Fic: Fluffy White Carpet (part 4)

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Hi people. Remember me? Well, this my new installment of a story that 
I've written purely on a whim of fancy. Enjoy.


Part 4

She rolled off the bed, and she was two steps from the door, before I 
realized that she was leaving me, that she was running away from her 
words. She was trying to take them all back and pretend that this 
moment, in the early light and the comfort of the bed, hadn't existed 
at all. Maybe she wanted to go back to being friends, trying not to 
make any rifts between us. Well, I wouldn't let her. I leaped off the 
bed and met her escape with a flying tackle. I guess I even startled 
myself with that one.

So there she was, lying under me as I straddled her waist and pressed 
her into the carpet. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was 
coming quickly. I could feel her trembling. She's the strongest 
person I know, yet she's under me and trembling because of me. I lean 
down, and I cup the side of her face in my hand, thanking God that 
she wasn't leaving, even though I knew she could. She was letting me 
stop her. I could feel her shaking, her fear, and I think I was 
trembling too, because the moment was too intense for both of us.

"Let me go," she said in the softest of voices, and I could tell that 
she was near tears with the way her voice quivered. 
"No," I said. "I love you too, you dummy," I said, as I gently kissed 
her forehead, and then nestled down into her, burying my head in the 
side of her neck. She smelled exotic, something French and some kind 
of flowery soap that she used. I felt her hands creep up and pull me 
into a hug. God, I love her hands. They're so strong, I feel like she 
owns me, that she's covering me and saving me all at once. 

There are so many things that I want to do in this moment. I've 
imagined a million different scenarios. I've pictured sitting in the 
library researching and her knocking the book away and hoisting me 
into her lap. I've lain in bed so many times with her slumbering 
before me, and I wished that I could reach over and pull her to me. 
She's heat. This moment though, it's serene and it's calm, and I 
feel like I could stay here forever, on the floor and in her arms. My 
head doesn't even hurt anymore, and that's saying something.

Oh no. Oh no, I being rolled over. My little moment of power 
is gone, and now I'm pressed against the carpet and she's peering 
down at me, with an expression that's not quite a smile although it's 
happy, and I'm one second away from gulping. 

"Good morning," she said, and her voice isn't soft anymore. 
It's throaty and hungry somehow, and I've never heard it before. 
Well, directed towards me anyway. There are goosebumps all down my 
neck and arms, and now I know I'm trembling. 
I've lost the ability to speak. And while that may be a blessing in 
disguise since I'm not sure exactly what my mind would come up with 
at the moment, the silence that lingers after her statement is 
drenched with anticipation and excitement, and I don't know how long 
I can take it. 

I've lost myself now. I'm hers, and the room is swirling so I close 
my eyes. She's pressing against me, all of her. She lowered her head 
slowly and when I thought I just might die, she kissed me, her lips 
soft and strong against mine. Her tongue darts into my mouth and I 
think that I might be whimpering as her hands begin to softly trail 
up my stomach, higher, higher. She's moving against me, in a gentle 
rhythm, and I raise my head to make sure that her lips never leave 
mine. I've wrapped my legs around her, holding her to me. I'm rising 
again, and I know that she's carrying me somewhere, to the bed I 
think, but I don't know because she's still kissing me and touching 
me. 

Her hands are slowly making their way underneath my shirt. I think 
I've fallen off the end of the world. 

TBC

Ha ha! You've read the whole thing! I actually tricked somebody into 
reading what I've written. (Insert maniacal laugh here.) Being 
disgusted with my deceit, feel free to barrage me with hate mail.