Your Hand in Mine

Breathless

I was awoken by small kisses on my cheek and someone tickeling me. I giggled uncontrollably and smacked at Gabes hands.

"Come on! Get uuuppp!" He chimed in a sing-song voice.

I smiled and lifted myself out of the bed.

"I'm going to go take a shower, and I'll meet you downstairs in 30." I told him, walking to the bathroom.

Once I stepped on the cold tile floor I shivered. I made sure to lock the door and began to strip of any clothing. The water ran in a lukewarm comfort as I stepped in to the shower and let it cascade over my body. I ran my fingers through my hair and began to lather it with shampoo. After finishing my shower, I stepped out in to the foggy bathroom. I dried off, brushed my teeth, dried my hair, straightened it, and finally walked in to my room to began getting dressed. I slid on some black lace cheekies with a matching bra and walked over to my closet. I ended up picking out hot pink skinny jeans, Gabe's "Because I'm Gabe Saporta and I can do that" shirt with some black and pink vans.

I walked to downstairs in search for him but only found an empty house. I sighed and walked back up the stairs to his room and lightly knocked before just entering. He lay on his bed reading some sort of magazine. I couldn't help but to smile at the cute look he had on his face when he peaked up from the magazine. His eyes cast down to my shirt, and I began to laugh as his face changed in to a shocked one.

"I WAS LOOKING FOR THAT!" He screamed, rushing over to me.

"Awwww."

"Give it back!" He screamed, crossing his arms with a pout.

It only caused me to laugh more. He began to tug at the ends of the shirt to lift it off. We faught back and forth, him trying to pull it up and me trying to keep it down. I couldn't help but to laugh at this, especially with his focused expression. He got me down on the floor and had my shirt half way up, and I desperately tried to pull it down.

"No!" I cried as he pulled it up an inch more, revealing the ends of my black lace bra.

He gave me a confused look as to wonder if I was crying out in failure or because I was scared of him taking my shirt off.

"I am wearing this shirt, and you can't stop me!" I screamed with giggles.

He pulled my shirt up more with strength. We were honestly now using all of our strength against each other, and I was failing terribly. As my shirt got to my neck, his hand on my warm flesh sent shivers throughout my body. He stopped and looked at me with an unreadable expression. Nerves struck through-out me as I wondered what he was thinking. His hand traced over my stomach and up to my neck, going between my breast. Something between a sigh and a moan escaped my mouth, and it snapped him out of his trance. He pulled the shirt back down. And for some reason, I didn't want him to stop.
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