unfair.

Sitting on his lap, trying to get him to come dance with me.
Shoes kicked to the side somewhere near us on the floor.
Dress rising up from the friction against his jeans.
Beer in hand, getting lighter and lighter.
Hand in his hair, head on his shoulder, hand sliding to my hips, to my waist, to my legs.
Lowering ourselves to the floor, my legs right next to his, my hips above, circling over his.
Perfectly in sync, moving smoothly together with a slight sex appeal.
Back to the chair, moving in slowly, taking my time to make my move.
Till I find out, he's not mine to take.
If he didn't matter, neither would she. I care far to much to ruin something like that.
But none of it mattered after the party.

We laid in the dark on the bed with Angel laying next to us, half awake. Zoning in and out.
They knew about Chris, we were making fun of him after I told them everything that happened.

We laid there whispering, looking at each other. So deep.
Rolling back and forth, like it was a wrestling game. Playfully biting, whoever bit the other got a point. ( I still say I won :] )
He pulled me in closer, and closer with each roll.
He tried to bite me, i licked his nose.
He buried his face in the blanket we had our heads on and laughed.

He pulled me in so close our faces we millimeters apart, so close that our lips grazed.
It took everything in me not to graze back and kiss him right then, just like that.
And again, he tried to bite me.
He knew how I played, that didn't stop him. I could feel it, he wanted it just as bad as I did.
I told him I'd play dirty, that I didn't care. He wanted me to show him.

I licked his lips, on so delicately. He leaned in that last millimeter and our lips touched.
Pressing into each other, body against body. Completely, against each other.
Criminally intertwined.
I could feel the edges of our lips curl into smiles.
Stupidly, I pushed back looking at him stunned. I know he knew why, there was no question in our minds other than "what the fuck, just happened?"

I kissed him again anyway, I couldn't stop myself it was like my body just pushed my mind out of the way and listened to my heart.
Like I needed to feel him. Just kissing him, our lips only pressed together.
My whole body was electrified. Every molecule of me was alive and feeling this kiss.
Everything I'd been craving for so long, I felt it.
Stopped again, he didn't want to stop. We knew what we were doing was wrong.
But no one is dumb enough to stop a crime of passion.

We wanted this. He wanted this.
He cared about me, he wanted me to feel everything he saw in me.
Despite the consequence.

I don't know if it was for me or him, to be constantly reassured if I was okay.
I couldn't tell if he was secretly asking himself, didn't matter.
We didn't stop, we couldn't stop.
So engrossed in how amazing it felt to know what we wanted so bad for as long as we've wanted it.

My heart squeezed, like a rope of emotions were tied around it. Wrapping tighter and tighter with every touch of our lips, our hands.
The look in his eyes sending shivers across my body as his hands flew all over my body, from my legs to my stomach, and my face.
How we laid there in dead silence, how he held my hand, how he looked at me.
How I felt so much love, more love than I have in my life.
So much love.