The Kiss

She couldn't stop shivering, despite the fact the rain had now slowed to a drizzy, instead of that steady beating just moments ago. But she was shivering, cold and he seemed perfectly fine; that was a lie, wasn't it? The tip of his nose was slightly red and the rest of his body seemed just a little more tense than usual. But he was fine and she was cold and they were both standing on her porch under the faint blanket of stars overhead. The moon hung low and off the side, as if trying to hide the that fact that it was a voyeur of the night, forever imprisoned to watch unknown lovers. Eye contact was avoided, always avoided. What is it that made her uncomfortable the way he lost himself in her eyes? He said they were more than one shade of brown, perhaps he just wanted to see more than what was there? Or perhaps she didn't see everything about herself that others saw? The fact that he wanted to look into her eyes made her uncomfortable, the fact he was interested in her eyes made her uncomfortable, the very fact that he was willing to stand in the middle of the night, under the chilled rain just to spend time with her made her uncomfortable; none of it seemed natural to her. It was all too real, but at the same time altogether surreal, like a dream she had no control over.

He looked so warm to her, so invitingly warm and she was cold, always cold. Her fingers felt like ice against her palms, desperately trying to keep them warm on her own. Her own body seemed chilled to the bone, droplets of rain water travelled down from her temples, along the sides of her cheeks, even down the length of her nose to stop at the tip, hover and then eventually fall to join the wet pavement. A reach and his fingertips eventually found her cold cheeks and ah, there was that warm that he always held within his grasp, it seemed to warm her skin just a little, just a little before his fingers strayed to the wet strangles of hair that had struggled free from her clip. Dark strands of hair splaying across soft skin and the moon continued to watch.

Soft murmurs of 'I love your hair' and 'you're so soft' drifted from his lips and past her ears to be caught on the drifts of rain that continued to spill down around them from the gathering clouds above that were beginning to blind the stars. She merely smiled in return, what other response was she suppose to give? And besides her hands were shaking, though she blamed it on the cold. Fingertips continued to trail down along her peices of hair until the ends drifted from his grasp and floated back to become plastered against her skin once more. But he didn't seem to relent and she tried to hold her smile as his fingertips once more found the skin on her cheek and slide forward to her ear, his palm coming to rest against her jaw. The odd car that drove by every now and then, pushing its way through the rain covered street became blurred and eventually, ceased to exist as she took a step, as small as it was, closer towards him.

A step was more than she had ever given him, more than she would normally give him and she could feel his fingers tighten against her skin just slightly in that one single step. She could see more clearly the water running down along his wet skin and it made her wonder more why his touch felt so goddamn warm. The moon seemed to hover closer, peeking out from below the clouds, through the rain, to get a better look as the step allowed them to lean closer. And for a brief moment, eye contact was no longer avoided, deep browns meeting and holding clear blues as the inches closed until finally there was a touch of lips. Hesitating, tensing, growing nervous and then just as quickly relaxing, nearly melting as he became her central heat and the moon itself seemed to smile with relief as both pairs of eyes finally fell closed. Another step closer and damp clothes were beginning to brush damp clothes, pressing closer to already chilled skin.

Hands were beginning to wander now, her fingertips sliding up to rest against the cold, slick leather of his jacket, unsure of anything else except for how warm he felt. She could feel the press of his chilled nose as the kiss was pressed a little closer, as well as the brush of his mustache and goatee, exploring the sensation she stepped closer still and like a chain reaction his free arm slid down and around her waist. She wanted to groan at how it felt, the way their lips seemed to fit perfectly together, but his...they felt so soft and so, so warm, it made her wonder just how her lips felt to him, if they were just as soft as they always said they appeared to be or if they were just another pair of lips.

Just another pair of lips she decided upon and the steady rain forced her to come back to the surface of reality, drawing away from the ever growing heated kiss reluctantly, ever so reluctantly. But the parting forced her to grow slightly shy, her eyes lowering from his, to the ground or what she could see of the ground anyways, though she barely managed to murmur, "inside..."

As if he were one to protest, though he desparately still tried to hold her gaze, wondering why she always looked away, perhaps it was him? Taking the chance again, his hand slid from her jaw to place his fingers under her chin and tilt it upwards, forcing her to hold his eyes or look away awkwardly and hold his eyes she did, though only for a mere fraction of a second before another kiss was stolen from chilled, cold lips.

Her hands, still resting against his jacket tightened slightly, fingers curling so now she grasped the wet leather and she turned, to step back, as clumsy as it was, holding a kiss in the movies always looked so much more elegant. Following her step, he managed, with only enough hesitation to finally realize exactly what she was trying to accomplish and soon her back was placed against the screen door. The rain now fell harder, as if encouraging them to move inside all the more quicker, the stars being completely blanketed out by the black clouds that blended in with the rest of the night scene. The moon itself, even went into hiding, as if its job were now done.

It became a utopia, the way he was laying kiss upon kiss on her lips, perhaps to warm them or perhaps because he simply enjoyed it, but the little breaks gave her the opportunity to dig in her pocket for her keychain and fumble for the right key. Drawing her head back, she gazed down at his lips for a second before her gaze flickered back up to his, murmuring the same single word she murmured earlier, "inside..." and not waiting for him to move to give her room, she turned, fully aware of the brush of his body against hers, despite the damp, cold clothing that separated each, and opened the screen door. The seconds seemed to turn into an eternity as she aimed for the keyhole, missed, aimed again, missed, then finally found it, struggling slightly to turn it - finally, the brief eternity ended and the door swung open as if on its own will and the two of them nearly tumbled in, out of the rain.

A touch of nervous smiles and a couple, quiet chuckles as both manage to right themselves after the slight spill, the screen door banging shut after them with a sudden wind. And then eyes meet once more, more comfortable, more self assured than the first moment, which was hardly more than 10 minutes ago. But she was still cold, still shivering even and he still looked so warm and inviting, as if the rain had no affect on him except to make him wet and damp. His hand move to seek hers out, but she took the courage she had been building up for months on end and, instead of letting her hand be held in his grasp, she moved her fingers up to his jacket again to open it and slowly started to push it off his shoulders as she leaned forward with all the cluminess of a virgin kisser to be the one to press her lips against his.

He was all too eagar to return her kiss and he let his arms drop to his sides, so the jacket finally fell free of his frame, dropping to the floor in a wet pile, but either could care less at this moment. Then her hands came back up, brushing along the damp hair on his arms, to his shoulders and finally to rest against his chest. The kiss, as sweet and delicious as it already was, was turning less chaste, less child-like as heads tilted just slightly, lips parting slowly and then closing again as if in a teasing dance. She became vaguely aware of the press of a wall against her back, but he was the first to let his tongue act on it's own accord, letting it venture forward to run across her lips and then probe gently for entry. Hands were shaking, even as they were placed against the wall on either side of her, but he couldn't hide the pounding of his heart, which seem to grow louder with each passing minute. Little did he know, her own heart felt like rolling thunder in her own ears and therefore, nearly drowned out all other sounds.

Entrance, she did give him, though timidly her chin tilted down and away from his lips before gaining the courage to press forward again, her own tongue slipping forth to tease his as he explored the roof of her mouth. The sky grew darker, as if it were possible, causing the rain to come down in a flood now, banging and beating against the simple screen door, but her body was beginning to warm to his touch, his kiss. Fingers tightened against the fabric of his shirt before sliding down slightly to the feel of his stomach, as tongue touched tongue and melted against each other. Both walls were slowly being lowered on each side, each being just a little less careful and less cautious of their movements and all at once she moved, chest against to chest as she attempted to shrug off her own rain soaked coat, her arms becoming caught and tangled in the sleeves of the jacket. Caught and held in a breath's whisper, unable to protest as his lips moved away from hers to travel down along the side of her neck, causing a small, barely audible moan to drift from her throat.

For the moment, the both of them remained in a sort of esctasy, soft lips against softer skin, flesh being barely sucked and teased with the tip of a tongue as a chilled breeze drifted in through the cracks of the doorframe, dancing across the experimenting lovers like a cold caress. The tip of his nose brushed against her skin, her whisps of hair tickling his own flesh as he ever so slowly moved down, taking in inch by inch as his tongue found the hallow of her throat. Goosebumps broke out across her own flesh as her shirt was lifted just enough for his hands to rest against the small of her back and brush against that one single sensitive spot which caused her spine to ache sharply, pressing her chest against his just that much more.

Having received the desired affect, he finally tugged her jacket from her arms and off her completely, letting it drop to the floor in a wet pile at her heels and with the removal of his lips from her skin and a moment to recover herself, she turned, sliding away from the wall as her arm slipped around his waist and she closed the door with a quiet slam. Each took a mere moment to catch their breaths before his hands were finding the soft curves of her sides again, encircling her waist which to him felt warm and comforting though she would protest otherwise. A step forward, her hands coming to rest against his chest as they trangressed from the front hall and into the darkened living room. The rain pounded against the windows, leaving blurred streaks that ran down to the ground, making it hard to see inside, as well as outside.

Reaching up, he undid and pulled the clip from her hair, leaving it to fall in wet tangles about her shoulders and along her back as shadows danced dangerously across skin, casting flickers of light to highlight certain features and leave the rest in darkness. To him, she looked like a goddess, an Aphrodite reincarnated and why she would give herself to him was beyond all reason and logical thought. Things became so dream like, his fingers finding her hair again, letting the wet strands slip across his skin, leaving little wet trails. Time slowed as time does when you can't believe what's right in front of your nose.

But she, was concentrating on the short breaths escaping her lips, the beating of rain against glass like the pounding of her heart against her chest, the feel of his wet shirt against his chest, the echo of his pulse touching her fingertips like feathers. And the darkness that surrounding them, somehow feeling that any light at all would ruin the moment. She memorized the features of his face and the way the shadows played across his skin so intimately it would have been easy to become jealous of.

Seconds slipped by, but before either could really grasp a meaning of time, her hand was sliding up to the back of his neck, drawing him closer for another kiss, each becoming more comfortable and enticing than the last. His hands slid up along the curves of her back, past the clasp on her bra strap and then back down again, tugging lightly on the strap his fingers has just graced and then back around to the stomach he seemed to so admire. Her breath became held against the kiss as his fingers inched upwards, to the fabric of her bra once more, worming their way under the actual cloth to slide across the ever so soft underside of her breasts. And up, they continued to inch, between the white fabric of her bra and the pale skin of her flesh before he lost the courage all together and let his fingers slide back down to her stomach.

Drawing back slowly, reluctantly, there was a pause on both sides as each gathered their breathing once more, shadows flickering across skin like lovers that they were becoming. The room held an odd gray-blue tinge to it, partly from the moon that now hung low in the horizon and partly from the continuous rain. Her eyes caught his for a moment as her tongue slipped out to slide across her lips, quickly wetting them before she scooped up his hand away from her stomach and turned without giving herself time to second guess herself. And he, was too stunned to murmur much of a protest, the fact that her damp hair brushed against the naked flesh of his arm halted any protest he might have had anyways.

Another pause, in front of a door, quickly licking her lips once more before she turned again to face him, letting go of his hand so her fingers would be able to curl about the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to press her lips to his - they seemed to fit so perfectly now. She breathed everything in as he tried to gather himself once more. The feel of his warmth so close to her body, the press off the door that was creeping up against her back, the very smell of him that invaded her nose whenever she was this close to him, the tickle of his facial hair against her upper lip and chin and the awareness of his hands on either side of her, leaning against the wood of the door - she nearly felt like she belonged to him.

Things were coming together now and unknown to her, he could feel her own body heat, pulsing from between her legs with a strength that was growing with each minute. But he forced himself to...calm, lips slipping from hers as he drew back enough to look into her dark eyes, despite knowing it'd make her uncomfortable and it took another minute for him to find his voice and force his dry throat to work properly, though the sound seemed to interrupt the mood of the whole house.

"Is this okay...?"

She could only nod in return, holding his beautiful blue gaze as long as she can, unaware that her hips were already beginning to squirm and unconsciously buck against his, or at least trying to. And this, seemed to drive him wild all the more, he would be in torture of she refused him, but something told him she wouldn't and he allowed his hands to slide from the door, fingertips grazing along her clothes before they found her hips and there they held firm for a minute as his head dipped forward, lips seeking the warm flesh of her neck, trailing and sucking on the softness it offered him. Her eyes fell closed naturally as she took in the new sensations, head pressing back against wood as she tilted her chin up to expose the curve of her throat better, her bottom lip becoming trapped between her teeth as her breathing grew in tension. And, ah, her fingers tightening around the grip she had on his shirt, now feeling the strain of hardened nipples against her bra with each deepened breath. Hands shifted from hips to her back as she arched off the door slightly, fingertips catching drying ends of hair before travelling back down to the swell of her arse, to dig into the covered flesh and draw her closer to him, hips meeting and pressing against hips through clothing.

Swallowing and licking dry lips, they could only go so far standing up and so she gathered her thoughts once again, letting go of his shirt so her hand would be able to find the doorknob and twist, but this caught him offguard and threw him slightly off balanced as he nearly stumbled forward, herself stumbling backwards a bit. And the rush of chilled air whipping in from the slightly opened window caught them both off guard, forcing nipples to harden even more, goosebumps springing upon heated flesh. She turned, while he righted himself and quickly pulled the window closed all the way, but only after she was hit by the forceful rain that continued to demand entrace against the glass. But the interruption didn't hinder them much, if at all and after a shared nervous chuckled they were quickly pressed against each other again, heat from both bodies almost merging as one. Fingertips rose up and brushed through her hair, only to trail down and cup her jaw as the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she halted with lips barely touching his.

With what seemed like an awkward movement, she reached back until she was able to feel the cushion of the bed cover. Her other hand curled about his shirt again as she lowered herself down onto the edge of the bed, bouncing a bit with the spring as she tried to keep their lips pressed together in a quiet kiss. In an attempt to keep himself balanced and as level with her as possible, his knee found the edge of the bed and slid forward between her legs, which caused a soft gasp of surprise, then a low, almost inaudible groan of pleasure, the feel of it causing her hips to lift slightly and buck against his thigh, wanting to feel more. Well aware of her growing desired, he pressed into the kiss more, his tongue slipping between her lips to caress the inside of her mouth again as he drew a hand down and over her breast, his palm grazing across the hard nub of flesh that could be felt even through her shirt and bra. But he had to be sure, despite what her body was obviously telling him, he had to be sure what she wanted, he wouldn't be able to go on with any flickers of doubt in his mind and his lips slipped from hers to give her neck a couple lingering kisses before trying to level his eyes onto hers, both pairs of lips parted with heavy breathing. Again, his voice sounded awkward and clumsy in the atmosphere, especially with the backdrop of drumming raindrops.

"Are you sure this is okay...?"

Eyes clouded by shadows, she again only nodded in response as her tongue flicked out to wet her dry lips. He nodded once as well as he sat up a bit more, lightly pulling on the sides of her shirt before he started to draw it up and over her head, away from her arms to let it fall, forgotten to the floor. The shirt became a black lump on the floor, fading out of focus into the background of shadows as she pulled herself up onto the bed more so her legs weren't hanging off the edge. And he followed along right with her without any trouble at all, his body now nearly hovering over hers as she laid back against the bed, her hair becoming cushioned under her, framing her head and naked shoulders. With hands pressed against the cushion of the bed, he leaned over her, treating her lips with a deep, longing kiss before drawing back to let his lips and teeth drag down along the length of her neck to her chest and down. On instinct, her eyes fell closed so she was forced to focus on the sound of the rain hitting against the roof and window and the subtle feel of his lips as they closed in around her nipple, through her bra, giving it a timid suck before biting on it ever so gently. Brows furrowed as she lost her concentration, the bite sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through her body before fading as he started to suck a little harder. She raised both her arms to clasp her hands above her head, stretching out her body a little and pushing her chest up a tad as he continued to suck and nibble, which caused soft little whimpers to escape past her dry lips.

Such a yearning she created in him, that he was forced to draw himself up to his knees between her already spread legs, thighs resting on top of covered thighs as he pressed forward enough to rub heat against heat, causing both to moan and whimper almost at the same time. And in turn, she couldn't help but press up, bucking and forcing her hips against his to get a better feel of what she couldn't see. And even if she did open her eyes, she wouldn't be able to see much, only the shadow of him lingering over her body, his lips pulling away from one nipple only to cover the other and give it the same treatment as the previous one; sucking, nibbling and biting gently. The moon and any other such light could be on the other side of the world for all she cared, she only wanted to see him anyways. After the initial pleasure faded to a steady sensation, she was able to half open her eyes, tilting her head to the side slightly to watch as he seemed to abuse her poor nipple through the fabric of her bra, but of course she didn't mind one bit and suddenly, she became surprised at how much she was being turned on by him and by how not nervous she was. She felt comfortable, despite the fact that all of this was completely new and the confidence he displayed helped just that much more.

Her breathing was slipping past her lips in short, small gasps now, her hips still bucking up against his, though they were hitting considerably less as he seemed to enjoy teasing her, despite how new everything was. And the teasing just proved to create a deeper burning and ache in that moist region between her thighs. She wanted to feel him, every single burning inch of him, to taste his flesh and have it linger on her lips and as if reading her thoughts, he simply continued to torture her in leaving her growing wetness alone for the moment. Instead, his hands slid from their spot on the bed to slide underneath her aching back, grasping the clasp of her bra - he wouldn't want to admit he struggled with it before he was finally able to pull the strap apart and slip the whole thing off her arms, tossing it away to fade into the background with her shirt.

Goosebumps played across her still chilled flesh as he sat up on his knees once more, warm, soft hands sliding up along her thighs and back down to her hips again, idly rubbing as he gazed down at her shirtless form. An eerie blue glow seeped in from under the window curtain, snaking across the floor and through the shadows to caress her exposed, pale skin, circling around her hardened nipples like a separate lover. And he was simply left to watch and admire the beauty at his fingertips.

Sheltered from reality, his shirt was lifted by both pair of hands and tossed away to be lost among the floor before he was leaning over her again, lips touching lips and pressing as the hair on his chest brushing against her breasts and nipples, nearly as soft as silk to her. The kiss was probing, exploring, more heated and lustfilled - even loving, deeply desiring. Hands slid down along bodies, fingertips running along curves as the last peices of clothing were removed from both pair of legs, tossed to the floor like any day's dirty socks.

They started to move as one, even as they continued to stay separated. She kept her eyes open, on the dark features of his face, highlighted by shadows - knees lifted, easily allowing her legs to wrap about his waist, but still, he paused, his voice barely lifting above the sound of the still steady rain.

"Are you sure..."

She nodded, breathlessly, her nipples straining against his very chest, her back arching wantingly, pressing up against him as the burning inside her grew more, she just wanted to feel him. She couldn't say anything and even if she could, her voice would probably be caught in her throat, her breathing was so rapid and the feel of his hand on her thighs, creeping inwards, towards her warmth, wasn't helping one bit. Forced to close her eyes and take in a breath to calm her breathing, she could feel his fingertips brush past her curly, dark hair, and then...a sharp hiss as her wetness was spread slightly, silky warmth slipping forth to coat his fingers, causing him to moan rather her, as her teeth pressed together, her breathing indeed caught in her throat before being released quickly, causing her thighs and hips to tremble slightly. She would have never dreamed it would feel this good, being touched and teased with very little pressure and just as she was starting to gather her thoughts his fingers pressed forward, nudging and brushing against the sensitive nub of flesh, causing her to gasp again and arch her back against him, even whimpering as his fingers continued to slips down, as if being drowned in that velvet touch. Slipping still, as his lips barely pressed against hers, though she wouldn't be able to concentrate enough to return the kiss, his two fingers continued to press forward, gently easing their way into her depths before drawing back and then pushing forward again, ever so slowly stretching those virgin, wet lips.

Of course, she could feel the stretching, feel his fingers gaining deeper entrance and she pressed upwards in return, the pleasure and wanting consuming anything else, even the sound of the ever present rain. And with what seemed like forever, he finally draw his soaked fingers from her as his lips pressed more firmly against hers. She barely responded to that kiss before she was feeling him squirm around slightly, positioning himself directly between her still spread thighs and one word came to mind - delicious. Opening her eyes to slits, she could see that eerie glow - still present - spread across his back to cover him, instead of her, the sound of the rain filling her ears once more, a soothing comfort to the fact that was she still chilled. The hand that was between her trembling thighs, only moments ago, now resting against one of them, holding as he took a moment to gaze down at her. His little, aching head rested against her velvety lips, as if drinking from them, barely pressing.

Neither of them wanted this moment to end - the moment before the end. But she was squirming, she couldn't stop herself from squirming and despite what their hearts wanted, their primal human instinct won over and he pressed his hips forward. Both took in a sharp breath through their teeth - his was of an intense pleasure that suddenly gripped his body and hers was of a slight stretching pain, her thighs instantly tightening against his hips. And perhaps he didn't noticed her flinch, or perhaps he simply expected it, either way he continued to press forward, slowly to keep his control as his fingertips gripped her thigh a little more. Breathlessly, he only stopped when he was sure he was as far as he could go. For her, pain mixed with pleasure, but she nodded as he paused, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss against his lips and soon, a steady rythem was built up.

Eventually, breathing became slightly laboured, to match the pouring rain beating against the roof and window, breasts were pressed firmly against chest as hips bucked forward with an increasing pace, forcing her to bounce back against the bed slightly with each and every thrust. Time slipped by without meaning, fading into waves of pleasure neither would imagine was possible until tonight. The single feel of him she would remember the rest of her life. Moans were lost among the splattering of the rain and the subtle creaking of the bed, his hips causing faint little bruises on the inside of her thighs as both grew closer to the one, sought after climax and it came as a surprise to them both, despite the build up, despite the growing pulsing pleasure. The fact that he was coming inside of her was more of a shock than anything, his hips twitching slightly from the intensity of it. And the feel of the actual liquid mixing with her juices and slipping out even surprised her, it felt better than she would have ever expected and it forced her into her own little surprised orgasm, causing her body to shake and spasm even more than it was.

After the initial shock, both bodies soon collapsed onto the bed, him rolling onto his side and pulling her body against his chest as their breathing started to calm and cool. There wasn't anything left to say, however, that their bodies hadn't already mentioned and they were left to drift off to sleep with limbs entwined with naked limbs under a thin sheet to keep the moon from touching their skin - listening to heartbeats slow and steady to a soothing rythem, once more matching the beating of the rain, that still continued to hit against the window, as if singing it's own lulluby.