THE PICTURE OF YOU -rafe cameron-

096; the first time

Something in the air had suddenly changed. Myra laid on her bed next to Rafe, his arms finding their way around her small framed body, engulfing her with his warmth. It radiated off of him like he was the sun. Myra was a little cold, so she allowed herself to just lay there within his grasp, to even enjoy it. It somehow felt okay. Her bedroom was silent except from the faint sounds that were coming from outside. Birds chirping and the soft waves of the marsh mixing with the wind that rustled through the leaves on the many trees that surrounded the old fishing shack. A calm summer night. It had been such chaos before Rafe had gotten to Myra's small place, but now everything had slowed down. Myra laid her head to rest on Rafe's toned chest, feeling the way it rose and fell gently. She could hear his heart beat, thud thud thud. It was soothing to her. A slow and steady pace, reminding her that she was alive and well. Rafe dipped his head down a little, burying his face in the blonde unruly hair on top of Myra's head. He could smell her shampoo yet again. He drew in a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds before he let it go. He liked the faint coconut scent, it was becoming a familiarity that managed to comfort him.

Myra dragged her hands along Rafe's torso, sending shivers down his spine. He inched a little closer, dragging his own hands along her back. He found the hem of her shirt, fiddling with it until he felt goosebumps form on her skin. He let his hands slip underneath her shirt, tracing the small bumps on her skin with his fingertips. Rafe could feel the pouge girl's spine, tracing the bones with his touch. "It tickles" Myra mumbled with a faint giggle, sending the vibrations of her voice through his chest. It made Rafe's heart skip a beat, Myra could feel it. "Sorry" he mumbled lowly as he stopped his movement, letting his hands rest at the small of her back. "No it's fine" Myra hummed back, still laying on Rafe's chest, "I kinda like it". Rafe felt a smile creep onto his lips. He couldn't hold it back as he started rubbing circles on Myra's skin with his fingertips. Myra sighed in a pleased manner, sinking further into Rafe. He pulled her closer, placing a quick kiss on top of her head before he could stop to think. Myra lifted her head as she gazed up, a little surprised by his sudden soft motion. Rafe's eyes met hers, he himself was a little surprised too. He wasn't one who often acted so softly towards someone else. Myra didn't seem to mind though, for she smiled as she moved herself a little closer to him. Her gaze flickered between his lips and his eyes for a moment before she leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his right cheek, testing the waters.

Rafe laughed as Myra moved away again, even more surprised. "Fuck" he then mumbled, shaking his head in disbelief. "What?" Myra asked with a funny laugh, raising her eyebrows. "For a second there I thought you were gonna kiss me" he teased, leaning forward slightly, "but you tricked me with that cheek kiss". Myra let another laugh slip. "You started it, you kissed me on my forehead" she pointed out. It was now Rafe's turn to raise his eyebrows as he gazed at the pouge girl who was sat before him, so close. "It was just an impulse" Rafe shrugged, keeping his eyes on Myra. "Same" she hummed. "Really?" Rafe asked, clearly teasing her. "Mhm" Myra nodded her head in agreement. Rafe scoffed playfully, laying his hands on her hips, fiddling with the hem of her shorts. It sent electricity through Myra's veins. "You're lying" Rafe went on, making Myra furrow her eyebrows. "I'm not" she argued. "Oh but see... I think you are" Rafe teased, a smirk finding its way onto his lips, "I think you wanted to kiss me, you just didn't dare". Myra let a loud laugh spill past her lips. She couldn't believe the words that had left the kook boy's mouth. She leaned over, placing her hands on top of Rafe's thighs. "You think I'm scared of you?" she questioned, eyebrows raised. "Wouldn't surprise me, are you?" Rafe pressed, leaning forward himself so that they were even closer. "No, definitely not" Myra stated, her chin tilted upwards, "and I'm definitely not scared to kiss you either, you asshole". Rafe laughed through his cocky smirk. "So do it then" he commented. "What?" Myra asked, pressing her hands down onto his thighs a little harder. Rafe leaned in even further, lingering his lips a mere inch from hers. "If you're not scared, then go ahead and do it then" he went on, his hot breath tickling Myra's skin, "kiss me"