Smoking Cigarettes

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do more. Strip him down and let him do whatever he wants with me again or pound his face in with the nearest object, which would be a lamp for you curious little children out there.

Silence took us both over as we sat there. Sin’s eyes stayed on the floor, but I could see how they were glazed. He was obviously thinking about his sister and I noticed the water collecting in his eyes, but I knew there was no way in hell he’d let those tears fall.

If he did I’d take pictures and use it to black mail him. I know I’m horrible.

Aha! I have made my decision.

I will talk to him first.

Then I will hit him to show that I was pissed he didn’t tell me before and made me go through all this crap because of his stubborn attitude.

Then I’ll strip him down and do whatever my dirty little mind wants me to.

That sounds like an amazing plan, don’t you agree?

“I’m nothing like her you bastard!” Ok so I’m not good at giving speeches, but hey I’m trying. “I can’t believe you’d think that! First off I don’t sell myself on the streets. I was a virgin until…”

Sin flinched and I was happy knowing that he felt guilty for taking my v-card without permission. Then again it kind of hurt, because if he had asked to take it I would have said yes anyways. Back to the point though!

“Second I don’t do drugs or drink and lastly…I tell you what I think when I think it, you dickhead! I mean come on I have ADHD for fucks sake. You honestly think I’ll keep my trap shut and not tell you when I think you’re being a baby? And you call me an idiot…” I crossed my arms over my chest to show I didn’t appreciate any of the times he called me dumb or at least implied it. “And well…not only that…but I don’t pretend to care about you. I do care about you…whether you want me to or not.”

Sin seemed shocked. He looked up from the floor, finally, to look me dead in the eye. His eyes searched my own for something that I couldn’t quite place my finger on, but I think he found it because his tense shoulders relaxed until he was no longer straight like a board but slumped on the couch.

I waited until my little “speech” sunk in until I took plan two into action. Sin must of known what I was doing because he shut his eyes tight as I pulled my arm back and punched him hard in the face. He hardly flinched, but I knew it had to hurt by the way his cheek was turning red and his eyes were watering slightly.

Once I did that I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He looked confused, probably expecting me to punch him a few more times, but instead I did my favorite part of this plan, pulling him over and kissing him. I used his shocked state to my advantage and slipped past his open lips to run over every inch of his mouth.

Is it strange for me to say that he tasted orgasmic? It was just…a specific flavor. It was Sin flavor. I loved it and wanted more so I ignored the fact that my lungs needed air and continued kissing the boy who eventually caught up to what was happening and started kissing frantically back.

The two of us only pulled away for air before diving right back in. There was a lot of groping and hands roaming, but it wasn’t really what you could call sexual. It was more like…we were trying to make sure the other was real. We were trying to make sure this wasn’t one good dream that I think I can see neither of us want to wake up from. We were making sure this was real, this was happening.

Finally the two of us pulled away, panting like we ran a marathon. Our foreheads stayed in contact and if either of us spoke our lips would touch. I was all right with that though. The warmth radiating off him was amazing and I didn’t want to move from his lap, which I just now realized I was in.

How it happened, I don’t know nor do I care. All I care about is that we’re ok now. Maybe we aren’t perfect, but we’re making progress.

We…so are we…an us? Are we a couple now? I’ll have to ask once I start breathing properly again. Stupid asshole…he needs to stop making me lose my breath. It’s too cliché for my likings.

I smiled as I felt him draw random objects on my back. It felt nice, relaxing, and it allowed me to breathe again.

“So,” I whisper, my lips brushing his causing them to tingle.

“So,” he mimics.

I punch his arm before smiling. “This is when you have to ask me out jackass.”

“There is no way in hell that I’m asking you.”

I gasp before punching his chest like an immature child, “Why you dirty dickhead! I went through all this shit for that! You are completely us-“

A pair of very soft and tempting lips cut off my rant. I let out a weak moan as he kissed my already bruised lips. When Sin pulled away I whimpered, not liking my lips being unoccupied. He smirked in a way that was far too confident for any one being to have. I wanted to slap it off, but I resisted the urge.

“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you that you are mine and if anyone else touches you I’ll have their head on a silver platter.”

I don’t know if that is a good or a bad thing…

“Why not a golden one?” I ask with a grin. “Gold is better.”

“The color doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does!”

“Aiden…”

“Gold is so much cooler than silver. I mean, no one wears silver anymore!”

“Yes they d-“

“I mean come on, gold is more expensive anyways and everybody loves it! Why do you think robbers take it so much? Not only that but if you don’t like it then you can sell it and get more money!”

I was too busy ranting to notice the pleased smirk on my boyfriends lips and maybe if I wasn’t so involved in talking about a gold platter that I would have noticed the way he was looking at me. It wasn’t a blank stare or a glare…it was soft, caring, thoughtful, and…loving.