That Night [Written 2009]

**smut warning**

The drive to his apartment was boring. He asked me how my day had been and I began venting about how terrible the morning was. I don't know why I thought that would be a good idea, except that he was eating so, perhaps I just thought that it was an easy thing to talk about so that he wouldn't have to respond much.

We pulled into his place and he pointed across the parking lot towards his bike. I liked it because it was black, red – or burgundy – and sliver. It looked pretty, but I'm still not sure how comfortable I'm going to be if he ever asks me to ride it. Then I asked him what he had to take in. After he listed off a few things, I helped him to carry the bags up the stairs to his apartment. He walked first so he could unlock and open the doors to his apartment complex. I can't remember the number, but you go in the glass doors, up the stairs, and then it's the one in the corner on the right. The complex appeared pretty small, but his apartment was nice - nothing like I imagined it would be, although I was probably figuring he would have some sort of bachelor pad, not remembering to consider that his age would imply that he had accumulated more material objects than a stereotypical bachelor pad would consist of.

We walked in and I handed him the duffel bag that I had carried into the room, and he threw it down in the living room area before walking further into the apartment. He started down a hallway that led to the bedroom and bathroom. I followed him, but kept some distance so as not to imply that I was desperate for him. He turned on the light in the bathroom, but came back out anyway and asks what I planned on doing.

“I don't know...” Then I walked down the hallway and he was sidetracked. He went about showing me the bedroom, which was kind of small but, not uncomfortably small. When we walked back into the living room and he showed me the "computer room" which was really nothing but boxes, then we went from that room back into the living room. He picked up a RenFest poster and told me that he took the two pictures that were featured on it. I smiled, mostly because the picture he held up was the the same image found on the ticket from my first year at the Renaissance festival. After he set the picture down, he said,

"Alright, I'm gonna go take a shower.” But then he sat in an office chair.

"Really? It looks like you're sitting, to me," I smirked but walked towards him anyway. I placed my legs between his and put my hands on either side of his neck. I leaned down to kiss him and every fantasy I'd ever dreamt up came true in one instant. We kissed for a while in that position, his hands adventuring from my neck to my lower back with a gentle touch I'm not used to. He kept commenting on how warm I was and how he liked that. Eventually, he stood up and, again, said he was going to take a shower. I stood between him and the couch, facing him, then he placed his hands on either side of my face and he kissed me, sweet and long. I managed to gracefully sit down on the couch and he placed his knees on either side of me to straddle me and, yes, I wanted him. I placed my hands on his back, grazing the length of his torso with the tips of my fingers. He felt my hair, my face, then placed his hands underneath of my shirt to feel my back, my front, until his touch became a torture that I could not get enough of. He moved my hair from my neck and kissed me, the bit close to my collar bone - everything he did made me shudder.

"What are you thinking?" He asked seductively.

"Nothing..." I moaned.

He pressed his hips against mine, knowing that there was no possible way my mind was unoccupied. God, I wanted him...

We stood again and I hugged him tight. He placed his hands on my neck and pulled me away just enough so that we could look at each other. He kissed my forehead, beside each of my eyes, both sides of my jaw bone then grazed my lips with his. When he pulled away, his hands were still on my face, rubbing my cheekbones.

He whispered, “Such stunning eyes,” as he underlined them with his thumbs. “And a cute nose, too,” as he outlined it with his fingers. Then he rested his hands underneath of my jaw and he pulled my mouth to his own before he, again, said that he was going to go to take a shower. At that point I truly started protesting. I attempted to lock him out of the bathroom - which was a failed attempt. Then he changed his mind and began lighting some candles. He tried to look cool and held the lighter up beside his face to light it, before thinking, then pulled the lighter away from his face as he realized that it would catch his hair on fire. It was a long candle lighter, so he went through the living room "shooting" the candles. Then he asked me if I'd seen one like that before,

"Yes, I know what lighters look like!" I said with a cocky tone as I stole it away. "Oh, what now? The woman took the toys away."

"Well, I've got some in the bedroom I think you'd like more."

"Oh yeah?" I set the lighter down on a box and he came back towards me. I kissed him again.

"Look at those eyes," he muttered and I blushed.

I wasn't sure he noticed just how red my face was. "Yours are pretty nice, too. They're different."

"How so?"

"They're a lighter brown...it's a good thing." Eventually he again started backing his way down the hall towards the bathroom. We had our hands together and it was a slow dragging movement down the hallway. I wasn't sure if he was going to ask me to join him or not, and I'm still not sure, if he had asked, what I would have said. I wanted to, that's for sure, but I didn't want him to be another name on my list – or the opposite – besides, I'm tired of listing everything...

He came back to me, asking me what I was thinking,

"Nothing..." I muttered, not about to list my uncertainty.

"Yeah, I see that sultry look...you're good at that."

I didn't deny that I gave him a look because my passions were flying, but I was still too nervous to take the risk of being invited to the shower with him.

"It's sure taking you a while to get into the shower." I turned my back to face him.

"Yeah, I know. I'm trying to be a gentleman."

"And I'm trying to be a lady."

"Alright, then we're going to stand here acting as a gentleman and lady." He turned around so that our backs were facing each other. Then he started reaching back around me and I said,

"No! Gentleman and lady time!" So I linked arms with him to try and keep him from trying anything, then he bent over and began picking me up onto his back and I tried so hard to not freak out. Then I retaliated by doing the same to him. At one point I had made it so that our backs were parallel to one another. It did wonders for my back, though.

We let go of our linked arms and he hugged me from behind. The butterflies flew through me then, feeling him that close to me - knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him...it had been a while since I had felt that so genuinely. But then I started thinking again, “Was it genuine?”

He reached in front of me, to the box where my things were, and grabbed the lighter.

"No! It's mine, now!" I was kidding, of course, but he began going to the bedroom and I tried to stop him. We get pretty tangled up as I was trying to retrieve the lighter from him, until finally I fell on the ground and started just trying to pull him away from the candles in the bedroom. He finally gave me the lighter, but then grabbed another one that was residing on the table with the candles in the bedroom. It is an awkward position: me sitting on the floor in front of him, and he standing.

"While you're down there..."

"Oh no, Mister."

"Take my boots off. What were you thinking?" He had a look of sarcastic surprise.

"Yeah, huh...sure, as though that's all you were thinking."

He sat on the bed and I continued to sit on the floor. I attempted to take his boots off but they laced up funny so I made him do it.

He eventually found his way into the shower and I attempted to get on his computer to dump some music off, but he had a password on it which I didn't know. So, instead I went back to his bedroom and began rummaging through his closet. I found a shirt I liked - a plaid, long-sleeved, button up, but I changed my mind because it smelled like storage, not like him. So, I searched some more and finally discovered a black and white, almost gray looking shirt that smelled like him. I put it on, removed my bra, and looked for something else to occupy my mind. I go back into the living room to turn the computer off, then returned to the bedroom to look at his bookcases. I found a quote book that looked quite complicated because it was set up in an odd way. I was laying on his bed, reading one of his books, wearing one of shirts and I just felt right. I could hear him in the bathroom, the shower stopped but I knew it would still be a minute. Then I heard a blow dryer.

"Are you kidding me?" He didn't hear me, so once he stopped I said it again.

"What?"

"Are you blow drying your hair?"

"Yes..."

"Are you kidding? Why?"

"I can't hear you!"

I stopped talking at that point, just smirking about all of his oddities. He walked out and he wasn't wearing a shirt, but had on a pair of faded, worn-out blue jeans.

"What are you reading?" He came closer to see, "Quote book?"

"Yeah..."

"I like that one."

"Yeah, it's pretty good." I closed the book and he laid down on the bed at an awkward angle from me. I got up to put the book away. "I took one of your shirts."

"What? Oh...I forgot about that shirt."

"Yeah, well, the one I really liked just smelled like storage so I didn't see the point?"

"What? Which one?"

I described the shirt, then mentioned a pair of plaid-like pants I had seen. He didn't know what I am talking about so we walked into the closet together and I showed him.

"That's not plaid...and this shirt doesn't smell like storage."

"Mmmmkay..."

It turns out the plaid-like pants were actually a part of a suit, which was so cool!

Then we got on the bed again, except he was laying down and I was sitting, kind of against the foot of the bed. One of his feet were relatively close to me, so I touched it, then realized how soft his feet were. I commented on this and he didn't really understand, then I found out he had ticklish feet, too. I told him to move so that he was laying more square on the bed, he did and I started giving him a foot massage. It wasn't a very long one, and I could have done better, but I think he appreciated it nonetheless.

When I stopped, he was laying there with me sitting at his feet. I leaned forward to kiss him, but my legs were on one side of him. When I attempted to straddle him, he moved his leg so it didn't work out very gracefully. I did manage to put my legs on either side of him, and I was sitting on him, touching his chest as he was touching my back and my front. Only then noticing that I was wearing less than I had been before. He reached his hands up the back of the shirt, then moves them towards the front to feel my breasts. My hands were more interested in his chest and his neck.

At some point, I decided that taking my shirt off was a good idea, and so I did. So, two shirtless people, one sitting on the other, just looking at one another. I've never let someone look at me for that long before - I never thought it mattered that much. His touch was still a torture - his soft hands on my rough skin, and his light touch that felt like heaven no matter what. I leaned toward him and kissed him. Then he placed one nipple in his mouth, then the other, and alternated for a while. It was nice that he had such a gentle touch, but I think, had he moved faster or with more intensity, I would have been compelled to do more with him than I initially intended on.

I sat back up and he felt my sides, my stomach, my breasts, my nipples. I arched my back and moved my body as he instructed. Him and his visualization tendencies...and his textile tendencies are something to long for.

When I leaned forward on him again, he made it so our chests were together and I was pressing my chest down on his. He liked the feeling of having me on top of him - and I didn't mind it too much, either. He began feeling my back, then my legs until his fingers ventured between my legs. It was an interesting angle to receive pleasure from, but maybe that's why it felt so amazing. I didn't know exactly what he did, other than succeed where every guy before had failed. I couldn't help but arch my back so I was practically doing a back bend on top of him. I was moaning his name because I couldn't think of anything else in the world. I have never been that overwhelmed with emotion and passion and lust and completeness. I heard him lick his fingers, which only made me want him more. I wanted to pleasure him, but by the time he finished I had came at least twice, if not three times (don't ask how I couldn't know) and my legs were numb. He moved his hands to my back again and I crashed my lips to him, kissing him with a passion that I don't think he prefers. He pushed me away for a second and kissed me slow and smooth instead of my quick rapid kisses. I eventually just collapsed on him, my head finding refuge on his shoulder and my hands underneath of them. His hands laid on my back and I was so content.

I believe I may have began falling asleep in his arms until he asked, "Are you comfortable."

"Hmm?"

"Are you comfortable?"

It wasn't until that moment that I realized I was putting all of my weight on him and that perhaps he was uncomfortable. I rolled off of him quickly as I asked, "Crap, are you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I was just going to lay you on your side."

"Oh...well..."

"Obviously you were comfortable."

"Erg, I should have asked you first."

"I was fine..." He laid on his side, one hand up where I was laying my head, the other resting on his side. I eventually became comfortable laying down close beside him, and he wrapped his other hand around me, pulling me closer. We tangled our legs together and I took in his scent. It's hard to explain, but maybe that's the point. His fingers grazed over my back as mine did on his. We had no blankets on, so the warmth was found in each other. At this point, though, he was saying that I was cool to the touch, and I didn't really understand. All I cared about was the fact that I was touching his skin, taking in his scent, being part of everything I had dreamed about.

"Are you happy?" I asked him, making sure he was just as content as I.

"Yes, I am."

"Good." I snuggled closer to him.

Some time passed of sweet silence and subtle small talk.

"Can I ask you something and you promise it won't weird you out?"

"Sure."

"When was the last time you thought you were in love with someone?"

"Oh, it's been a while."

"How did you know?"

"Well, I didn't know until it was over that I felt that strongly for her. I still kick myself in the butt over that one."

My heart sank a little bit, but then I remembered that I should not have been bothered by the statement.

Then he asked me, "What makes you feel that strongly about me?"

And to repeat everything I told him would be impossible, although I think I said everything I really wanted to say. I mentioned the idea that I'd never felt that way before, and that I could imagine everything in my life involving him. He told me not to let my feelings for him interfere with my future. I kept trying to tell him that the only thing my feelings for him would change was the pace at which I was going to do everything. I tried to explain to him that he was my reason for trying hard because everyone else in my life was failing and I wanted to be where he was. He then mentioned that I have a lot of experiences in my life that are going to change my opinions and views on things, and again all I could think was that nothing in my life would change except that, if I lived with him, then I would go to school wherever I had to in order to ensure that I would be with him. I told him something along the lines of, even though I'm sure he could provide for me, I wouldn't ask him to, because that's just not the kind of person I am. He seemed to appreciate that. He then mentioned that he has flaws, so many that I don't even know - and I said the same thing. And the flaws of his that I know about, I'm not concerned about them ruining this - I'm more concerned about my own.

We laid there together for a while, in near silence as he was falling asleep. He snored...well, kind of. He has sleep sounds, that's for sure, but it didn't really bother me. Then, when he was more awake, he said that he was cold, so I started to rub his back and I gave him a sort-of massage on his lower back and then I moved up towards his neck, but I was so tired I fell asleep, too. Then at 10:30 I told him we might have to leave soon and he said we had to rush.

When we get out of bed I realized just how affected my legs were and I was nervous about walking down the stairs. Then, as we drove home I was running my hand up and down his arm because I was not finished touching him yet. He eventually moved his hand off of the steering wheel, and I thought he was telling me I could hold his hand, but when I tried to intertwine my fingers with is, he didn't respond. Then, at the last red light before we get to the drop-off point, I kissed him because I knew I wouldn't be able to do it after that. The hug good-bye wasn't as great as it could have been but, then again, I had been laying in his arms for a good portion of the night.

I still feel a little guilty that I didn't do more for him, but I guess that just means he'll have to wait until next time. Needless to say, I'm extremely happy right now, and I hope I don't do anything to ruin this.