Open Fields of Ohio

7 ••• Will It Always Be Like This?

Back to Tess's Point of View:

That day I kissed Dawn, it still swirled around my head and heart like a ragging storm. It was a feeling I couldn't rid myself from.

And now, kissing her in my couch, supossedly watching 'I Am Number Four', I couldn't help but sigh against her; she had the softest lips, sweetest mouth, the perfect hands to touch me while I had her. And the delicate skin on her neck felt like silk every time I kissed her there.

She would either laugh softly against me, letting her head fall back for me, or she would moan softly against me, wrapping herself around me ... I loved both. There is nothing more great to a guy that a girl falling against him.

Letting him do what he wanted, but with love, not with lust. At least, with me, I wanted her love. It drove me over the edge. But she eventually leaned away and sat up.

"I like this part," she said. I watched as John aka Alex Pettyfer gave Number 6 aka Teresa Palmer, I think her name is, power. It looked like pretty much he was giving her— "That's hot. Looks like they just finished the best it ever, if you know what I mean." She laughed.

"Hmmm..." I said. "Go on a date with me." She looked at me.

"You say that like I don't have a choice, Tess." She said with an eyebrow arched up to Heaven. I sighed, and winced.

"Ya don't," she laughed, and pounced on my lap. I looked up at her with a care-free smile, putting my hands behind my head.

"What if I say no?" She said. "What will you do?" She put a finger to the side of my throat, where my pulse went wild for her, and dragged it down and down to my chest, her nail bitting my skin, giving me goosebumps, but I didn't feel pain.

"I'll ..." I said, pulling my hands from behind me and suddenly grabbed her hips, pushing her down on me, and pulling myself up, she gasped at the feeling, making me do it again. I pushed her down on the couch and pulled both her hands up and over her head with one hand, once I knew she couldn't get them out of my grip, I said. "Tickle you." Her eyes widened.

"Do not even try—" but she screamed as I began to torture her with my hand to her side, tickling her. She laughed and screamed over and over. Telling me to stop.

"Go on a date with me!" I said over her yelling.

"No!" I switche hands, tickling her stomach. I reached down and bit her there, she shied away, but giggled.

"Go on a date with me," I repeated. And she suddenly stopped laughing. But I hadn't stopped tickling her. "Wh—?" She flipped me over, making me land on the floor with a thud, and held both my hands uo and over my head.

"I'm not that much ticklish, but you caught me off guard. That bite will cost you, too." She said a very dangerous voice. "Now, what were you saying?"

"Go on a date with me," I said.

"Hmmm, what do I have to wear?" She leaned back, locating herself below my hips, I swallowed. Trying very hard—no pun needed—to not thrust upward at her feeling on me. She noticed and moved slightly, I got free from her hands and gripped her hips.

"Do not." I said, but my voice was weak with 'do it, I'm begging you'. And she heard it, so move on me she did. And I couldn't help but arch up and move her hips in sync with me. I was breathing hard, and she was, too. Stop. Don't. I wanted to beg her, but I said those words backwards.

And she didn't stop, not until we heard someone going down the stairs, humming a song. She remived herself from me casually, and I sat back on the couch, using a pillow to try and cover what Dawn had caused from me.

I swallowed and tried to calm myself, but I got worse; hardly—pun intended—containing my soft groans, Dawn blushed but had a smile on her face. Cocky Dawn, I thought. I saw my sister coming down the stairs and her eyes landed on us. She looked seriously disgusted. I blanched.

"Walls. Are. Thin." She said between her teeth. "Honestly, Tess? That pillow can't hide you. I'm only sixteen, and I dont want to hear my brother take a girl in the same living room I watch Teen Wolf in. And, I didn't think you had it in you to make a girl sound like that." She smirked.

Yeah, I was good boy, so what? She's my girl. Now it was my turn to be disgusted, but at my sister.

"Okay, run along then," I shoo'd er away. "And be quiet." I didn't need mom or dad thinking I was having 'sexual relationships at such a young age'. I didn't need the speech.

"Said the hot seventeen year old," my sister mumbled, walking away. "You be quiet." When she was gone, I glared at Dawn.

"Don't do that," I said. "I ... I can't control myself with you like that." Dawn smiled warmly.

"Good thing you did," she said, kissing my lips once. "I trust you, okay? If anything: I'm the one who can't think with my head, so ... yeah. Why don't you deal yourself, I'll put on another movie and we can't talk about that date of yours, okay?" I grinned and kissed her hard before going upstairs.

Ten later—minutes, MINUTES later—I came downstairs, 'The Sorcerer's Aprendice' was on. Dawn lay on te couch on her side. I sat betteen her legs as she moved to face me, and touched my arms.

"Your sister is right," I gave her a confused look. "I could hear my name from here." But she looked smug while I almost died in my seat. Great. But I smiled anyways.

Oh, la la! 😳😎

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