𝙎𝙇𝙀𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙈𝙔 || dream x oc

10

SYDNEY POV

I walked down the hall toward my room but suddenly felt myself being jolted and pulled into another room. I quickly realized it was Clay, and I was in his room. "We need to talk," he closed the door. I thought he was about to yell at me, but he didn't look angry.

"I can't believe I'm doing this, but can I kiss you?" he asked, pushing me against the wall. I couldn't exactly figure out the expression on his face, but then it clicked. It was desire.

"Oh so now you like my mouth?" I breathed, his face just inches from mine.

"Shut the fuck up," Clay said, before crashing his lips into mine.

He kissed me like he wanted to suffocate me. I couldn't help but reach up to run my fingers through his hair as his hands slid down my body. One hand settled on my waist and the other on my hip as he pushed me closer against the wall with his body. I grabbed his hair a little harder as his tongue dipped into my mouth, and he moaned so softly I almost couldn't detect it. "Fuck, Syd," he whispered before kissing me again. I pushed him back slightly so I could look into his eyes.

"This better be our little secret," I breathed.

"Obviously," he laughed softly. The hand that was on my waist slid up my body, lightly grazing my breast. He hovered with his hand around my neck and he just stared at me. He held my neck a little tighter for a moment before his hand slowly traveled up to cup my face. He tucked my hair behind my ear softly before bringing his hand back to my cheek. "I was going to choke that pretty little neck but I figured you might think I was trying to kill you."

"Good call," I whispered, "maybe some other time." 

"Definitely some other time." He kissed me again, much more softly this time. It felt different than the kisses before, it was almost like he had gotten nervous or he had started to second guess himself. Before I really even realized what we were doing, I was straddling him on his bed, his hands in a vice-grip around my hips as we kissed, rocking me back and forth onto him. He was getting hard underneath me, and I couldn't deny how badly I wanted him, but I knew that I couldn't. It was too soon, and I knew that our friends would be able to tell the second they saw us in the morning. I also wasn't entirely sure what his motives were yet. I wanted to trust him, but we hadn't exactly gotten to the 'talking' that we were supposed to be doing. "I can't fuck you tonight," I said, pulling away from him. He leaned forward to try to kiss me again, but I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back down. "We're kinda drunk, we usually hate each other, and this is just not a good idea."

"I don't think we should do it tonight either. Will you at least stay with me for a little?" He asked, moving his hands from my hips to my thighs, gently rubbing his hands up and down them. His fingertips slid under the legs of my shorts, and I almost caved right then and there. "We can watch something, we don't even have to make out anymore."

"How generous of you!" I teased, "but fine, I guess it is my turn to keep you company. But, I should go back to my room before everyone else wakes up in case the girls are planning on spying again." I shifted my weight so I could get off of him, but he pulled me back down for one more kiss. 

"I'm sorry," he said, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and sat next to him. "I'll wake us up by 7:30 so you can go back." I desperately wanted to cuddle up next to him, but something about all of this was embarrassing to me.

"If someone told me even three weeks ago that in the year of our Lord, 2021, I'd be hooking up with Syd the Squid while Mina and Nick and George and Catherine boned in the other room I'd probably pee a little bit from laughter," Clay broke the silence after a few moments. He seemed a little embarrassed too. We had spent all of this time and energy arguing and hating each other, only for us to end up shoving our tongues down the other's throat.  I couldn't help but laugh and cover my face with my hands. "Oh no, are you crying? Please don't tell me you regret it," Clay said, pulling my hands away and forcing me to look at him. It was kind of sweet how worried he looked and it made my heart flutter a little bit. He smiled a little when he realized that I was laughing rather than crying.