So this is a few chapters into the story I'm writing, I just wanted to put this up because it's written in a different style than the rest of my book, and I'm not good at writing about this kind of thing. Read the spoiler at the bottom if you want (:
To understand this chapter, i guess you have to know that Tobey is a 17 year old boy, who has been living dead for 70 odd years, dreaming about Adelaide... who he meets and inevitably they fall in love. But he can't age, so they think their future is destined to fail. However he's just realised he thinks he might be ageing... read on.
Tobey
She stood up.
'Do you have any champagne Tobey? We're celebrating. And by the way, you're eyes are red.' She smiled mischievously. And indeed they were, I blushed furiously as I found a bottle of Bucks fizz my landlord had given me at christmas, I hate drinking alone.
I looked over to where Adelaide stood on a chair, fishing two wine glasses out of the top cupboard. Her legs were tensed slightly, balancing on the unsteady chair, and I noticed how perfectly defined her thighs and calves were.
I stared at her gorgeous body, saw how her tiny waist curved in just above her rounded hips, then bloomed back out with her rounded breasts. Most skinny girls were just skin and bones, but Adelaide had everything. The perfect hourglass figure. I felt my eyes burn up as the want coursed through my veins, she was so beautiful.
Her skirt swayed as she tried to get down without dropping the two glasses. She turned around and saw me staring at her, she blushed and looked away, the reddish tint in her cheeks just adding to her beauty.
'Here, let me help you down.' I walked over to her, and ran my hand up her leg. Tremors ran up her spine, and I picked her up in both arms. I grabbed the bottle of the table, and carried her petite body up the stairs.
Two months we've been together, every time we've seen each other we're kissed, sometimes for hours, but although every night I dream of kissing her stomach, we're never gone any further than kissing. I told myself it was wrong, because I would always be so much older than her in real years, and yet if my body was never going to grow any older then I could never give her the future she deserves.
That's changed.
Adelaide
I noticed exactly where his hands were on my body, supporting me in places he never usually touched, felt the heat rushing through my veins, as he carried me into his bedroom.
He lay me down on the bed, and turned straight away to pour us drinks. I stared at his back, loving the way I knew how his eyes would be flames of passion when he turned to face me.
We hadn't gone any further than kissing, he told me he thought we should wait. I didn't want to wait. I was scared that maybe he didn't actually want to do anything with me, that maybe he didn't find my body attractive, or maybe he just didn't trust himself. But now there's no way he can hurt me.
I lay there on the bed, tremors running up and down my body, when he handed me my drink, I downed it immediately and put it on the side table out of the way. He followed suit.
He lay down gently on top of my waiting body, supporting his weight so as not to crush me, and gently stroked down the side of my face. His fingers left burning trails of want where they passed. His eyes were redder than I'd ever seen them before, I turned my cheek into his hand and shut my eyes, a heated ball rising in my stomach.
Burying his face into my chest, kissing me, biting me, he sighed as I ran my hands over his tensed shoulders. His hands ran up and down my body, undoing buttons, stroking my stomach, I arched my body off the bed as he pulled my vest off over my head. He lay his head on chest, where it rose and fell in time with my quickened breathing. He rose back up quickly and kissed me on the lips, telling me to carry on. My shaking hands slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, then reached up to kiss and stroke the beautifully carved sixpack. His hands were running further down my shaking body, until they slipped beneath the waistband of my skirt, and I felt his trembling fingers struggle to undo the zip to get it off. I stayed still. My heart racing at one hundred beats a minute, I've waited for this moment for so long.
My breathing quickened yet more as he slipped his cool fingers underneath my tights, his cold hands leaving burning trails behind them. I moaned out 'I love you' as he kissed down my legs, following the trails his fingers had left.
'Wait.'His voice came out in a hesitant whisper. I lay there trembling with anticipation, joy, love, as he stood back up and removed his jeans. I held back a laugh as he searched his bottom drawer for a condom.
He told me he loved me as our hearts beat as one, our temperature rising, our breathing became ragged. 'What a great way to celebrate' I thought, as I gave away my mind, and was overwhelmed by the wants of my body.
Haha there it was, Now I don't normally write stuff like that, but this book needed it, but seeing as I really don't have a clue what I was on about, any help would be appreciated.
