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Post by Max on Aug 4, 2011 21:12:52 GMT -5
Characters: Max Kimori and anyone that would like to join! Time: Early, early morning. Location: Stage The sun was barely peeking through the clouds when Max was jolted from sleep. His laptop -- accidentally left on after he fell asleep watching "Scooby Doo" the night before -- had emitted a quiet chirping noise that Max was only able to hear because he had slept with his headphones in, hoping to not wake up the roommate of his that finally decided to sleep in his own bed as opposed to the roof of the locker room or something equally stupid. Grunting and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Max tapped a few of the keys, waking up the beast that had awoken him, though he lost the battle when the white of his inbox made him flinch. Should have expected that.Max opened the new email without reading the subject or sender lines and froze immediately when his eyes landed on the first few words. He didn't know whether to scream, sob or ignore it all together. It's been a while, Max. The boy's heart jumped to his throat and he suddenly found it very warm in his dorm room. He swallowed quietly, wondering what a heart attack felt like. Sora moved in the bunk below his. Hesitating -- stalling --, Max read over and over the name of the sender. Takashi's sister -- Sakura -- had finally worked up the courage to speak to him again, it seemed. She had been the only other person that hadn't hated Max at school, and she had actually had a crush on him at one point, but since she found out what Max had done -- what her brother had done to him -- she'd stopped all contact between herself and the two boys. Sitting there, staring at the screen, Max couldn't figure out if he was relieved or frightened that Sakura was going to speak to him again. Relieved or frightened? Shit. Shit shit! Reading the next few lines didn't help his decision much, either. I've been thinking about you a lot, and I was wondering if we could meet for coffee or something. I tried calling your cellphone, but it says the number's no longer active? Are you alright? Max knew -- he knew -- that if she were talking to him again, that she was also speaking with her brother again. That's when he bolted. Jumping from the top bunk -- not caring if he woke the sleeping boy -- Max tugged a hoodie over his head and left the room quickly, not bothering to grab his keys, only his iPod. As he sprinted from the room, he pulled his hood up to cover his head and looked at his feet as he ran. It was early, very early, and Max knew he wouldn't accidentally run over anyone, and, if he did, he didn't care. Sakura. Takashi. Fuck!Somehow, Max found himself on the stage, panting hard and looking out over the sea of empty chairs. He fiddled with his earbuds for a moment before placing them in his maroon-hood-covered ears and cranking the volume loud. He calmed down in an instant. Max threw himself to the ground, exhausted from running and thinking too much. He needed to clear his head, get some more sleep, something, and it was times like these that he wished he smoked just for something to do. The brunette boy's eyes fluttered closed as his breathing returned to normal. He laid back on the wooden floor, listening to the music and focusing on breathing. Max still wanted to scream -- and throw up what little I have in my stomach -- but he couldn't bring himself to do so. The email was still screaming in his head: Are you alright? Are you alright? Are you alright? Are you --? Max scrubbed a hand over his face, quietly muttering to himself. "Fuck you, Sakura. Fuck all of you." He couldn't cry, either. "Fuck."
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Post by Hanako on Aug 4, 2011 21:54:29 GMT -5
Crash!
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp.
The leather jacket Hanako had been using as a blanket slid off of her shoulders as she awoke to the sudden sounds. She lifted her legs that had been draped across the chair next to her to the floor. Her shoulders and back ached from the position she had been in all night and her head pounded. The opening bang of the doors and the heavy footsteps were not doing wonders for her either. "God, shut up," she growled under her breath.
She put a hand to her head in hopes that it would calm her headache only to find her long purple hair ratted up in tangles and knots. Her bloodshot eyes blinked away the blurs and adjusted to the darkness of the room. Hanako was hung over. She racked her brain trying to figure out why she had spent the night in a row of theater seats instead of in a comfy bed.
Oh. That's right. That night she had gone out, but didn't want to stay the night with the man she had been with (a reason that was not to clear to her at this moment) and had decided to go back to her dorm. Well she hadn't made it there, that much was obvious. Hanako shifted in her seat and tried to smooth out the wrinkles in her black jeans. But then her ears caught the sound of panting.
The chair creaked as Hanako got up from her seat and she curiously raised an eyebrow at the figure on the stage. So that's who woke her up. She smoothed out her lace top and draped her jacket over her arm as she made her way towards the stage. The steady click-clack of her heeled boots echoed through out the auditorium.
When she got on the stage the boy was muttering something to himself and placing a hand over his pained face. Hanako loomed over him. "Oi, dipshit. Ya' about to fucking drop dead or what?" she jeered. Her foot nudged him rather roughly in the side as she spoke to him.
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Post by Max on Aug 4, 2011 22:54:42 GMT -5
Max hissed and snapped his eyes open when something pointy jabbed into his side. He had a bruise there, too. When his eyes focused, Max found himself staring up a a purple-haired girl -- her mouth was moving, probably yelling at him, but Max couldn't hear a thing.
The corner's of his lips turned up in an amused smile.
He reached up and tugged an earbud out of his ear, the music spilling into the quiet room. The girl above him had stopped shouting, thankfully, and now she just looked pissed -- hot and pissed.
Without thinking about it -- pushing everything he had been thinking from his mind -- Max's smile turned into a smirk. There was a pretty girl above him.
"I did not hear a single word you just said," Max confessed, blinking at her. The few windows in the back of the auditorium were providing the only light -- which wasn't much -- and Max could have made the joke that the girl needed to get closer so he could see her better, but he kept the statement to himself.
The purple-haired girl was still staring down at him. Max had never seen her before, and he didn't imagine that he could ignore someone if they had hair like hers... Or, Max thought, his eyes traveling downwards, a body like hers.
His brain was still filled with thoughts of emails and Sakura and Takashi and Satsuki and home and his old school and --
Max wanted to scream, but he masked it like an expert, still looking at the girl. The sun was rising, illuminating the room almost completely. If he wanted to, Max could pull the girl down to sit by him and... well, probably not talk, but keep him company in one way or another.
He offered the girl a hand, trying to assess her reaction before she took it, and cocked his head to the side. "Sit, or something, quit standing over me like the Jolly fucking Purple-Haired Giant."
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Post by Hanako on Aug 5, 2011 9:25:30 GMT -5
The boy on the ground removed his hand from his face causing Hanako to give a light hum of approval. He had sharp features and almond shaped eyes. HIs hair matched his eyes in appearance- both were a light hazel and in disorder.
"I did not hear a single word you just said," he smiled cheekily up at her.
It pissed her off all the more. Hanako let out a little "tch", her eyes rolled, and she jabbed him in the side again. Never noticing the other's eyes roaming over her body because she was too busy taking in his. But to her disappointment there wasn't much to assess since he was covered up like a mormon school girl.
"Sit, or something, quit standing over me like the Jolly fucking Purple-Haired Giant."
Blue eyes snapped back to his face and narrowed. Her foot moved, but instead of kicking him in the side again it applied a light pressure to his crotch. "What an ass-tastic way of picking up girls, Casanova," Hanako sneered. She applied a bit more pressure before letting up. After all he was cute and she still needed to play around with him.
"Then you don't mind if I sit here?" she asked coyly. Hanako sat down next to his side both of their hips pressed against each other- innocent enough, but then she leaned over his chest. She placed her elbow next to his head and let her hand caress her face. Her other hand pushed her hair back over her shoulder causing the long locks to brush against the other's face. The free hand rested on his chest, but not for long. Her fingers began to walk across his breast and up his neck. "Now why," the smooth fingers traced his lips, "is wittle baby making a shitstorm so early?" The fingers had made it to the forehead and flicked him.
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Post by Max on Aug 5, 2011 11:26:21 GMT -5
The girl's eyes -- which had been somewhere else entirely -- snapped quickly to Max's face again after his statement. She looked angry, but Max didn't really care. He was angry, extremely so, and he was well known back at home for taking his anger out on others, but, this time, he felt a bit guilty for attempting to place it all on the girl above him.
His train of thought broke when the girl moved her foot again, this time further down. Max almost yelped -- her foot was on his dick and his sweatpants were providing very little shield from the pressure. Max's eyes narrowed up at her, she pressed harder.
"Then you don't mind if I sit here?" she asked, ignoring his offered hand -- which he dropped a second later -- and smiling like she had secret purposefully kept from him.
She sat down flush against his side -- their hips and thighs nearly overlapping -- and leaned across his chest, her elbow right next to his head. One hand touched her face lightly, the other flipping her hair back, tickling Max's cheeks.
Her hand moved to Max's chest, just above his heart -- which was probably about to beat out of his chest in some stupid mixture of anger and lust -- but for only a moment, before she moved it upwards. His heart sped up a little more.
The girl's fingers ghosted across his neck, the skin left behind her touch riddled with goosebumps and warm. "Now why," she traced his lips, and Max made no move to stop her. "is wittle baby making a shitstorm so early?" In a flash, her hand was hovering over his forehead, flicking him like she was scolding a child.
Not nice. Max thought, his brows furrowing. Being led on and then patronized. Sakura's face popped into his head, unwanted, and he willed it away hastily.
Max's smirk returned, his annoyance palpable. "I had a rough morning," he told her honestly, his left hand moving to wrap around the girl and rest on the small of her back. Fingers ghosting over a sliver of skin her shirt didn't quite cover. "Well, I'm having a rough morning, and you're not helping much."
His right hand copied his left, pulling the girl a little bit closer.
The boy knew he wasn't acting rationally in the moment, he did, but he wanted nothing more than to forget completely about the reason he had sprinted from his dorm to the safety of the stage so early in the morning. There was a pretty -- he may have said "beautiful" if she hadn't flicked him in the forehead -- girl pressing herself against him and, to Max, that seemed like a good enough distraction.
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Post by Hanako on Aug 5, 2011 13:10:23 GMT -5
Hanako watched the boy's reactions in mild amusement. Brows furrowed, a quick flash of something across his face, before it all disappeared and smirk formed. She gave a small shiver as she felt his warm hands creep around her back and touch her skin."Well, I'm having a rough morning, and you're not helping much." he replied to her. Hanako gave a tiny chuckle, "I could say the same."
His hands brought her closer to him and she adjusted her weight with the position. The hand that had been cradling her head was now on his, pushing his bangs back while her blue eyes examined his face more closely. Her other one rested on his abdomen and drew circles and patterns into the fabric of his hoodie. She leaned her head down, her lips lightly touched his earlobe as she began to speak again, "I could help a whole fucking lot, but since you say I'm doing a shitty job....I guess I'll just go now~" With that she broke away from his hands and sat up from her position. Hanako grabbed her jacket that had been tossed aside not too far away and casted a quick glance at the boy.
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Post by Max on Aug 5, 2011 14:42:36 GMT -5
The girl shivered at Max's touch, and she spoke quietly while Max pulled her towards him. She moved into him easily, shifting herself and moving her hands -- one now moving Max's hair off of his forehead while the other drew tiny patterns on his hoodie, just above the waistband of his sweatpants.
Max moved into the girl's touch, just a bit. It took a lot of his energy and focus to keep form letting his eyes close. They were innocent -- extremely so -- but felt amazing. The boy hummed quietly, his smirk leaving, being replaced with the ghost of a smile.
He had never been in this kind of situation -- willingly -- before. The light-haired boy had never once felt a soft, gentle, and, dare he say, almost intimate touch like this. At that moment, it was the best feeling in the world, the only thing he wanted to feel.
She leaned her head down slowly, her lips just barely touching his ear as she whispered. "I could help a whole fucking lot, but since you say I'm doing a shitty job..." A shudder ran through the boy -- from the top of his head down to his toes, and... elsewhere. His eyes finally drifted shut for a moment. "I guess I'll just go now."
Without giving Max a chance to respond properly -- though I have no idea what I proper response would have been to something like... that --, the girl pulled away from him and sat up. Max's eyes snapped open again, and he quickly propped himself on his elbows.
The girl glanced at him and she grabbed for her jacket. Max lunged forward -- on an impulse -- and trapped her wrist, refusing to let her stand up. Or leave.
"That's not what I meant," Max told her, his gaze moving to hers. "Don't... Don't go, okay?"
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Post by Hanako on Aug 5, 2011 15:44:20 GMT -5
Just as Hanako was going to up and leave she felt a tight grip around one of her wrists. She looked back over her shoulder to see that the boy was in a more sprawled out position than before and looking pathetic. His gaze may have been needy but he kept looking her straight in the eye. He was having more of a rough morning than Hanako thought. She felt a twinge of pity, but she contributed that to her hangover.
"That's not what I meant," he paused, "Don't...Don't go, okay?" Hanako blinked and dropped her jacket once more. A small smile flitted across her face and she turned to face him properly. "You are a douche, but a cute douche."
She broke her hand free from his grasp and leaned him back down onto his back gently. With a soft sigh she once again placed her hands on his chest to give her support, pushing her weight into them, and proceeded to mount him. Hanako towered over him, blocking the little light, and bent herself closer to him until her face was mere inches away from his.
"This is what you want, right?" she whispered.
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Post by Max on Aug 5, 2011 19:17:57 GMT -5
The purple-haired girl looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes searched his face for a moment before she dropped her jacket and turned to face Max once more. "You are a douche, but a cute douche."
Removing her wrist from Max's grip, she moved to lean down on him again, pushing the brunette boy on to his back and putting her hands on Max's chest again, fingers sprawled everywhere. Before Max could figure out what she was doing, the girl had swung her leg over him.
Max blinked up at her -- she had given me a hell of a view -- for a moment before moving hand hands to her hips again, his index fingers tracing the hem of her shirt. The boy had no clue what he was doing. It was almost as if he were on autopilot or someone else had taken control for him -- "No, you sit back, I drive this thing." -- and he was merely watching.
No, that wasn't it. Max knew what he was doing, he could feel it -- and shit, did it all feel amazing -- but he didn't know how he was doing it.
The girl leaned in close to him, shielding Max from the light behind her. She was only a few inches from his face. Max could see the deep blue parts of her eyes more clearly now, and now that she wasn't trying to read him like a book, he didn't mind staring for a moment.
"This is what you want, right?" she whispered.
I'm not sure what I want -- Max thought, still just... looking at the girl -- I'm not sure. His hands moved under the girl's shirt, pulling her all the more close to him. The boy said nothing, instead he raised his head up just enough to trap her lips under his.
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Post by Hanako on Aug 5, 2011 21:19:49 GMT -5
The boy's warm hands found their way to her back once more, but instead of just sitting there like they had last time, made their way up her shirt and brought her closer to his body. His head raised and he looked into Hanako's eyes not saying anything until he brought it up enough that their lips met.
Hanako grinned into the kiss and began to kiss back roughly. One hand snaked its way to the back of his head and played with the strands of hair at the base of his neck while the other traced the contours of his face. She broke away for a brief second for air before returning to his lips- this time bitting.
When her hands started to get bored they moved down the boy's chest. Hanako lifted herself just a bit to let her hands weave their way up his shirt and hoodie. Once again she broke away from the kiss to tug the clothing up over his head.
Her hands began to touch the male's torso everywhere. They caressed his chest and slid up and down the length of his side. One even found the crook of his back and slowly ran a finger down his spine.
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Post by Max on Aug 6, 2011 1:27:23 GMT -5
She kissed him back, rough and grinning. The girl moved her hands, one at the base of his neck with her fingers tangled in his hair, and the other moving along the edges of his cheeks. Max arched his back, pressing himself into her for only a moment before she pulled away again, leaving him panting and needy.
Though she was only gone for a second, to Max it felt like forever. When her lips touched his again -- biting and pulling at him -- the boy had to resist the urge to moan. Her hands danced down his chest, snaking under his hoodie, then his shirt and lifting up.
Pulling away again, the girl freed Max of his clothes, tossing them somewhere next to the two of them. Max shivered again as her hands moved, leaving little traces of scorched skin in their wake. His breathing picked up, and he pushed himself forward again to capture her lips.
Shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be able to do this. Can't. None of that stopped him, though. It did, however, remind him of the large, still-bluish bruise on the side she'd kicked him on. Oh. The boy's eyes closed again.
Her hands where everywhere, drawing circles and sending Max into a near frenzy. The light-haired boy had only kissed a few people in his life, but not like this, never like this. She moved a finger across Max's back and he squirmed, curling his toes and moving his hands to hold the girl in place on his lap.
More than anything in that moment, Max wanted this, wanted her, but he wasn't sure he could. He would psych himself out too much -- like he was doing now -- and end up leaving them both turned on and pissed. He trudged forward -- a brave trooper.
The boy moved his hands slowly up her back, tangling them in her hair and pulling her against him. If there was a way to be closer than they already were, Max wanted that.
He moved his hips up, pressing the lower half of his body to her's as well. Max gasped quietly at the friction he'd created -- don't. Don't do it -- and his eyes snapped open quickly, waiting for the girl's reaction. His sweats left nothing to the imagination... he only hoped she didn't look down.
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Post by Hanako on Aug 6, 2011 9:05:54 GMT -5
With their bodies pressed against each other Hanako could feel every squirm, shiver, and want from the boy below her. His hands went up her back and plunged into the tangles of purple making her hum against his lips pleasantly.
She planted a kiss on the side of his mouth and began to create a path of them along his jaw and down his neck. Her lips found a sweet spot in the crook of his neck and her teeth grazed the area before biting into it. Hanako kissed the spot a few times to wash away the pain with pleasure and continued her trail of kisses.
His hips bucked up at hers creating electricity for both of them. The boy let out a gasp and his eyes shot open. There was an obvious look of worry on his face. Hanako let out an airy laugh that tickled his belly button and her blue eyes locked with his hazel ones. She rolled her hips over his and pressed down.
"Is this your first time?" Her lips hovered over his stomach as she spoke. The smooth fingers danced across the waistband of his sweats, waltzing in and out.
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Post by Max on Aug 7, 2011 17:03:24 GMT -5
The girl above him let out a laugh, her eyes roaming his face again. Max had no idea what expression laid there, or what she could possibly be thinking about him in that moment. Their eyes locked for an eternity before the girl moved again and pressed down with her hips.
Max didn't want to admit it, but he may have whimpered. You can't do this, you know that right? The boy closed his eyes again, enjoying the feeling as long as he could. Can't do it. It hit him like a bag of bricks that the screaming behind his skull was right, as it often was, but Max didn't feel like stopping.
In that moment, that feeling was the best he had felt in months. He felt wanted, on some level, even if it was just to get the girl off. That didn't matter to him. His eyelids as a shield, Max saw again and again the look on Satsuki's face while he... did what he had done. Sudden flashes of his last night in the warehouse with them, he felt the other boy's hand gripping the top of his head and nearly screamed at how vivid everything was becoming. You can't do that.
"Is this you're first time?"
Shit. Cracking his eyes open just barely and looking down, Max noticed that the girl had moved. When? Her lips were right above the waistband of his sweatpants, her fingers moving in and out, snapping the elastic lightly against his skin.
The boy wanted to ask her if it was really that obvious. It probably was. Of course. Because everyone but him seemed to have to ability to read people like books. And if Max were being honest with himself, he would know that the only real skills he had were with his mouth -- "Practice makes perfect, Maxy!" He had deluded himself enough to believe that something like that would be a shocking discovery when he finally chose to accept it. Nothing inside him changed.
Max felt as if he were having an out-of-body-experience -- looking down on the boy and girl sprawled on the stage, clothes askew and bodies flushed. He drew in another quick breath, the chanting back in his mind -- stop. Stop. Stop! The brunette felt crazy, he felt like his brain was splitting down the middle -- one side of him cheering him on, the other telling him it was time to stop -- "Come on, Max, get up."
That had an adverse reaction.
He didn't want her to stop. The girl's touch was exactly what Max needed in that moment -- the only thing in the world that was helping him cope -- and he didn't want her to pull away. When she inevitably did -- whether this continued or not -- Max knew he would go back to the isolated and sick feeling he had had before this began.
That fucking email.
"If we're being technical," Max rasped, his eyes half-lidded again while her fingers continued to move around, lower and lower. "Yes." He tried to move himself to sit up, but his body wouldn't let him, his arms and neck tied to the wood below him. Good. Excuses are good. Max's hands ran down her thighs, resting on her knees. "And you don't have to take pity on me," Max told her, his eyes dropped completely closed again. "I probably wouldn't be that good, anyway."
A self-deprecating smirk flitted onto his face, his entire mindset shifting yet again. If Max had been in her position, he would have left by now, mumbling under his breath about how truly fucking stupid the other person was being. Instead, he pushed himself off of the ground and kissed her again -- full of finality, telling her it could end here, just don't leave yet.
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Post by Hanako on Aug 7, 2011 19:15:01 GMT -5
"If we're being technical, yes," he rasped, "And you don't have to take pity on me." Hanako raised an eyebrow at the first sentence. But pursuing that line of thought became null when her head gave one painful throb and her stomach raged against her insides. The consequences of last night that had been kept at bay by their activity was now coming back full force.
"Pity? Like I damn would," Hanako replied dryly. Her fingers danced around faster becoming impatient. Just as they had hooked around the elastic band of his pants ready to pull them off, the boy caught her off guard.
"I probably wouldn't be that good, anyway," he said with the closing of his eyes. "Wouldn't? Are you saying you don't want me to pop your damn cherry? What an insult," she hissed. If he continued on the conversation with the cliché I'm-waiting-for-that-special-someone response then Hanako really would throw up. But instead he sat up and kissed her.
Pissed would be an understatement of how Hanako was feeling right now. He had just hinted that he didn't want to continue with the way things were going and then kissed her. Fucking kissed her. She could tell there was something different in this kiss- probably something dealing with his previous hint-, but fuck his hands had traveled down her back, across her thighs, and landed on her knees. And hadn't he just been panting and whimpering at her a few moments before too?
Hanako didn't want to rape the boy, but these mixed signals weren't helping her with her already shitty thinking process. She bit harshly at his lips in frustration and tore away from him.
Her fingers ran through her hair and her eyes glared daggers at him. The douche in front of her had insulted her, come onto her (granted she had come onto him first, but that's beside the point), and was now stopping- taking the control of the situation from her. Hanako was not comfortable with that in the slightest.
"Shit, you better make up for this. Got it?"
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Post by Max on Aug 8, 2011 17:33:00 GMT -5
"Wouldn't?" she hissed, stilling herself and leaving the band of Max's sweats alone for a moment. "Are you saying you don't want me to pop your damn cherry? What an insult." That's not what I said. Max could tell she was angry, maybe more annoyed than anything -- which made her all the more attractive -- but he was still caught in the middle of the furious battle between the 'want to' and 'shouldn't' sides of his consciousness.
Everything was a shade of grey for him, so why was this what caused Max to second guess his actions? The girl above him had said she wasn't pitying him, but, for some discernible reason, Max felt like she was lying to him. It was stupid -- she doesn't have a reason to lie --, but, leaning back on his elbows again after kissing her, Max started to get the vibe that she would do what she deemed necessary to get what she wanted.
Just like me.
She had bit him hard when he had kissed her, drawing out a tiny droplet of blood. Max's lips twitched, a smiled threatening to show itself, as his tongue darted out to catch the liquid. He winced a bit, the taste of blood -- usually mine -- overly familiar in his mouth. Max's stomach churned, and it took nearly everything he had to not to vomit right then and there.
The brunette swayed lightly, his grip on the girl's knee's tightening. His eyes traveled up to her face, bracing himself for the poison in her eyes. The purple-haired girl was obviously extremely annoyed with him now, and Max would have apologized had he not begun to feel like shit again. She ran her fingers through her hair.
"Shit, you better make up for this. Got it?" she said, sounding a bit more disappointed than Max would have originally believed she would be.
He could feel the moisture on his brow and back turn cold. It was now or probably never again -- actually, Max had been in a position like this before, he could tell that it was more than likely now and probably never again. The teen had managed to quiet the horrible thoughts that were circulating in his brain enough to form coherent sentences. For the most part.
"I didn't say that I didn't want you to," he pushed himself up for the third time, arms propelling him forward until he was only a few centimeters from her face. His eyes danced from her lips, her shoulders, her eyes, and back. The boy kissed her again, one hand maneuvering up to cup the side of her face. "I said I wouldn't be any good."
Though the brunette was still undecided about actually giving in and having a little fun on his own terms for once, he let his mind take a break, focusing on the song still playing from somewhere in his tangled mess of shirts. He knew the words well, despite not being able to hear them very clearly. The sudden urge to sing along -- badly -- flitted through him. This combination, this odd, surprising combination of feelings had Max close to grinning. His brain on a coffee break, following what his hands and heart wanted to to, a pretty girl kissing him... he felt alright, for the first time in a very long time.
"But I don't really care right now," he tacked on a moment later, his hands moving again up, up, up her legs tickling the exposed skin above her hips, finally resting on her sides below her breasts. "So, sorry in advanced," he tilted his head a bit, smiling softly, though almost devilishly. "But I'll leave whether we stop or not up to you."
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