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I run to the door, before I open it, I smooth out my skirt and check my breath. All good and fresh. Opening the door, I'm greeted by a very good-looking Alexander.
He's wearing a black blue jean jacket with grey jeans and black shoes, he looks slick. He must eat, sleep and breathe in that jean jacket because every time I see him he's wearing it. I'm not objecting to it he looks good.
"Damn, you look good." He purrs. His finger flicks against my skirt, brushing up against my leg. My body jolts back and he chuckles.
"Hey come on in," I say stepping out the way so he could walk in. As he steps into the house, I lock the front door and trail behind him as we walk into the living room. We come around the couch and plop down. I watch him as he observes all the snacks on the table.
"With all these snacks this could last us 3 days." He says picking up a soda and leaning back.
"I didn't know what you liked so I got everything 'movie snack worthy' from the kitchen," I tell him.
"You did well because I like all these snacks, thank you." He says politely. I smile at his gratitude.
"That's great, just great," I say clasping my hands together.
"So, what cinematic masterpiece are we watching tonight.?" He asked pulling me close, his arm slings over my dainty shoulders. I think I can get used to him being so close to me.
"I was thinking of us watching Wonder Women 1984. My Grandpa and his girlfriend went to go see it last week and they loved it. Said it was highly recommended to watch." I say looking over to him. The moon's light comes through the window shining bright on his chiseled chin.
"If it's highly recommended, we have to watch-." He's interrupted by the doorbell. "What's that?"
"I ordered us pizza, I know how much you like it." He gives me multiple kisses on the cheek as he holds me in his arms. I squeal.
"Alexander! I got to go answer the door." He lets me go as I grab my wallet and head for the door. A man, who looks like he's in college, opens up his pack to hand me my pizza. He has on a red shirt with the nametag "Kevin" on it. His blonde hair peaks out of the pizza hat. "They make you wear that?"
He laughs, "Yeah, it's not that bad really. I sometimes forget I wear it. Your charge is 15.20". I hand him a 20 dollar bill, he hands me my pizza and I sit it on the table nearby. "You home alone?" He asks while getting changed.
"Um no, I have a friend over. Were watching Wonder Women 1984."
"Oh damn, that's a really good movie. My, I and my friends went to see it last weekend. Good movie choice." He hands me my change, I then thank him but before I could shut the door he says something else.
"If your not busy next week, maybe I could take you out?" My eyes widen, I've never been asked out before.
"Oh, I-." My words stick in the back of my throat as I feel a looming presence behind me. Alexander's arm snakes around my waist, pulling me square against his back. A small squeak leaves me as his grip tightens. Then, he does something shocking, his lips kiss me gently against my neck. I shiver.
"What's taking so long? He then acknowledges Kevin. "Thanks for the offer, but she's taken."
Kevin looks baffled, "She said she was here with a friend, sorry man I didn't know she was taken."
"Now you know." He grunts.
"You two have a good night, sorry." He scurries off to his car. I shut the door and turn in Alexander's tight grip to his face.
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"Claiming me like that. I can talk for myself thank you very much." I move from his tight grip and carry the pizza into the living room, he trails behind me. I can't believe he did that, like some territorial animal or something. But, it was kind of hot. The way he wrapped me in his arm against his chest, his lips on my neck was. . .it made me feel a little flush down below. I can't let him know that though. I plop down on the couch, he follows next to me.
"He wanted you, Quinn-." I cut him off.
"It doesn't matter it's not like I'm your girlfriend or something. " He head snaps in my direction, I could tell he was a little pained by that statement. Did he want me to be his girlfriend?
"Come here." I obey his command and snuggle up under his arm. He kisses my forehead as I start the movie.
45 minutes into the movie...
"Pedro Pascal is doing well in this movie," I say biting on my twizzler. He's on his 6th slice of pizza, whereas I've only eaten two.
"Who's Pedro Pascal," Alexander asks looking at me.
"Who's Pedro Pa- he's Max Lord," I tell him pointing to Pedro on the screen.
"Oh ok." He says plainly.
"You never heard of Pedro Pascal." He shakes his head at me. "Games of Thrones... Narcos, Mandalorian none of this is ringing a bell is it?" He shakes his head at me again. "Well, he's really cute." He swiftly turns his head. He's looking at me like I told him I killed his mother.
I laugh at him and pet his face. "He isn't cuter than you."
"That's better." He pats me on the thigh.
Once the movie starts to wind down, I turn towards Alexander. He looks at me, knowing I have something to say.
"What is it, Quinn?" He asked rubbing the back of my head. His touch is so intoxicating.
"Why haven't you kissed me?" I blurted out. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I clasp my hands over it. He gives me a crazy look, obviously thrown off by the question. Leaning forward he grabs the remote and pauses the movie.
"What?"
Oh god, maybe I shouldn't have said anything.
I fiddle with my fingers, afraid and too embarrassed to say anything else. He lifts my head with his finger and looks me deep into my eyes. "Don't get quiet now say it." He demands.
I let out a sigh and began talking. "It's just we've been hanging out all this week and you haven't kissed me yet. Do you not like me?" I asked my body shivering from nervousness.
He laughs at my response. I look at him with a weird expression on my face. He then begins talking. "You think I don't like you? I have to bite my tongue every time you lean into me. I also have to suppress my urges when you flaunt around in these short skirts." He says playing with the hem of my skirt.
"Oh," I speak.
"The reason I haven't kissed you is that you told me not to. You wanted me to disrespect you and make a move on you anyway?" He asked confused.
"No, I like that you respect me. I just assumed that you would just take what I said as garbage and make a move on me anyways." I say shrugging my shoulders.
He grabs my legs and slings them over his lap. Then his hand comes around my back and pushes me ever so close to him. We sit there face to face. "Quinneth whatever you tell me to do I'll do. I was going to wait as long as needed to have you. If it took 10 years then I would wait 10 years because you worth it." He tucks a piece of hair that's fallen out behind my ear.
"Really?"
"Yes, Quinn. I've been dreaming of kissing you again, but only when you were ready. Trust me I want you, why do you think I was territorial over you when that pizza guy asked you out? I don't like it when someone wants something I want." His hand slides softly across my legs.
"Well, I'm ready now." When did I become so bold? Maybe all these years of being Lyra's friend rubbed off on me? I bite my lip while looking down at his.
"Are you sure?" He asked, from the way he said that I could tell he wanted me to be sure. He craved me as much as I craved him.
"Yes, never been so sure in my life." I put my hand on his face, slowly my finger comes down to his lips. It flicks gently against my finger, he shivers under my touch. To know I have that hold over him, can make him quiver from a slight gesture that makes me feel gooey inside. He watches my hand carefully as it glides down his neck to his pec muscles. I rub gently as a ferocious growl escapes his lips, I smile a little. Then, ever so daring, my hands travel to his abs and end at his belt, his hand grips mine.
"Someone's a bit bold. I would love for you to touch me there, but not now." I blush.
We both lean forward soon enough our lips meet again. How I longed to kiss him again, for our lips to touch. The kiss starts slow and the begins to speed up. We're like two wild animals, chasing the prey only we are each other's prey.
His lips leave my fevering lips and come down to my neck. My head leans back in pleasure, letting out tiny moans. "The things you do to me, Quinn."
"Mm, Alexander." I moan out tugging onto his shirt. Looking down his hand plants on my ankle and slowly slides up my leg. My breath hitches in my throat scared of where his hand is going to end up. His hand comes closer to my upper thigh, I let out the breath that had been held in my throat and grip Alexander's hand.
"Not there." I breathe out stopping his hand on my thigh. I feel his lips drag from the nape of my neck to my collar bone. I tilt my head to the side giving him more access, he likes this and grips my waist. He pushes me down hard on the couch as he stands up.
I lay there and just stare at him. I know in my heart he had to have been forged by the gods. His ripped muscles pop out of the jean jacket as he throws it on the ground, his hair sticking up in different directions. Lowering my eyes, I could see a bent in his pants, he smirks once he sees where my eyes are.
My hair surrounds the pillow, my legs lay wide open. If it wasn't for my shorts, my womanhood would be on full display for him. Before I'm able to close them, Alexander comes between them kissing me on the lips again. His kiss is so deep and passionate, it's like he's marking his territory.
He releases my lips and searches all over my face. "If you want to stop let me know." He says pushing my curl out of my eye. I give him a nod letting him know I understood and that he could continue.
He moves around on top of me trying to get comfortable. This couch isn't very big so him trying to get comfortable is never going to happen.
"Damn this couch." He says grunting around on top of me. I put my hand on my mouth to stop myself from laughing, he catches wind of this. "You think this is funny huh?"
"Just kiss me." I forcibly pulled him close to me our lips moving in sync. I like this side of myself, I feel dominant and in control. Leaning up I quickly take his shirt off and throw it on the floor.
My lips lay barren as he travel down my jaw back to the nape of my neck. A tiny bolt of electricity jolt through my body, making me tingle in places I didn't know could tingle. I tilt my head back; my eyes roll in the back of my head. I could stay in this moment forever.
Alexander's P.O.V.-
Leaving her neck, I start planting kisses on the top of her chest. My hands come up to her shirt and rip it open. Her eyes look at me with shock.
"Alexander!" She screams covering up her chest. "That was my favorite shirt."
"It was in my way," I tell her squeezing her waist and kissing her cheek.
"Don't hide from me I love your body. Your boobs are smaller than I would have imagined." I say pulling her arms away from her chest. She swallows nervously while hesitantly moving her arms.
"What! You thought they would be big or something? Do you not like them?" She looks up at me, those doe eyes of hers scared to hear rejection. I kiss the top of her boobs.
"I love them, just making an observation." My eyes fixated on hers as I kiss on her breast down to her stomach. She holds a tighter grip on my hair, I can hear her breath hitching as I get lower down her stomach. My fingers play with the hem of her checkered skirt while my lips kiss the inside of her thighs. Her hips buck at the touch, she must have never been kissed so close to her. . .you know before. "Calm down."
Reverting up I grip her thighs while pushing my hips into hers. I want her to feel me, to feel how she makes me feel how crazy she drives me. Once her mouth opens back up, I take the chance to stick my tongue in her mouth. Both our tongues fight for dominance, trying to tame the others.
Suddenly, her mouth leaves mine and her cheeks turn bright red. "You alright?" I ask her.
"Your... Your thing is poking me." She said nervously pointing towards my waist. I laugh loudly while resting my head against her shoulder.
"I can't help it; blame these tiny skirts you prance around in," I tell her leaving a peck on her lips.
My mouth goes back to her neck. I so much want to mark her right here at this moment. My canines come out and slightly scrap her neck. I want to make her mine, let the whole world know that she's my mate. To do that she needs to know who I am, and we would need to consummate which won't be happening for years.
While kissing her sweet lips my hand accidentally grips too hard on the couch and rips it.
"What was that?" She asked looking up.
"Nothing Quinn," I say turning her head back to me. "Just spread your legs wider." She obeys.
Quinneth's P.O.V.-
His hips grind into mine as the kiss becomes deeper. Suddenly, amid our hot and spicy make-out session the doorbell rings.
"Ignore it," Alexander mumbles on my lips. His hand's grip on my thighs made them rise. A few seconds later the doorbell rings again, in the window I hear someone say my name.
"Quinneth." The person says behind the window. "It's Irene." My eyes bulge open, instantly I push Alexander off of me.
"It's Irene!" I jolt off the couch looking for my shirt. Then I remember he ripped it off of me like the freaking hulk.
"Who's Irene?" He asked sitting down on the couch.
"It's my Grandpa's kind-of girlfriend and she also works at The Tribune, the place I intern at." Not being able to wear my shirt since he ripped mines off, I grab a button-up flannel from the laundry bin and wrap it around my body.
"Stay in here," I tell Alexander. Running to the door I open it to see her looking at me in shock.
"Umm... Quinn your-." She says pointing down at my waist. My skirt is crooked while my colorful bra is shown through the white shirt. God this is embarrassing. "Rough night?" She asked.
"Kind of." I quickly cover myself up more while fixing my skirt. "What do you need? Is my Grandpa ok?" I asked with a worried tone.
"He's fine honey don't worry. Milo forgot his heart medicine, I told him I'd come over to get it since he doesn't see well at night." She explains to me. Grandpa is a menace on the street at night, trust me I know firsthand.
"Right, wait here I'll go get his pills." I run upstairs to the bathroom grabbing the bottled pills out of the medicine cabinet. As I close the medicine cabinet door, I observe myself in the mirror. My hair is all over the place, small hickies are all over my neck and my lips are swollen. I look retched, I come back to reality and remember the medicine.
As I jog down the stairs with Grandpa's heart medicine, I see Alexander, with no shirt on might I add, talking to Irene at the door. Doesn't he understand what 'stay here' means?
Walking over to the door, I gently rest my hand on his six-pack pushing him behind me. "Don't you understand what 'stay here means?" I angrily whisper to him so Irene doesn't hear.
I turn around to Irene with a smile on my face. I hand her the pills.
"Thank you, Quinn." She speaks. "Come here." She whispers ushering me to get closer to her. "I won't tell your Grandpa about this, he'll freak out and have a heart attack, hence the heart pills." She jiggles around his pills. "I remember what it's like to be young, also he's cute. Make sure you're being careful, protection." Oh, wait she thinks were.. oh no.
"Irene I'm not-." Before I'm able to finish my sentence she cuts me off.
"Don't need to explain yourself." She coos. I just sigh.
"Thank you, Irene. Drive safe." I wave goodbye to her as she walks to her car. Shutting the door, I rest my head against it, wallowing in a pit of embarrassment.
"That was so humiliating," I mumble.
"Yeah, it was." I turn around to see Alexander leaning up against the wall, arms crossed. I roll my eyes at him and push his chest. He grabs my arms and pulls me close to him and begins kissing me on my neck again.
"Alexander we should call it a night I have school tomorrow," I say trying to sound strong, with him kissing my neck I can't focus.
"Is that what you want?" He asked squeezing my butt. God he's going to be the death of me. "Cause after what happened on the couch, I need more of you." His lips saunter across my collar bone.
"Yes, it is. Let me get your stuff." As hard as it is, I take his hands off of me and walk into the living room to grab his belongings. I walk back with his jacket, phone, and wallet, he reaches out and grabs it. "Call me?"
"You bet." As soon as I turn around, Alexander grabs me by my arm. Holding me close, one hand resides firmly on my butt. "I had fun tonight." He whispers in my ear.
"Me too," I say quietly. I let out a squeal as he smacks my butt. His lips collide with mine, bringing back that sensation I so love over my body.
"What are you doing to me?" He whispers against my lips.
"I could ask the same question."
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