It's Classy, Not Classic.

Words couldn't possibley explain the feeling it gave me when I woke up in the morning to find her there laying next to me on the damp bed, damp from our clothes because we'd passed out and fell asleep on the bed in our soaked clothes once we'd gotten back to my apartment. She was so close, too, so in reach that I couldn't help but reach out and pull her closer, cuddling her into me -- although she did that automatically, resembling a small child, but somehow even more endearing. Butterflies warmed and fluttered in my gut even more terribley when I laced out fingers together in knots, and she snuggled her face into the front of my neck, her head underneath my chin and her cute nose nuzzled against my throat. Hot breath blew against the skin there from her pink lips, breath so warm and yet her skin was always so cold.
Evidently it was uncomfortable being soaking wet, our clothes sticking to ourselves, damp all over and the bed soaked beneath us, but somehow in a way it was just so nice laying here. I knew Kat was probably uncomfortable beyond belief, since she started to stir in her sleep and shift, nuzzling her nose into my neck even more and giving a small, tired moan. "This is disgusting." She murmured into my neck, tickling me slightly, and I gave a soft laugh at her before she pulled herself away from me. She didn't get up from the bed to get changed into dry clothes like I thought, either. Instead, she pushed me over onto my back and climbed ontop of me, straddling me, and my hands automatically took their places on her hips. Her lips curled into a smile as she stared down at me, hands pressing to the pillow above my head, "I had a naughty dream last night." She giggled quietly and I couldn't help but laugh a little, biting on my lower lip softly, because she just looked so incredibley good -- like usual.
She giggled, leaning down and gently enveloping my upper lip inbetween hers, sending electricity through my veins. My body instantly reacted to the love and one of my hands rested on the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, while my other hand pressed into the small of her back. I rolled us over so I was ontop, set inbetween her legs, and she gave a muffled squeal of giggles, only making my lips curl into a smile against her. Her head resting on my hand now, I curled my fingers more into her soft brown hair and dipped my tongue down in through her lips, into her mouth, claiming the taste of my favourite flavour on my tongue now. Because her tongue and lips, her mouth in general, was the maker and home of my favourite flavour. And I used to think my favourite flavour was chocolate.
She wrapped one of her arms around my neck while her other arm wrapped around my waist, or atleast wrapped around my waist as much as it could, because lets be honest, her tiny arm was no match for covering the whole length of my waist.
What I wasn't expecting was for her to start sucking on my tongue, and thats just what she did -- the awkward part, though, is that even though it may sound like a weird thing for someone to do, I couldn't deny the feeling it gave me, because it felt oddly wonderful in so many ways. So wonderful, even, that I actually just pressed my lips harder down into hers, slithering more of my tongue out and feeding it into her hot, wet mouth. God, how I just wanted to peel the clothing from her and kiss her everywhere, wanted to touch every inch of her and have her as close to me as I could. I wanted to have myself inside of her, wanted to feel her tight body wrapped around me, wanted to make her sweat and scream my name out for me, wanted to whisper things to her and scream out her name in return. Wanted to push her over the edge. I wanted to feel her pull my hair, wanted to have her nails digging into my back from the pleasure, wanted to have her scent all over me. Wanted her sweet muscles stroking me. Wanted her to leave marks on me to cherish afterwards, wanted scars to remember her when she wasn't here with me -- even though there wasn't actually any way I could forget her. I wanted to hold her and embrace her. I wanted to wake up to this girl every morning for the rest of eternity and be able to smother her with my affection.
I took one small gasp for air against her mouth, one small gasp because she scraped her teeth against my tongue, and in return all I could do was ground my body against hers, getting a small sharp breath from her right back. I managed to tear myself away from her momentarily to quickly rid myself of my wet shirt that had been sticking to my skin, tossing it to the side where it would land somewhere on the floor, and right after I did so I tugged at her own shirt and helped her pull it off anxiously. "You're so beautiful," I sighed under my breath before my lips attached back to hers.
She clamped her thighs on my hips in hopes of keeping me close to her when I tried to pull away to undo my belt. Her gentle hands grabbed onto my sides and pulled me back down to her, fingernails scraping into the skin there before her fingers brushed down my abdomen and curled around my belt buckle, quickly getting it undone. Before anything could happen, before I could try to get her own belt undone, her hands were curiously slipping into my jeans and boxers, and I couldn't help but gasp at her skin rough against mine when her fingers curled around securely.
My lips left hers and I rested my forehead on her shoulder, eyes fluttering open and staring down, her hands out of sight from my jeans. She whispered something to me that I couldn't make out, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head because now she was doing these... these amazing things with her hands, these things with her hands that I couldn't even comprehend where she'd learned them from. So much for her being incredibley innocent. I'd turned her into something else, and I didn't exactly hate it.
Thats when everything was ruined, because there was a knocking on the front door, and an annoyed groan escaped me, because what awful fucking timing this was. I whined when her hands stopped and slipped out of my jeans, only making her laugh at me in an amused manner. I lifted my head from her shoulder and looked down on her, puckering my lips out a little in a cute way and sticking out my lower lip, hoping to get a kiss out of her now before I had to get up, get changed quickly and get the door. Instead, though, she only tapped the tip of her index finger against my lips and slipped out from underneath me smoothly.
I gave a loud groan and collapsed down onto the bed, burying my face into the damp pillow while she got up from the bed and laughed at me. "Someone has to get the door at some point, Frankie." She pointed out to me and I whined into the pillow before rolling over onto my back and propping myself up onto my elbows, watching as she pulled on one of my shirts that was slightly large on her, her jeans laying on the floor near her feet. My head tilted to the side as I watched, pleased with the sight, because she looked even more tempting with each movement. I loved her face, loved her body, loved the way her mind worked, loved her voice, loved each and every part about her. Even the little things about her drove me crazy.
A laugh that came from her is what snapped me out of my dazed state and she rolled her eyes at me, her face slightly pink, and I couldn't help but smirk at the sight, because apparently it didn't matter how many times I'd seen her wearing absolutely nothing, she still blushed when I would see her less then half naked, changing infront of me. That, somehow, was just so fucking endearing to the point where I could hardly stand just laying here. I couldn't help but have the notion that I'd be with her for the rest of my life, no matter how young we might be. I wouldn't mind sharing my life with her, anyway.
The knocking on the front door got louder the next time, and I gave a deep sigh and forced myself out of bed afte Kat laughed at me as she walked out of the bed to make her way down the hall to the bathroom. I kicked off my jeans and pulled on a new pair, doing them up and slipping on a belt, then a dark red, long sleeved shirt, shuffling out after to get the door.
When I swung the door open, I was slightly surprised, and not pleasently might I add, at the fact that the person whose face I was met with was that of my ex-girlfriend, Carrie -- and she wasn't really even an ex-girlfriend. I dated her for two weeks after a one night stand, and I never actually really liked her. She was utterly annoying and too preppy, not to mention as dumb as a log. And at the sight of her, I couldn't help but let out a long, already annoyed sigh at the fact that my time with the girl I wanted to see everyday for the rest of my life was interrupted by a person I never really wanted to see at all ever again in my life. And she stood there, resembling a skinny toothpick, dead straight unhealthily bleached blonde hair draped over her shoulders. And even though it was freezing cold outside, Winter didn't seem to stop her from wearing a small skirt. High, fur boots on her feet, almost reaching her knees, and a short coat with fur on the hood. Her fake little smile painted on her lips, I stared at her, unmoved by this idiotic excuse for what people call beauty. I already had beauty in my life, and right now said beauty was down the hallway in my apartment.
"Hi, Frankie baby." Carrie chirped in her high pitched, squeaky voice, and god did it resemble that of a cartoon character. I just wanted to puke up my insides.
"Can I help you?" I grumbled unpleasently, because here I awkwardly stood, half hard in my jeans from the recent touching between Kat and I, hoping she wouldn't notice. Instead of noticing, she crossed her arms at me, more concerned at my disrespect.
"This is what I get, really?" She sneered, giving a small scoff, "You could atleast invite me in or som- ... Oh." She stopped instantly as I felt familiar small arms wrap around my waist gently, hugging me from behind and a head resting against my shoulder. "Who's she?" She scoffed meanly and I smirked viciously.
"She's my lovely girlfriend -- Kat." I hissed at her, rubbing it in, because if she expected to get some from me, then she couldn't be more wrong. My heart, officially, belongs to the owner of the arms hugged around my waist. My heart belongs to Kat, and she doesn't even know it.
Thats about the time I slammed the door in her face, and at that moment I fully realized how much Kat really has changed me for the better. That only gave me another reason to love her.