forum In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Holy SHIT! Holy— okay, oh my god. Okay.Juliet kissed me back. Like really well. Really super well. Did I say she kissed me back already? Movie ends here. The end. Bye, I’m dead.

So maybe I wasn’t having the most intelligent thoughts, but can you blame me? It’s Juliet! Her lips are soft, but I can feel the part of her bottom lip that she bites, it’s a little rougher than the rest. I’ve been waiting for this for… I don’t even know. I can’t breathe! Literally! I don’t think it’s necessary if I’m being totally honest. The way this felt was too good to lose. I improvised, taking shuttering gasps in between kisses.

And then I realized I could kiss other places besides her lips.

Her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. Everything felt new and incredible and did I happen to tell you that Juliet is kissing me back? Did I mention that? I can tell you again if you want?

My skin burned as his soft mouth blazed trails down my jaw, down my neck, hovering just above my collarbone. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but stifle the tiny gasps that threatened to slip from between my lips. At some point which I couldn't remember, I'd ended up in his lap, my legs wrapped around his middle as a wildfire tore through my chest and blew the last of my composure to bits.

"Romeo," I breathed, his name like honey on my tongue. My fingers tightened their grip around his hair, pulling his head closer, pressing his mouth harder into the crook of my neck. His touch was like magic, like Lethe, washing my mind clean, wiping my memories blank of every other boy who'd ever touched me. "Mi Dio, mi stai facendo impazzire…"

Juliet was all over me. Her hands in my hair left me dizzy and shaking. I thrived off the feeling. Sheer and pure bliss coursing every time she tugged at a strand of my hair. Then she said my name. Breathed it out like it was something sacred. I swear to the heavens above that this was the first time someone had truly said my name. She was speaking in Italian and I… I couldn’t even speak. I only wanted her closer. So I pulled her closer, biting down on her lip when the pain from the my left arm started to overcome the power she held over me.

I felt reborn, birthed anew from the scattered ashes of devastation that my father had left behind. I felt alive, buzzing with energy and adrenaline, a warm glow having seeped to every piece of me, every part of my body. All because of him.

Finally, I drew in a deep, shuddering breath, my body relaxing against his, shoulders rising and falling as I panted softly. I tugged my bottom lip out from his mouth, hands trembling violently by the time I had removed them from his hair and placed them on the underside of his jaw, tilting his face up. The realization struck me then—his eyes were beautiful. ‘Hazel’ wasn’t nearly a good enough word to do them justice, they were like nuggets of gold, fragments of the sun. A quiet gasp parted my lips.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as Juliet pulled away, but it was quickly soothed once I realized she was still sitting on my lap. Her shaky hands grazing my jaw, sending shivers down my spine as she guided my face upwards. But what was the most stunning was the way she was looking at me. Her eyes, were like the forest at dawn. The deep brown bark of cedar trees with streaks of gold flashing through from the early morning light. But it wasn’t just they was they looked. There was something there. A spark. A flame. Dancing in her eyes again. “I… I think I’m in love with you.” I croaked, my brain refusing to function fully.

There was no going back from this. There was no going back from what I was doing, tracing his lips with my thumb, shifting slightly in his lap, tightening my legs around him. There was no escaping from the net he had somehow thrown over me without my noticing, reeling me in until there was nothing that occupied my mind but a need for him and only him.

It was as if the kiss had activated something in me, unlocked the desire which had snuck up on me when I’d least expect it. And when he looked at me like that….. his eyes wide, dazed, pining, all because of me…. when his lips parted to let through a small sentence, one that shattered my world…. I melted in his hands.

“I—I should hope so, a-after that,” I whispered unsteadily, my voice still rough from the force and passion of the kiss we’d shared.

I laughed quietly, unable to stifle it. “God, I feel… incredible.” I leaned forward, resting my forehead against hers. “I think I could fly, Juliet. If you weren’t holding me, I’d probably leap right off the balcony.” I panted, still exhilarated from our kiss.

“Please don’t,” I told him, words slurring together slightly. My mouth was still numb from the heat of the kiss, tongue laden with the taste of the boy underneath me.

“But—Yeah. I—I know how you feel.” I now ran a finger lightly down his nose, which was slightly crooked, perhaps from some sort of previous breakage. “You—You’re a good kisser.”

My eyes fluttered shut, allowing Juliet to trace my facial features. Even her gentle touch left my head reeling. “You’re incredible… I may have said that already, I don’t know if it was out loud or not.” I replied smiling softly. “Whatever you’re doing to my face feels really good.” I mumbled, my heart skipping in my chest as my cheeks blazed red.

I pulled my hands from his warm skin and stared at them for a moment, swallowing a lump in my throat. “I can’t believe I just did that….” I murmured, more to myself than to Romeo. “I can’t believe we just did that…”

And, as it always did, my traitorous mind went into overdrive, mapping out every single way this could go wrong for me to see.

My eyes opened and were immediately met with distress on Juliet’s face. “Hey, Juliet? Focus. No one needs to know. I’ll leave whenever you want. This is our little secret okay?”

The last of the residual euphoria ebbed away, leaving me with a crushing load of stress and fear. “Shit.” I pushed my hands into my hair, eyes darting wildly around the nighttime scene.

Our little secret…

I wanted desperately to nod, to agree, to sink into his embrace and leave the rest of the world behind. But I couldn’t do that—especially not to him.

“I—Romeo—“ I didn’t dare meet his gaze. “There’s something I haven’t told you. I—My dad’s marrying me off. As soon as I graduate.”

“What?” I whispered, my eyes widening in surprise. It was as if the air had been sucked out of my lungs, leaving my speechless. I knew we couldn’t be together. Now now at least. But there had always been that small sliver of hope, that maybe one day…

I pulled my hands from my hair and pressed them against my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut as tears began to slip down my cheeks, “I’m sorry,” I whispered through my fingers, a muffled sob escaping my mouth. “Don’t—Don’t leave me—Please—“

“I’m not going anywhere. It’s okay, Juliet. I promise.” I wiped the tears off Juliet’s cheeks with my thumb. “I’m always going to be here. Even if that means a dramatic love affair like some shitty soap opera.”

I inhaled sharply, blinking rapidly to dispel my stupid tears. “But—You were going to—You were going to run away.” Oh, how I hated myself for reminding him. How I hated myself for being weak enough to tell him about Paris. I was a spineless coward, and I knew it, but somehow…. he still wanted me. And, as I’d learned roughly five minutes ago, I wanted him too.