let him go.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he released her from the hug. "I have to go, darling, and so should you. I'll see you on Saturday, okay?" he asked.
"Of course, dear," she smiled.
"I love you, darling. You're mine…don't ever forget that," he murmured, staring intently into her eyes.
She nodded, gazing back at him. "You're mine too," she pointed out, grinning.
He smiled and kissed her cheek tenderly. "Till next time, princess."
"Till next time," she echoed, watching him turn away and melt off into the cold night, touching her lips and remembering his kiss.
Till next time, darling.
So, what'd you think? Only four kinds of kisses, I know, but I haven't been able to think of others. Haha. Anyway, a very short affair, only 9 pages..so read and enjoy! It is a one shot, by the way..don't ask me to continue this. I can't commit to it..haha.
Dedicated to Andrew. ) (Shonts, is this 'juicy' enough for you? Hahaha..)