Endgame

Part 20: desire

Kiara was hot.

She could feel the slickness between the bed covers and her body and the thin robe covering her body. She blinked a few times, then glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 2:38 am.

She began to kick the blanket off when she heard a groan from beside her. She sat straight up in bed, frightened... then she glanced over at the person next to her.

Rafe, eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. She let out a sigh of relief at the sight of his familiar face. She laid down on her back, waiting for that wave of sleepiness to hit her... but she was awake now.

She rolled over and to her surprise saw Rafe, now awake... and looking at her. She hadn't even heard or felt him turn to face her.

"Kie." He whispered softly.

"Rafe?"

"Kie I gotta tell you something." He said, keeping his voice in that same hushed tone, his voice a little raspy.

"Yeah?"

"A long time ago... when we were kids... Sarah told me you kind of had a crush on me."

Kiara could feel her cheeks flush, and she was grateful it was dark.

"I liked you too."

There was a short pause between the two before Kiara decided to fill the silence.

"Rafe." She said softly. "I have a confession."

"Hm?"

She could feel the ruble of his voice.

"I still like you."

Silence. He didn't say anything... he didn't even move.

"I know, its ridiculous, but something about you has always drawn me in... it's stupid and-"

Before she knew it, Rafe was leaning closer. She could feel his breath on her face.

And suddenly she was leaning in too... and they're lips were inches apart. Rafe couldn't take it anymore, and he closed the gap between their bodies, grabbing her waist and the back of her neck as their lips clashed in an explosion of sudden passion, almost as if they had done this countless times before. His lips were soft against hers, and she craved more and more. His touch was electric.

She traced her fingers down his chest, letting them dip into the waistband of his boxers, teasing him on purpose. His lips moved down to her neck, sucking at it. This was her weakness... and she began to moan from the pleasure.

"Fuck Rafe-" She moaned breathily. This was all he needed to prompt him to go harder. He was now fully on top of her, and he had his hand on her neck. He began to squeeze, gently applying pressure...

"Kie-" He groaned between kisses.

"Kie."

"Kie?"

Kiara felt someone shaking her arm. She blinked the sleep away and saw Rafe sitting up. The moonlight was streaming from the large window, illuminating his face. He had a worried look.

"Are you ok?" He asked, stroking her arm gently. "You were kind of like, making noises in your sleep."

"I was?" She asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I couldn't tell if they were for a bad reason or a good reason..." He sort of trailed off, looking at her.

Oh my god... she had been moaning in her sleep.

"What were you dreaming about?"

She felt her face heat up. Her cheeks were no doubt tomato red.

"I don't really remember." She said quietly, hoping the dark was masking the red flush across her cheeks.

"OK. Sorry for waking you, I just..."

"No don't be... it's fine."

He looked at her for one more moment, then he laid back down.

"Night, Kie."

"Night babe-"

She stopped short. What. Did. She. Just. Say???

"What was that?" Rafe asked as if he could read her mind.

"Rafe. I said, Rafe." She said, making sure to enunciate the sounds.

"Yeah, sorry, kinda sounded like you said something else. Course you said, Rafe." He said, more to himself than to her.