I Don't Want It, I Just Need It.

I tightened my arms around Verity's tiny waist and pulled her closer to my chest. Unable to keep the Cheshire Cat grin from my face as she folded herself smaller against my body, tangling her limbs tight with my own. My lips causing a shudder to run the length of her body as I pressed them to her bare shoulder. "I can tell 'em t'fuck off if yeah want" I whispered, feeling the goose pimples rise against my mouth.

She shook her head and took a small, timid sip of her drink. Lord knows what Curtis' concoction was made of this time. Regardless, the dozy smile that appeared across Verity's lips as she pulled the red plastic cup from her mouth, told me it did exactly as intended.

"Ye don' 'av to baby me Oliver" She sighed, resting her head lightly against my collarbone. Her fingers fiddling with the frayed neckline of my shirt.

I no longer took it to heart. I was aware I'd been obscenely overprotective the past few days. It had been four since the incident between her Mother and her partner; the term step-father made both Verity and Jake wince. And Verity had spent, I'd guess, three and a half of those days, wrapped in my arms. I'd only left the house to fetch some Dolly Mixtures; still a sure fire way to cheer her up, and to fetch Curtis from work earlier that day. Verity was yet to step outside, and from what I could tell, she was in no hurry.

"But I like that ye do" I smiled as she burrowed deeper into my chest. Running my fingers softly, delicately, through her hair. Before twirling a few strands around my pinky. "Ye love me"

I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation and threw my head back into the huge couch cushions. Dropping my arms from around her, and sighing loudly. "If ye gonna..."

"I love that ye care" She enthused, crushing her lips against mine and tugging my hands back to her waist. "I love you"

The way she'd lowered her voice, how she'd moved so that her breath was hot on my ear. Made me smile. And I squeezed her hips softly in reply, turning my head to whisper the words back to her.

"Ol" I ignored Nicholls, keeping my eyes firmly planted on Verity's as I ran my fingertips up and down her sides. Something that I knew; if done lightly and slowly enough, drove her crazy. "Oli...Oliver...Ol...Oliver Sykes...Oliver Scott..."

"What?!" I whined, dragging my eyes reluctantly from Verity and glaring at Matt. Who was collapsed in the centre of my living room floor. An unlit, bent joint lolling between his lips as he spoke. A random brunette draped across his chest, her lips attatched to his jaw line.
" 'o would ye rather be.... Segal, or Stallone?"

Verity snorted loudly. A raucous giggle escaping her lips as I threw my arms into the air. The kid amazed me. Every day I questioned why we were friends that little bit more. "Ye serious?" I exclaimed, "Ye seriously jus'..."

"Ye definitely don' need this Matty" Verity grinned. Sliding from my lap, to the floor and crouching next to the couple. Her drink raised high in one hand in an attempt to keep it from spilling as she stole the spliff from between Matts lips. He murmured a little as she placed it between her own, but was silenced swiftly by the brunettes mouth coliding with his own.
"I, on the other hand..." I grinned as she reached out for my hand, a mischevous glint in her eyes as she nodded her head toward the ceiling. "Ye comin' Oliver?"

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I felt my heart rate quicken the second Veritys hands found the buckle of my belt. Her fingers undoing it, seamlessly, within a second or two. Before moving to the button and zip. The kisses she was planting sneakily behind my ear, were sending tiny shivers repeatedly up and down my spine. I only hoped my fingertips dancing up and down her ribs were doing the same.

We parted for a second as she tugged at the rim of my shirt; pulling it up and over my head in one action. Our lips reconnected before the shirt even hit the floor; the sweet taste of marijuana lingering within both of our mouths, staining both pairs of lips.

I pushed her from me for a second to catch my breath. My head was spinning from the weed and the image of her straddling my hips was enough to make me entirely breathless. The girl could stop my heart beating if I gave her half the chance. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her so, but she places her finger across my lips. And I felt my chest tighten uncomfortably as she shrugged my hoodie; that she'd been wearing, from her body. Displaying her breasts that I knew to be perfect, breasts that I'd kissed and caressed every millimetre of.

I couldn't help but groan when her hand skimmed the front of my boxer shorts. Keep the dozy smile from my face as she edged my jeans down my legs, and onto the floor. The feel of her fingertips brushing my bare thighs sent tingles rushing across every inch of my skin. And I lost all control as she pulled at the elastic of my underwear with her teeth.

"Oli" She gasped as I pulled her tight up to my chest, before flipping the both of us over and resting myself comfortably between her legs. Her breathing grew heavier as I ran my hand slowly; almost painfully so, along the waistband of her jeans. Letting my fingers roam off course, my fingertips tease the lace of her underwear.

Her hands were tangled deep within my hair; her fingernails scratching a little at my scalp, as I undid her jeans and pulled them down her delicate thighs. We'd been together long enough for me to know she adored the thrill of the wait, I'd touched her perfect body enough times to know exactly how to make her scream.

She shuddered beneath me as I crawled back up her body; her jeans now keeping mine company at the foot of my bed, my hand stroking discreetly at the front of her underwear. Her teeth nipped gently at the skin on my shoulder as I moved my hand beneath the lace. And her hips bucked upward, uncontollably, as I slipped a finger inside of her.

Her breath was hot against my lips as I hovered over her, and with every movement of my hand, another small, barely there gasp, escaped her smudged and swollen lips. Her fingernails scratching at my back were driving me crazy. I was getting harder by the second and the smile on Veritys face as she pulled my hand from her underwear and licked at my fingers, told me she knew it.

My eyes were fixed unflinchingly on hers; and hers on mine, as I tugged at the lace stretched across her thighs. A tiny whimper passed her pouted lips as I teased her panties down her thighs to her ankles, and she kicked them to the ground. She froze for a second or two, aware, suddenly, that she was entirely naked. I knew she would be blushing; even in the dim light of my bedroom, and I heard her sharp intake of breath.

"You're so beautiful Vee" I whispered, trailing soft kisses along her collarbone and up toward her neck. "So fuckin' beautiful"

She giggled softly as I nipped softly at her earlobe. "You, Oliver, know tha' flattery will get ye everywhere and..."
She groaned loudly as I grabbed her wrists tightly and held them above her head, entwining my fingers with hers briefly before returning one down her chest and to her...

"Ye've done enough teasin' baby" She whispered, grabbing my hand just as it grazed her hipbone. "'s my turn"