Strange & Beautiful
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Original - Misc › -Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,985
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Strange & Beautiful
Strange & Beautiful
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It was so warm that night. The kind of warm that makes you think the sun never went down and it wasn't really time for sleep. She had her arms and legs spread across the sheets of her bed. The window above her was wide open and the fan in the corner was on its fastest speed, but still only managed to circulate the heat throughout the room. Her chest rose and then fell in a heavy sigh, annoyed that without even doing anything she felt sticky. Her eyes opened and she stared at the blank ceiling, until a familiar buzz on the pillow beside her gave her a start.
The phone was quickly flipped open, her fingers flying across the buttons while the blue glow of the screen illuminated her anxious face. She smiled; it was him. Even in the latest hour he was still reminding her that he was there, thinking about her, missing her, wishing he was next to her. Her reply, though well thought out, was quick. The phone was shut and set back on the pillow beside her, and then she forced herself to sleep, despite the nagging heat of that warm summer night.
"Who are you waiting for?"
She looked up to see her next door neighbor watching her with a perplexed expression, an expression she immediately matched.
"What do you mean?" She replied.
"You have been on that porch since this morning, Krissy." The neighbor said. "It's so humid today, so I don't know how you can stand it. Then you're just staring off into nothing."
"I'm waiting for something," she said simply, then turned her eyes back to watch the road. Her neighbor shrugged and went about his business, chalking it up to her just being a strange girl. When the sun hit the middle of the sky, she wandered back into the house for a small lunch, but kept her ears pricked for any visitors that might have crept up the porch steps in her absence. Eventually she found her way back to the porch swing, sitting quietly as each hour ticked away on her watch while the air remained warm but the humidity faded away.
As it neared early sunset she grew restless, slipping into her flip flops and sauntering down the porch steps. She walked the neighborhood sidewalk, passing house after house until the turn in to the golf course was in clear sight. It always puzzled her why there even was one there in the first place, but maybe it was because she never liked the game anyway. Walking through the few carts still parked in their designated spots, she found her desired sitting place on a bench facing the fairway. It was nearing dusk now and the sky was a deep orange with no cloud in sight.
He saw her walking down the sidewalk as he drove towards the address scribbled hastily on the paper in his hand. The car was turned off the moment it was in her driveway, its driver-side door thrown open and slammed shut in a hurry to go after the girl. It was a short jog to where she still sat, alone and undisturbed, lost in a day dream. The boy was clueless as to what to say to her. Should he call out her name? Walk up behind her? Sit down beside her? He stood there, barely 20 feet from her, helpless as to what he should do. He saw her begin to stand up and he panicked. Without hesitation he called out for her.
"Kristina!"
Her brows furrowed and she turned slowly, expecting to see a friend or family member that had come looking for her. But it was neither. It was him.
They stood there facing each other, speechless, both wondering if what was happening was real. She felt a smile spread across her lips and then she was running to him, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his tightly. She never wanted to let go of this boy for fear that if she did, he wouldn't be there when she opened her eyes.
"God, give me those," she heard him say above her. His hands were on her cheeks and then his mouth was on her mouth, kissing her with the same desperation she had when she embraced him. Kristina pulled back with a slight gasp of breath, but remained close to him, her lips resting against his chin.
"This can't be real." She whispered next to his jaw, before braving a look up into his eyes. She regretted the move the moment she felt her face grow hot, trying to calm herself when the lips that were against her cheek spread into a smirk.
"It's too good not to be, Kristina." He whispered back.
The girl was in a giddy daze when they both wandered back to her home, hand in hand, with frequent stops for kissing and laughing and playing. The same sticky feeling she felt the night before came back when they entered the house and she looked towards him with a sheepish expression.
"I was…going to take a shower," she told him quietly, her head inclined towards the hallway.
"You mean 'we're'," he corrected her. She was laughing the moment his hands found her waist, pulling both of them towards the bathroom. The pipes shuddered as the water spurted from the showerhead and after a brief disagreement on just who was going to get undressed first, their clothes ended up in a jumbled pile at the same time. She watched him carefully as they both stood under the hot downpour, unsure of just what she should do.
When his lips came against hers, it was soft and tender, and she dared to let the tip of her tongue run across his lower lip. She felt those lips everywhere. On her shoulders, the underside of her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. Kristina held onto him desperately, cherishing every touch he gave her as if it were the last she would ever receive.
They dried each other off, but remained unclothed as she led him to her bedroom; it held the same warmth as the night before. He pushed her onto the bed, her head nestled against the pillows when he climbed on top of her, his fingers sliding onto her open palms before intertwining with hers.
"I'm all yours," she said with a smile, glad that in the darkness of her room he couldn't see how pink her cheeks were. He laughed, his forehead falling against hers while the tips of their noses rubbed against each other.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He whispered against her parted lips, a lazy smile claiming his own. "Kristina."
That voice with her name was like an electric shock through her entire body and her face showed it. Her hips arched into his and she kissed him, her teeth tugging on his lower lip before sucking it back between her own. She moved to kiss the tip of his nose and then his forehead, before she found him nestling his face into the nape of her neck. The girl smiled, slipping her fingers into his hair and dragging the nails slowly across his scalp.
"Neither would I…Tim."
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Author's Notes: I wrote this for you, thinking about you, about what I wanted to do with you, how I would feel when I was around you. You were the inspiration. No one else. Only you.
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It was so warm that night. The kind of warm that makes you think the sun never went down and it wasn't really time for sleep. She had her arms and legs spread across the sheets of her bed. The window above her was wide open and the fan in the corner was on its fastest speed, but still only managed to circulate the heat throughout the room. Her chest rose and then fell in a heavy sigh, annoyed that without even doing anything she felt sticky. Her eyes opened and she stared at the blank ceiling, until a familiar buzz on the pillow beside her gave her a start.
The phone was quickly flipped open, her fingers flying across the buttons while the blue glow of the screen illuminated her anxious face. She smiled; it was him. Even in the latest hour he was still reminding her that he was there, thinking about her, missing her, wishing he was next to her. Her reply, though well thought out, was quick. The phone was shut and set back on the pillow beside her, and then she forced herself to sleep, despite the nagging heat of that warm summer night.
"Who are you waiting for?"
She looked up to see her next door neighbor watching her with a perplexed expression, an expression she immediately matched.
"What do you mean?" She replied.
"You have been on that porch since this morning, Krissy." The neighbor said. "It's so humid today, so I don't know how you can stand it. Then you're just staring off into nothing."
"I'm waiting for something," she said simply, then turned her eyes back to watch the road. Her neighbor shrugged and went about his business, chalking it up to her just being a strange girl. When the sun hit the middle of the sky, she wandered back into the house for a small lunch, but kept her ears pricked for any visitors that might have crept up the porch steps in her absence. Eventually she found her way back to the porch swing, sitting quietly as each hour ticked away on her watch while the air remained warm but the humidity faded away.
As it neared early sunset she grew restless, slipping into her flip flops and sauntering down the porch steps. She walked the neighborhood sidewalk, passing house after house until the turn in to the golf course was in clear sight. It always puzzled her why there even was one there in the first place, but maybe it was because she never liked the game anyway. Walking through the few carts still parked in their designated spots, she found her desired sitting place on a bench facing the fairway. It was nearing dusk now and the sky was a deep orange with no cloud in sight.
He saw her walking down the sidewalk as he drove towards the address scribbled hastily on the paper in his hand. The car was turned off the moment it was in her driveway, its driver-side door thrown open and slammed shut in a hurry to go after the girl. It was a short jog to where she still sat, alone and undisturbed, lost in a day dream. The boy was clueless as to what to say to her. Should he call out her name? Walk up behind her? Sit down beside her? He stood there, barely 20 feet from her, helpless as to what he should do. He saw her begin to stand up and he panicked. Without hesitation he called out for her.
"Kristina!"
Her brows furrowed and she turned slowly, expecting to see a friend or family member that had come looking for her. But it was neither. It was him.
They stood there facing each other, speechless, both wondering if what was happening was real. She felt a smile spread across her lips and then she was running to him, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his tightly. She never wanted to let go of this boy for fear that if she did, he wouldn't be there when she opened her eyes.
"God, give me those," she heard him say above her. His hands were on her cheeks and then his mouth was on her mouth, kissing her with the same desperation she had when she embraced him. Kristina pulled back with a slight gasp of breath, but remained close to him, her lips resting against his chin.
"This can't be real." She whispered next to his jaw, before braving a look up into his eyes. She regretted the move the moment she felt her face grow hot, trying to calm herself when the lips that were against her cheek spread into a smirk.
"It's too good not to be, Kristina." He whispered back.
The girl was in a giddy daze when they both wandered back to her home, hand in hand, with frequent stops for kissing and laughing and playing. The same sticky feeling she felt the night before came back when they entered the house and she looked towards him with a sheepish expression.
"I was…going to take a shower," she told him quietly, her head inclined towards the hallway.
"You mean 'we're'," he corrected her. She was laughing the moment his hands found her waist, pulling both of them towards the bathroom. The pipes shuddered as the water spurted from the showerhead and after a brief disagreement on just who was going to get undressed first, their clothes ended up in a jumbled pile at the same time. She watched him carefully as they both stood under the hot downpour, unsure of just what she should do.
When his lips came against hers, it was soft and tender, and she dared to let the tip of her tongue run across his lower lip. She felt those lips everywhere. On her shoulders, the underside of her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. Kristina held onto him desperately, cherishing every touch he gave her as if it were the last she would ever receive.
They dried each other off, but remained unclothed as she led him to her bedroom; it held the same warmth as the night before. He pushed her onto the bed, her head nestled against the pillows when he climbed on top of her, his fingers sliding onto her open palms before intertwining with hers.
"I'm all yours," she said with a smile, glad that in the darkness of her room he couldn't see how pink her cheeks were. He laughed, his forehead falling against hers while the tips of their noses rubbed against each other.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He whispered against her parted lips, a lazy smile claiming his own. "Kristina."
That voice with her name was like an electric shock through her entire body and her face showed it. Her hips arched into his and she kissed him, her teeth tugging on his lower lip before sucking it back between her own. She moved to kiss the tip of his nose and then his forehead, before she found him nestling his face into the nape of her neck. The girl smiled, slipping her fingers into his hair and dragging the nails slowly across his scalp.
"Neither would I…Tim."
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Author's Notes: I wrote this for you, thinking about you, about what I wanted to do with you, how I would feel when I was around you. You were the inspiration. No one else. Only you.