Originally, this is the scene that started Zürich and I figured you guys would want to see what it would lead up to.
Scene:
Tawny was drunk. That was the only thing I could think of that would warrant her being all over me in public. Most of the time, she avoided contact with me, refusing to so much as look me in the eye, let alone try and fondle me.
Now she was slippery as an eel, trying to touch me in inappropriate places, and making it damn near impossible to bring her to the bedroom. I carefully lead her to the bed, her loud breathing harsh in my ear. She giggled some and moved on the bed when I released her. She bounced slightly before she laid down, her long legs falling off the side.
Her blue eyes were hazy from the drinks she'd had, and she pulled me down next to her, before kissing me. She tasted sweet, like always, but bitter with the drinks and some foreign feel as her tongue pressed into my mouth. It was chalky and thick, and invaded every corner of my mouth. I bit her tongue, the sharp taste of blood welling in both of our mouths. I pushed away from her, trying to wiggle out of her grasp. I failed.
She continued to giggle, saying, “What? You don't like me?” She didn't wait for an answer as she grabbed me again, and even in her inebriated state her strength was greater than mine. She pulled me again, so our faces were level. A small line of red edged onto her lips and she licked it away, slowly and seductively. I dry-swallowed and said, “Don't.”
“Don't what, Zürich?” She asked her rich voice soft. Her mouth radiated heat next to my own, and the heat from her breaths barely brushed my mouth as she breathed from her gorgeous lips. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something that might encourage her. Denying her this after everything else that I had given her was not holding out well. She met my eyes again, her eyes shiny like the river rocks I'd skipped with Nina, and moved her hands from my shirt to my cheeks, holding me there. I watched the column of her throat shift before she said, “Please, Zürich, can we do this just once before I go? I'm going to go to college and you'll be a thousand miles away and I need this one thing from you.”
I clenched my teeth and tried to ignore the desperateness in her hands and eyes, searching for a way to say no. I tried to imagine anything else and I could only come up with Nina holding my hand, and kissing my cheek. I closed my eyes, put my hands on her wrists and squeezed her pressure points. The other girl let go, cradling them to her chest. I stood up straight and said, “I can't do that Tawny. There's a girl waiting for me that won't abandon me every time her reputation is in danger and I need to go to her before I screw that up too.” I exited the room and left the house, the party even more rowdy than before. I walked, and then I ran all the way.
I was panting and bent double when I got there, and I quickly thought about how to get her to see me. Her voice, soft and confiding, in my ear repeated, “I've always thought it'd be romantic and cute for someone to throw rocks or some shit at my window. It's real dorky, I know, but it's the thought that counts.”
My aim sucked ass, but I was still willing to try. I grabbed some of the gravel and pitched them to her window. The soft plinking noise sounded loud to me and I waited anxiously for her. The light went on and I threw some more, praying for her to hurry up. The curtains parted, the window opened, and Nina looked out sleepily. Her eyes were half-lidded and I could practically sense how tired she was. Her sleeping shirt was wrinkled and creased in places, her arms out in the cool air.
“Nina!” I hissed. Her dark eyes looked down at me and she frowned, “I thought you were going to Tawny's party?”
I shook my head, “I need to talk to you.”
She raised an eyebrow and pointed to the ivy on the wall heading to her sill. I climbed up quickly, entered her warm-colored room and sat next to her on the bed. From one bedroom to another, I thought.
“So what'd you come over for?” Nina asked, “Because you've been ready for that party forever.”
“They're about to have a puking contest,” I said. It was actually true; Brandon Wilks and Brody Gross were starting one now on the front lawn.
She rolled her eyes said, “No really, what's going on?”
I swallowed and said, “I couldn't figure out what to do.”
“About?” Nina encouraged.
I finally blurted out everything up until the bedroom incident and said, “I mean, we've kissed before and all, but she wanted to go farther than that. I don't think that I could ever do that with her.”
Nina hit me hard on my arm. “Moron! You've been talking about her since I met you and you haven't stopped yet!”
I rubbed my arm and said, “I know, but it's different. I was ready to do it but when she tried to all I could think about was you.”
She stared at me and said, blinking, “What?”
I took a deep breath, “I could only think about you when she tried to kiss me.”
Nina stared at me and then hit me again, “Stop bsing, you just didn't have the balls.”
I didn't bother trying to say anything else.
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