Waffles: A Fictional Narrative

Eventually, he planted a final kiss on each and moved his ministrations lower. Both of Brett's hands moved to her waist, and he grinned up. "Think I make you scream, Elena, or should I stop? Maybe just fuck you, right now, or should how I find out how you taste? Afer he asked, he pressed his lips to her stomach, and glided his palms under her body. Brett's nails lightly raked her back, and the tight globes of her ass as he continued, planting kisses and nibbles on her stomach, and sucked the cold cube back between his lips, smiling up at

Bodies collided against each other. His hands trailed up my torso lingering on the ridges of my ribs. Hot kisses were placed against my chest slowly before continuing up my neck. The temperature in the room seemed to change, growing molten hot the closer he came to my lips. I twitched in anticipation, sparks were flying all around our bodies. My hands pulled at the smooth sheets beneath me. He was so close to me, so personal. I had barely enough space to breath. His lips finally joined with mine igniting a flame between us. His arms wrapped around me, lifting me without disconnecting our lips. We broke apart briefly before meeting again. The candles around us flickered in the breeze coming from a nearby open window.

A look of surprise crossed her face, tight lips forming around unspoken words. “Um, okay then, would you like to do anything else?”

“I hoped to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” Thomas said as he walked toward the Captain’s Quarters. “Especially since we missed supper last night,” he grinned, raising his eyebrows twice before leaning to kiss her cheek.

“You’re insatiable and I’m hungry,” she remarked while jumping out of bed before Ray had time to grab her. Heading for the bathroom, she turned her head to see him drop back down on the pillows putting his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.

She felt the strength in his arms as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. His hands gripping her back side as if he wanted to commit every last curve to memory. But it was the kiss that send her mind spinning. She moaned and met his passion with her own, her teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging as her body pressed firmly against his.

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

"I heard what happened in Mrs. Johnson's class," he smirked, going down to kiss her neck. She wanted so badly to push him off, but she'd be in trouble if she did, yet it felt heavenly to

He was still sleeping, curled up in a ball with dark hair covering his face. Placing the platter down on the nightstand, you tucked a large chunk of hair behind his ear and placed soft kisses along his jaw as a wake up call. He hummed in response, opening his eyes and turning his head towards you. A lazy smile was plastered across his face as you pressed his lips to his, admiring his warmth. "What is that delicious smell?" His voice was deeper and raspier than usual- you loved his morning voice.

The pain hurried through her for just a moment before being replaced again by his caresses. It felt shocking good and was successful at making her listen to his next words. There was no hesitation as she nodded her head quickly, digging her nails in sheets a little as she restrained herself. There was always the natural urge to disobey, to take the control back but it went out like a light when the length of

Trailing her fingers down the flat planes of his abs, She began to slowly move, pitching herself forward, her lips hovering just above his. “Has it always been like this?” she asked rolling her hips, making him groan.

Thursday came and went and he never called. Monday afternoon I received news that he moved away with his real family to

Percival clenched his fists at his sides. “I do not wish to sit. Tell me what’s happening.”

“God, I love you, Y/N.” He lifted your chin towards him with his left hand and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Tired, buddy?" I asked as I left a light kiss on his head. He nodded before wrapping one of his arms around me. I smiled before leaning back and grabbing the blankets and covering us up.