Opposites Attract

Emma smiled a little at him and shook her head. "Maybe not - but maybe I will eventually. I mean, you got to kiss me, didn't you?" She asked him teasingly. Then she breathed into his next kiss and then shiveted, smiling at him. She gasped as he pushed her backwards and then fell beside her. This left her in a more vulnerable position but she liked it as he wrapped himself around her.

She felt a tingling inside. Like her body was all shivery and warm and she liked his touch. She let out a soft whimper as he kissed her neck and she giggled. She was ticklish. When he said her name, she looked back at him with wide eyes and a vulnerable composure. "Okay..." She agreed with a blush. "Why me?" She asked softly.

[i love this rp!]

Her little whimpering was music to his ears. James listened to her carefully and then kissed her neck again. He sucked on her skin lightly, wanting to leave a hickey, so that everyone knew she belonged to him. But he pulled his lips away, running his hand up and down her back. He pressed his body against hers and traced little patterns on her back with his finger.

"Because," he began, his voice throaty and deep. "You're so innocent, so perfect," he spoke slowly. He paused, admiring her adorable expression, groaning ever so lightly. "Bet you've never felt anything like this, huh sweetie?" he said with a smirk, rolling his hips against hers once.

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[accidentally posted it twice]

Emma shiveted a little at the way he kissed her neck, sucking now. It was driving her crazy now and she liked it. Se didn't unferstand his interest in her - she was nothing special. She knew she certainly couldn't make him whimper like he could make her whimper right now. It was nice to have someone interested - even if he was the worst possible choice.

She looked up at him with wonder in his eyes - both from the way he made her feel to the way that he spoke about her. It was all new...and crazy... And strange. This attraction - it was probably just lust. She had to be careful so e didn't just use her and get rid of her. She would have to still be rational.

As he rolled his hips into hers, her cheeks turned a bright shade of red in the darkness and Se pulled her hips away a little. "James, I'm not ready for anything like that..."

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James chuckled lightly. "I know you aren't," he admitted. Carefully, he shifted his body and kissed her again. It was just too tempting. "I'm sorry cutie, I just couldn't stop myself," he said, raising his eyebrow and smirking. Gently, he found both of her hands and squeezed them in his. He felt guilty for not mentioning the time to her.

He placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed his lips to her skin under her jaw line, sucking lightly on her neck. He rubbed her back as he gave her a small hickey, lifting his head again to look into her eyes. "I'm crazy for you, Emma," James whispered.

Upstairs, he heard the door open and shut. He closed his eyes and sighed, hearing his parents walk in. "It's really late," he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Do you want me to take you home?" He offered. "You could stay here if you wanted."

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Emma was getting lost in his touch - and she didn't necessarily mind that. She liked being with him like this right now and she never wanted it to stop. And then here he was holding her hands tightly and kissing her neck... It was all enough to really drive her crazy. No one had ever been this way with her before - and she was glad that he was right now, even though she didn't want to go fast.

She shiveted as he sucked on her neck. "I don't know why.. Me of all people... Why crazy for me?" She couldn't wrap her mind around it so she just shook her head and sighed.

She was snapped into reality at the sound of a door and she gasped, looking up as james remindrd he of the time. "Oh my gosh, I have homework to do..." She said and shook he head. "I don't want to stay here and be annoying while I'm only doing homework..."

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James sighed, stealing one last quick kiss before forcing himself to let go of her. He sat up and switched off the tv, then walked away from the couch. He fumbled around in the darkness for the light switch, flicking it on when he finally found it. James rubbed his eyes and smiled lightly at the sight of her laying on his couch.

"No, you're fine. Go ahead and do your...homework," he said, grimacing as if the word tasted funny in his mouth. He spun around, looking towards his unused desk. It had a single highlighter on its surface, like a sad representation of his school effort. "You can use my desk if you want, dear," he muttered, waving his hand towards it.

"I'm gonna go grab some food for us," he spoke, as his stomach rumbled appreciatively. James winked at her and then headed up the stairs.

God dammit, she was so perfect. He couldn't even pinpoint the reason why. She was everything he had envisioned when he'd first seen her on the bleachers. He blinked her out of his mind and headed into the kitchen. His mom was there, sipping from a mike's hard lemonade bottle as she scrolled through her phone.

"Jimmy," she spoke. "Who are you talking to down there?" He could tell she was in one of her better moods when she called him Jimmy. "Emma, mom, she's really..." he began, only to be shushed and confronted with a wagging finger. His mom had answered a phone call. James sighed, knowing that she found his presence irritable. He quickly made two sandwiches and grabbed a couple beers for himself.

Heading back downstairs, James tossed the beer bottles onto the couch, holding the sandwiches.

Emma looked up at him as he got up from the couch and she sighed lightly, shaking her head. She was still sprawled out there and rather comfy. If she had the choice, she wouldn't move at all - but the good girl part of her still had a really strong hold on her.

She sat up and stretched, arching her back out - in doing so, unknowingly flaunting her chest. She sighed then and giggled. "Oh - don't say it with so much anger! It won't take me all that long, really!" She said with a pout and shook her head.

She carried her backpack over to the desk and pulled her books out as he started to ascend the stairs. It was now while she was alone that she really could think about these crazy things going on. James? What did he want with?! SHe didn't know but it made her heart race.

Somehow, this bad boy had found his way to the good girl's heart - or at least some sort of pleasure center that was messing with her emotions. She would still be smart.

"What did you get?" She asked happily, already halfway through her calculus homework. She looked up at him and there was an exhilaration in her eyes - a mix of excitement from him and enjoyment of work.

"Got some tasty sammiches," he said with a grin, bringing one to her and handing her the plate. He looked at her homework. Shit seemed complicated. James tried for a second to remember the last time he'd done homework. It was when he was a relatively small little kid - when he still believed that his parents loved him very much.

He watched her and smiled to himself. "Why do you have to be so fucking adorable, Emma?" He asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. "I'm not joking, I really want to know," he said with a grin. Slowly, James set his sandwich down. He stepped up behind her chair and rubbed her shoulders, kneading his knuckles into her muscles gently. He was proud of himself for managing to gain some of her trust, even though his reputation had frightened her so badly.

James let go of her and picked up his sandwich again, eating it as he plopped down onto his couch again. When he finished the sandwich, he picked up one of the bottles and stepped over to the desk. He placed the cap of the bottle on the edge of the desk and hit it with his palm, popping off the cap.

He lifted the rim to his lips and took a swig, then looked at her and raised his eyebrow.

Emma giggled lightly at his tone as he talked to he and she nodded her head happily. "We - you're right - that does look like a tasty sandwich!" She said happily as she took it from him and she watched him, noticing him watching her.

As soon as she was comfortable to think he wasn't lookin anymore, he spoke - caught her off guard with the swearing oo. She just hadnt been expecting it - but she guessed she had been silly not to. She was slowly turning to look at him when suddenly his hands were on her shoulders and she closed her eyes, feeling so good to have him massaging her shoulders like that. "I don't know - ohhh, that feels good." She whimpered lightly, sighing at him. That felt so nice.

She liked how comfortable she was with him. Even as she sat here in his room, she was completely comfortable and that felt good. It was good to just feel wanted in a way different than family love - and she could feel a want from him. She hurried on her homework a little - wanting to be back to being wrapped in his arms again, but she knew she had her priorities.

"What are you doing, showing off?" She asked him trasingly as he opened the bottle and she turned back to her work. "I'm almost done." She said happily.

James set the bottle down on the desk and rolled his eyes. "Hurry up," he grumbled, dying to have his lips on hers. He picked the bottle up again and took another huge gulp of alcohol. Then he remembered that Mark was supposed to come his way to pick up some weed. He glanced at the clock and then moved to his dresser, digging around until he found his stash. He was feeling generous, and he shoved a hefty amount into his pockets.

James set the bottle on the desk again, standing next to Emma. His phone vibrated and he answered the call.

"Hey," he murmured, a certain uninterested tone lacing his voice. It was one of his ex-girlfriends, Jennifer, and she'd been trying to rekindle things. "No, not tonight," he said, glancing at Emma. He chuckled lightly. "Hell yeah," he said cheerfully. "No promises. Right. Bye." Sighing, he put his phone away again and sipped his beer.

"Emma check it out," he said as he blew across the top, causing the bottle to hum with a low noise. "You done with your homework yet?" He said, walking over to his bed and sitting on the edge. He watched her as he swallowed more beer. He wondered if he would sacrifice his bed to her and sleep on the couch, or if she was daring enough to sleep with him.

Emma giggled lightly as he urged her to hurry up. She liked that. She liked that he wanted to be with her but was being patient enough that he would wait for her to be done. It was oddly thoughtful for a guy of his nature and she didn't know what to think about him. Then again, she was now involved with him, so her thoughts were slightly biased anyway.

She noticed him rummaging and didn't think much of it but the call was weird - maybe that was just her being cautious though. She didn't know. She looked up at him during the call and caught him looking at her. It made her smile and then she turned back to her homework, knowing she had to finish it quite soon.

Even so, she was amazed by him. He blew on the top of the bottle and it made music and she giggled, clapping for him. "That's pretty cool." She said with a laugh and then turned to look at him. "Yeah - I'm done now - happy?" She asked teasingly and stepped in front of him where he sat on the bed.

"Now what?"

"Now," James said, as he reached out and took her hands. "You can snuggle your pretty little self up in my bed and think about if you want me to join you or not," He said with a grin, winking. He hoped she wouldn't make him sleep on the couch, his bed was nice. But tonight, it wasn't really his bed, it was hers.

"I'm going to go, um, make a little profit," he said with a sly smile, circling around the subject of the drugs he was about to sell to his friend. "And you can tell me if you'll let me cuddle you or not when I get back, okay princess?"

James stood, closing his eyes and brushing his fingers along her face. He leaned down and kissed her, nibbling her lip for just a small tease before he pulled away and headed towards the stairs. He winked at her before he disappeared. Walking out of the front door, James found Mark already waiting, parked on the street. He jogged over to the car and hopped in the back seat.

They quickly traded the drugs and the cash. James was about to leave when Mark said "Hey, I gotta know. Who was that girl, earlier?" James bristled protectively, until he recognized that Mark was only curious. "Her name is Emma," James said casually. "She's my girlfriend," he said, yawning, like it was nothing. "Wait, what??" Mark said, turning around in his seat to look at James. James laughed a little and nodded. "But you just broke up with Heather last week!" Mark said, a wide grin across his face. James shrugged and got out of the car. "Hey, player, go get it in, man!" Mark called after James before he peeled out.

James knew that Emma wasn't just for fun, though. She was different. Heading back downstairs, he opened his arms and smiled bashfully at her. "So what's the verdict, honey?"

Emma was surprised by his words - and oddly enough, she liked that. No matter how much of a bad guy he played off to be - and maybe he partially was, he cared. He was giving her the choice - and she was so grateful for that. She was glad that this was up to her and she smiled as she laid down in his bed. It was comfy, she had to say, and she cuddled up to the blankets, smiling as he looked over her for a moment.

She blushed at his words. She wasn't okay with what he was talking about - or at least, what she thought he was talking about, but she couldn't say that now. She didn't want to make him angry at her - at least, not yet in their relationship.

He kissed her deeply then and it was the best kiss - out of the few that they had shared - that she had ever had. The way he nibbled on her bottom lip made her shiver and she wanted to explore more of the ways that he was capable of making her feel - kissing-wise. That was the boundary - nothing more.

When he left her, she curled up in his blankets and thought, shaking her head. Was she wrong for wanting him beside her? Was this love or was it lust? Was she smart to be rushing into things? She couldn't answer any of these questions - and that was unusual for her... That bothered her... But she would deal.

She sat up and played with the blanket, biting her lip. "I decided... If I wanted a big whole comfy bed to myself, I could go home... But I don't want to do that, I want to spend the night here, with you, and that means with you beside me." She blushed.

James could hardly look at her, the way she sat in his bed, biting her lip, her hands running over his blanket. She'd already drawn a line in the sand but it was so incredibly hard not to cross it, with the way she was looking at him. He almost forgot to listen to what she was saying. He smiled at her as he walked over to the bed.

"That's what I was hoping to hear," he said, sliding into the bed next to her. James realized she was still in her jeans, and wondered if she didn't mind sleeping in them. He still wore the same hoodie and sweatpants, which was way more than he normally slept in, but perfectly cozy. "You know if you want, I have some more comfortable clothes you could wear."

He got out of the bed again and found some sweatpants, tossing them onto her. "Go ahead, cutie," he said with a smirk. "I won't look," he promised, turning around and looking at the wall. It was hard not to take a peek, but he wouldn't dare shatter the trust he had spent the day building.

Emma giggled lightly as he slid into bed beside her and she cuddled up to him, smiling brightly. She had closed her eyes until he spoke and she sat up, looking at him, and bit her lip before nodding her head. "You wouldn't mind?" She asked, and he got out of bed.

She smiled as he gave her some comfortable clothes and she nodded her head happily. "Thank you!" She said with a giggle and then waited until he had turned around. She slowly took off her jeans, still laying in the bed because she didn't want to get up, and she pulled on the sweatpants.

When she was done, she was glad. She had kept glancing at him to make sure he didn't look and she was glad that he had been true to his promise. She sat up on her knees at the edge of the bed where he was still standing with his back to her and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hooked them together at his chest. She reached up and kissed his cheek ever so softly.

"I'm done." She said with a smile.

James closed his eyes, a smile breaking across his face. She was incredible. He took a deep breath, savoring the soft heaviness of her arms before he turned around, pushing her back onto the bed and crawling onto her. "You're killing me, Emma," he murmured, pressing his body down into hers.

He rolled off of her, laying next to her. He turned onto his side to face her and looked at her for a long time in the darkness. "Emma," he chuckled, as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. "What are you going to tell your friends?" He grinned and raised an eyebrow. He doubted anybody she talked to on a regular basis would approve of her decisions tonight.

Emma smiled a little as he pushed her down, gasping slightly. She was caught off guard as he climbed on top of her and she shook her head. "i don't understand that - why? how?" She asked him softly, blushing brightly. She couldn't help it. She wasn't used to someone wanting her - and especially not like this. It was strange and she didn't know what to think of him currently. Part of him was scared by it - yet another person liked his touch... Wanted it almost. That didn't seem right for her - she wasn't the type that wanted these types of things, was she? No - she had to stay rational.

She smiled a little, feeling him watching her as he rolled off of her and she laid on her side, looking at him back, closing her eyes - enjoying the way that he twirled her hair around his finger... The way he said her name. it was all so good, and she didn't know how she had gotten a dangerous boy interested in her - or why she was interested back. Part of her wanted to explore it yet another part of her wanted to run away from it.

"I don't know yet - they won't approve you know?" She asked softly. "No offense - you're not exactly the type of guy I should bring home to my parents - especially not as my...um, first boyfriend." She said it embarrassedly - as if he didn't already know. "I still don't understand anything."

"I know," James smirked. Disapproval, that was expected. He reached down, taking her hips in his strong hand and pulling her up against him. He couldn't wait for school tomorrow, knowing that Mark had probably already spread the word. It would catch like fire, rumors about him always did.

He thought about her parents, imagining them not letting her talk to him. James realized he was clenching his teeth and slowly released them. He tried to envision himself dressing cleanly, talking politely. "I'll act sharp around your parents, baby girl, I promise. They won't suspect a thing amiss," he said with a wink.

He pressed his lips to hers. She was totally different from the other girls - he couldn't quite pinpoint why. But he wanted to treat her right, and normally he could care less about that. He moved his lips over the skin on her neck, smirking to himself when he remembered the hickey he'd left there. That would be impossible to cover up tomorrow.

"Your first boyfriend?" James said, grinning to himself. "How the hell...you're so pretty, so irresistable," he said, shifting his body. He had guessed that she had maybe dated one nice guy before, and had hardly ever kissed him. Then he realized he'd probably been her first kiss. "Emma, cutie," he spoke softly. "I would've made it more special if I'd known I was your first," he said.

Emma sighed a little. She hated telling him that. She didn't want him to think he was some sort of disappointment - because to her, he wasn't. He was perfect in his own way, and she wasn't letting anyone take that from her. Maybe she was being blind from her first crush here - maybe she knew better than that - but she didn't care at this point.

When he spoke, she smiled and nodded her head, giggling as he pulled her tightly against him. She liked that. She liked being his and being happy with him like this. And why was he so interested in this - in being good for her? He seemed so far from good - but perhaps that was what she liked about him and she didn't want that to stop. She liked being his good girl - and that's what she planned on staying. Most-likely...Somehow he was persuasive.

"Good - they will like you, I'm sure. They trust my judgment and know I would pick a good guy." She said happily and then giggled, sighing at him. When he kissed her, she sighed into his lips and held him tightly, letting herself enjoy his lips against hers... so perfect like that. "I don't know - you just are..." She said softly, figuring it was obvious and she blushed, feeling even more innocent at his words. "Don't say that - it was perfectly special. if it was anymore special I would've just felt awkward about it... I liked it, obviously." She said.

She couldn't hold back a moan as he kissed a sensitive spot on her neck. She didn't know he had already left a hickey - she just thought her neck was extra sensitive there. "Stop that - you're going to leave marks... And how am I going to explain that?" She asked innocently.