If Only...

SOUPED UP

Oh! . . .

I take slow and shallow breaths in light of my blush-reviving realization, as Danny's arms still stay crossed at my belly and his face still stays firm in the curve of my neck, tickling my skin with his warm breath.

"I think you should bathe in vanilla everyday."

I smile at his drawled words and spin around in his arms to hold his face.

And boy, even with the new moon out, he glows.

"I think you're obsessed with vanilla." I tell him frankly, stroking my fingertips through his stubble.

Ha!

That feels prickly and ticklish at the same time.

"Not just vanilla, no." Danny shakes his head and buries his face into my neck again, inhaling deeply. My head tilts back and my fingers tangle with his hair.

"It's the vanilla mixed with your scent that is driving me crazy."

He whispers, and his moist lips trail a line of fire along my skin, as Brian's words unhaze and uncover slowly.

"Danny. . ." I bite my lip and tilt my head back, leaning into his arms.

All forms of rationality leave me, as my body begs for priority. Danny's touch; his lips, his very presence pours life into my every cell.

I can't tell after how long, but from someplace still sane, a name comes to me.

Heather.

I can't recall who or what, but I knew why we weren't supposed to be out here doing . . . This.

"Danny." I breathe.

"Mm, tell me, petal." He coos, tracing his teeth along my jaw.

"In . . . Inside." I manage in an exhale, my toes clamping onto his. Danny sighs deeply, and takes me up into his arms, walking inside and closing the door with his back.

He then connects his lips with mine, and I am lost. Lost in his passion.

Danny kisses me sincerely, fervently, so all and all parts of me can think of him and only him.

"I love you." He says breathlessly, propping on the couch with me straddling him.

I repeat the words and connect with him again, desperately.

Oh, this feels too good . . .

And then sense slowly starts to return to me; that there were no more catches.

We were all alone at home, and so there were no more imminent interruptions. Even if there was something coming, I'd have to wait a while because I can tell; it's going to be a long, long night.

My intensity dies down, but Danny presses me closer to himself, as he journeys down with his lips.

I grip onto his hair, not offering any reluctance--or enthusiasm for that matter, as he trails kisses down my middle until he pauses at my belly, taking a breather.

He then mumbles something, and I don't come back to reality until he tilts both of us toward the end of the couch and grabs his phone, which had been flashing.

How did I not hear it ring?

I wonder idly as Danny is torn between me and answering the call.

"Two minutes." He breathes finally and slides his thumb across the screen.

I sigh and sit back on my heels--his lap, technically--as the illusion from noon comes back to me. I had vowed right then and there that I wouldn't let it bother me. I knew this time was coming; I had no way of knowing when or where, but I guess it's here now.