My hand fell across his face with a resounding SLAP! Jesse's neck twisted so far around that I thought it might break and I almost resented slapping him in the first place. Almost, but not quite.
Jesse whipped around to stare at me with incredulous eyes. "Why the hell did you do THAT?!"
"Because you're blaming yourself for something that isn't your fault."I pouted, eyes lowered to the ground.
Jesse was still clutching his cheek, unsure of how to respond. "I...it's just...your health..."
"My health is MY health. I'LL worry about it. Besides, it was my idea last night anyways," I lashed out at him without thinking.
"But if doing what we did makes you this weak in the morning, maybe we shouldn't..." his voice faded into the background as my thoughts swam wildly out of control. Suddenly, I wasn't having this argument with Jesse. I was back on the bed, reliving last night, lost in my thoughts.
Jesse's firm hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer and closer until there was no space between us. I locked my legs around his waist and buried my face in the nook between his neck and shoulder. A low moan erupted from his throat, feral and raw, reverberating through his whole body. A molten lava kindled in my stomach, causing my eyelids to flutter, my muscles to tense, and my back to arch.
Shakily, I brought my lips to his neck, brushed them back and forth, trying to elicit a response from him. It worked in less than two seconds.
With a growl, Jesse ripped off my shirt in one fluid movement. I shivered once from the unexpected chill of naked skin to open air. His hands were all over me at once: stomach, neck, chest, back. But right then I wanted his lips, not his hands.
He seemed to sense my need, for he angled his head downwards as I arched my neck up to meet him halfway. My lips parted momentarily to gasp for air and--
"Kayla? Are you listening to me?" Jesse practically yelled, shaking me lightly by the shoulders.
"What? Y-yes, of course I was! I just..." I bit my lip, willing myself to be thrown back into my reminiscing.
Jesse sighed and drew a hand through his messy hair. "I don't think we should...do anything until you're cured."
"You mean no sex?" I stated blatantly.
Now it was his turn to bite his lip. "Exactly."
Jesse whipped around to stare at me with incredulous eyes. "Why the hell did you do THAT?!"
"Because you're blaming yourself for something that isn't your fault."I pouted, eyes lowered to the ground.
Jesse was still clutching his cheek, unsure of how to respond. "I...it's just...your health..."
"My health is MY health. I'LL worry about it. Besides, it was my idea last night anyways," I lashed out at him without thinking.
"But if doing what we did makes you this weak in the morning, maybe we shouldn't..." his voice faded into the background as my thoughts swam wildly out of control. Suddenly, I wasn't having this argument with Jesse. I was back on the bed, reliving last night, lost in my thoughts.
Jesse's firm hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer and closer until there was no space between us. I locked my legs around his waist and buried my face in the nook between his neck and shoulder. A low moan erupted from his throat, feral and raw, reverberating through his whole body. A molten lava kindled in my stomach, causing my eyelids to flutter, my muscles to tense, and my back to arch.
Shakily, I brought my lips to his neck, brushed them back and forth, trying to elicit a response from him. It worked in less than two seconds.
With a growl, Jesse ripped off my shirt in one fluid movement. I shivered once from the unexpected chill of naked skin to open air. His hands were all over me at once: stomach, neck, chest, back. But right then I wanted his lips, not his hands.
He seemed to sense my need, for he angled his head downwards as I arched my neck up to meet him halfway. My lips parted momentarily to gasp for air and--
"Kayla? Are you listening to me?" Jesse practically yelled, shaking me lightly by the shoulders.
"What? Y-yes, of course I was! I just..." I bit my lip, willing myself to be thrown back into my reminiscing.
Jesse sighed and drew a hand through his messy hair. "I don't think we should...do anything until you're cured."
"You mean no sex?" I stated blatantly.
Now it was his turn to bite his lip. "Exactly."
