Territory Issues

She couldn't contain her excitement. This was like her wildest fantasies come to life. All at once, too.
She met him off the train, showing him what she knew of the city on their way back, feeling his presence right there next to her. It was surreal.
She introduced him to the staff and saw her mother settle him into the room next door. She blinked a hundred times, just to make sure that this was really happening and that she wasn't dreaming. "Come see the outside."
They walked into the garden, shivering slightly in the cool air.
"I cannot believe you're here.."
He looked at her and smiled "Me neither. And in the room right next to yours."
She grinned up at him "So do you plan on entertaining visitors after hours, sir?"
"Yes, of course. I've already been to these famous kothis and booked my wares."
"Eww.. They're icky. I'll get you an alternative. And you won't have to pay, even."
She looked at him, she couldn't believe he was here.
They got through dinner, the parents and sister making conversation where the two of them lacked the ability to. They played a game of taboo, chilled with the family, and eventually, yawning and stretching, they all retired to their respective rooms.
She waited till the snores from her parents' room were loud enough to be real and then texted to find if he was awake. It was very believable that he'd be asleep, exhausted by the trip and the day and... He was awake. Softly, she slipped out of her bed and crept over to the connecting door. The lock slid open and she was in.
They locked the doors, covered the windows and clung together.
"I can't believe you're here. I can't believe we're here.."
"I know, I know.."
She reached for his face, running her hand over his cheek and pulling his head down so she could finally get that kiss she'd been dying to get.
"Listen.."
He looked at her. "I've always wanted to know what it would be like to do this in the winter.."
He laughed at her "It's still not winter, you know"
"Tch, yeah, I know... But it's cold.."
He pulled her top off "And now it's colder.."
She smiled and returned the favour, savouring the warmth of his body, the warmth of his arms around her.
They retired to the makeshift bed on the ground, driven there by a creaking bed and the cold air.
As he maneuvered into place, she suppressed a moan. It had been weeks. Okay, maybe ONE week. But it was never enough, this.
He moved rhythmically, swiftly, both of them getting frenzied towards the end. As they lay together on the ground, covered by the blanket, she kissed any part of him that she could reach.
"Hah, you're on my turf now, boy. Doomed to do as I ask.."
He tickled her mercilessly for that one. And then settled down to running his hands along her torso, causing ripples of goosebumps to run along her, like the ripples that ran through him every time she ran her freezing fingers along the nape of his neck.
She snuck back to her bed as her parents awoke and fell asleep, cuddled inside her blankets; she could feel the smug glow around her like another layer of bedclothes.

Goodbye Till Tomorrow

There was urgency. It wasn’t time, this time. They had plenty of that; the whole day, in fact. They were lucky this time. But it was just that it had been too damn long and it promised to be a long time coming in the future.

“You’re sure…?”

“Mm-hmm…”

The house was empty till dinnertime. It was just plain luck. She reached down and her fingers grazed the wooden plank his bed lay on.

His breath on her neck tickled, but she was so intent on his nearness that it didn’t even register the way it would have otherwise. She sighed in contentment mingled with desire. It sounded tacky, but this really was what she felt. She wanted him never to stop, but she wanted him at the same time. So badly, the yanking need in the pit of her stomach was getting hard to ignore.

“Wait, you mind if we… I really, really want…”

She felt terrible for saying it, but the feeling of his skin on hers, the presence near her leg, the painful want were all a tad much for her self control. Besides, he was leaving tomorrow. She needed him now.

Mm… So good, SO good this felt.

She watched as he prepared himself, leaned down and kissed him, and then they turned over. She gasped as he entered. Oh GOD, so good. She held on to him almost for dear life. “Stay like that for a sec? If you don’t mi--” His lips cut her off and she kissed him back, relishing every moment, knowing that these memories would return and kick her in the gut when she was away.

Slowly, as he began moving, she sighed and moaned together. He was so close, so warm, his sweat was attractive. She couldn’t believe how well they fit together; she didn’t want to move apart. He moved faster and faster, gasping slightly. She felt the pressure herself, the desperate stretching, the hand she held gripped hers harder and harder, till he finally stilled.

She almost grabbed at him as he left to clean up. It was torture to wait for him to return, but eventually, the door opened and he came back and lay down.

She snuggled into his warm arms, savouring the feel of his hands all over her body. She loved to have his hands roaming her like this, she felt so cared for, so protected, so wanted. And she wanted him despite the events of the recent past. It was insane, this insatiable need.

Her hands floated over his face, his neck, his smooth, smooth back. She loved how his back felt under her hands, she loved to smooth her hands down his sides, loved the little hollow between his upper and lower back. She loved his scent; there were times that just that little whiff was enough to set her off. She lifted herself off her side and moved lower down, kissing her way along, experimentally flicking her tongue in and out. She reached her target, enjoying how the taste retained the memory of their recent interaction. “I’m sorry you’ve to taste plastic…”

She grinned, “Hey, small price to pay for the rest of this package.”

He reached down and brought her higher so his lips could reach hers. She clung to him like there would be no tomorrow, hands roaming everywhere she could reach. All they could hear in his room was the fan and the odd moans she couldn’t stop. He moved to her neck, collarbone, biting, licking, kissing, and teasing her. He let his weight pin her down and breathed at her neck, hands at her sides. Helpless, she felt every ticklish sensation and writhed in a fit of giggles, half-heartedly pushing him away. He raised his face to grin at her panting, flushed, sweating face “Evil boy.” She whispered at him. He replied, kissing her hard.

Slowly, he floated lower, sucking and kissing and biting till he reached his destination and she gasped. Oh man. It was her turn to grip his hand in mindless expression of the sensations he inspired. There went the want again, prodding, prompting, driving her to tug at his hand reluctantly, until they combined their rhythms again, moving slower this time, as she unconfidently rocked or raised and lowered herself, his nails tracing patterns down her back till his urgency got him to hold her close and take matters into his own capable hands as she felt her hair getting damper and damper, and they finally rolled off each other. He headed for the bathroom after a parting, lingering kiss.

She lay back, still feeling his arms around her, still feeling the rhythm, craving his nearness again. He returned, and this time they lay there, intertwined, just being together.

“I’m going to miss you.”

It was always her who said it first. “So much…” He was good with the voice modulation. She loved it when he said it like that; there wasn’t much she didn’t like about him, now that you come to it. But his wonderful voice, it made her melt.

She hugged him closer, feeling the pressure of his arms in reply.

“I’m so lucky.”