I Got You ~ C.B

FOURTEEN

"Shea tried to ask me out. She did. So I told her I couldn't. She wouldn't accept that and kept trying. Nothing else happened."
I smile, reaching out and touching his cheek
"I didn't think anything did happen, baby. Like I said, you didn't have to explain yourself."
He sighs, leaning his hands on the counter either side of my body, my legs either side of his waist.
"I just know how I'd have been if I walked into your place and saw you with another guy. I wouldn't have been as mature as you in this situation."
I laugh, hugging him with my arms around his neck
"Look, I wouldn't want you to say 'you can't hang out with other guys'. I know you wouldn't. And I wouldn't say you can't hang out with other girls either. So long as you tell me, I'm fine with it."
He inquires
"So your cool with Shea?"
I shrug
"The fact she's still going after you pisses me off, admittedly. But I trust you. So if you're cool with her, I am."
"You are so not the average twenty year old."
I laugh, stating
"That... and, I mean, not be conceited but I know where I stand opposed to her."
He chuckles with me, resting his forehead against my shoulder.
"I love you."
He tells me, smile evident in his tone. I giggle, hugging him to me
"I love you!"
There's no big fuss around the exchange of the words. It flowed naturally, like we've told each other this before. And although we haven't- the emotion has always been there. Because nothing feels different after we say this. We had it this whole time. He brings his lips to mine, innocent and giddy at first. But when I slide my hand under his shirt, over his skin underneath, he deepens it. His hand in the small of my back and holding me firmer against him. I break the kiss, suggesting with a smirk
"You feel like skipping dinner?"
He laughs, tone just as suggestive as mine as he asks
"Should we cancel our reservation?"
I giggle
"Ooh, talk responsible to me."
Laughing together, I slide off the counter, plucking his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and handing it to him
"Go ahead. I'll be waiting."
I head over and drop onto the couch, pulling his laptop onto my lap and heading into Spotify. I listen into his conversation with the restaurant while I choose a playlist
"Hi, I need to cancel a reservation for Colby. Yeah that one. Thanks, bye."
Fastest phone call I've ever heard. As soon as I hit shuffle, he reaches me on the couch and shifts his laptop, rising over me and moving me back against the cushions. I reach up, instantly and hungrily initiating the kiss. It's deep and passionate from the get go, fuelled by fire and electricity. His lips roam down over my neck as his hand slips below my shirt. It comes off soon after, his following and making a combined pile on the floor. Hands explore skin, lips dip lower, clothing becomes lesser. Lifting me in his arms when underwear is all that's left and moving us into his bedroom. It is by no means the first time we've done this. The past couple of weeks I think I could say I've had the most frequent, and best, sex of my life. We know each other so well, what we like, being fluent in a language. And if I thought he was amazing the first time we did this, now he's a god.

Previous ~ Four Years

The week went too fast. And I've got nothing done. The whole reason Diana and I came to LA at all was to see if we could get lucky at an audition. Go to as many as we can in the week before we leave for Hawaii. However, meeting Colby has thrown a spanner in the works. I've spent everyday with him, meeting his friends, watching them film, partying. Maybe Diana will get lucky. While I've been out with Colby she's gone to six auditions in five days, exploring the city on her own. Taking tours. That being said, Colby and I have included her most days for a little while. I haven't mentioned what I'm meant to be doing here to him yet, not wanting him to encourage me to go to them instead of spending all my time with him. I know he would encourage me going instead. He would drive me to them, help me with lines. But I'd prefer to do what we decided to do that first night- pretend like we have nothing else to do and nowhere else to be but be together. Colby has a meeting after we have brunch together, but he'll pick me up again from wherever Diana and I decide to have dinner. We decided on Sushi and decided to splurge, heading to the top-rated Sushi place in LA. SugarFish. It's obviously top-rated for a reason. Colby calls me as we're paying, ready to leave
"On my way, sugar."
I tell him
"Okay. I'll just get Diana in an Uber. See you in a second."
"Bye bye."
He gets there about ten minutes after Diana leaves in her Uber. We decided yesterday just to have a chill night in, head back to his and Sam's apartment and watch a movie, snuggle- the sort of thing. It's as we're watching the movie, Pulp Fiction, he notices something is off.
"Rey- you all good?"
A smile comes to my face, and I nod, but what I say mustn't be as convincing
"Yeah. All good here, bub."
He pouts, shouldering me
"No it's not. Tell me."
I shake my head
"I don't wanna bring down the mood, Col."
He searches my eyes, seeing right through me as usual. Reading me like a book. He asks
"Is it me?"
I roll my eyes, playfully slapping at his chest
"Of course not."
He sighs, collapsing back against his bed
"Thank God... what is it then?"
I sigh, admitting
"I gotta go tomorrow morning."
I see his face downfall too
"Oh yeah."
I smile over at him
"It's okay though. We knew it was coming. We have our plan."
He nods, swallowing
"Uh-huh. We do," he turns back to me "I am going to miss you like crazy."
I giggle, kissing him gently
"I'll miss you too, Colby."
He kisses me again, and again, and before I know it my back is against the mattress as he rolls over me. Our clothes coming off layer by layer. His lips dipping to my neck and his hands move over the dips and curves of my hip, hoisting my leg up to his hip, gripping my thigh. I roll us over, straddling him and kiss down his chest, eyes taking each other in as we commit the moment and feelings to memory. Our actions are passionate, driven by something more than just lust and convenience. He takes the control again, moving over me. His fingers slipping below the waistband of my panties, I catch his wrist, admitting whilst out of breath and flustered from the heat of the moment
"I'm a virgin."
His hand raises from my hip to my face, his eyes warm on me as he assures me
"We can stop. Don't do this if it's not perfect for you Okay?"
I reach up, my hand in his hair
"Colby... there's nobody I'd rather have my first time with than you."
A grin spreads over his face, and I kiss it. Bringing us back to where we left off. I always assumed I'd be scared my first time. I've heard to many bad first time stories. All of my friends have already lost it way before me. I'm sure they've all done it just to say they lost it. But I'm not scared. Not with Colby. There's passion, there's care, there's fun. He's gentle with me, always checking in, giving me sweet kisses. I also had an assumption my first time would be horrible and painful. And while it is still unavoidably painful, it isn't horrible. It's romantic. It's the perfect first time, with cuddles after until we fall asleep. I guess I'm just one of the lucky ones.

I wake up the next morning to my phone buzzing on his nightstand. I pick it up to check it, stop the buzzing, and hopefully not disturb Colby still peacefully asleep next to me- his arm over my waist. The buzzing are text messages on Messenger coming through from Diana

Where are you??
Flight
Hello?
Alaska!
Rey!
Oh God we're missing our flight...
Alaska come back now!
You know what- I'll pack all your shit. Just get to the airport in time please!

Fuck- the flight. I quietly and carefully slip out of bed, and his arm. Dressing and getting myself together- I'll have to go straight to the airport, and now. I look over Colby, intending to wake him up. Then I see the time- seven?! That's so early. Our flight is at 8:30. I can't wake him up right now. We didn't end up falling asleep until three. He's out to it too. His sleep deep, and looking cute while he does. I'll Uber it. But- that means I won't see Colby again. Maybe. Most likely. Shit. I contemplate my situation. I have to go. I dress myself, and write a note in his phone

Colby, I'm sorry to leave it like this but I'm late for my flight. You're so cute asleep to wake up. Thank you for the best week of my life, all the good memories. See you soon, dude. Remember, I got you. Forever yours, Alaska xx

I leave it up on his phone screen so it's the first thing he sees when he unlocks it. I crouch down beside the bed, kissing his cheek
"Bye Colby."
I slip out and downstairs to my Uber undetected. And I can't help the gut feeling- I'll be seeing him again. I take assurance in this feeling. My intuition is usually correct.