forum One on One - Romance - So very cliche because I need it right now

Started December 03, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

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Jackson temporarily let go of her with one arm and opened the door. He gently closed it behind him and walked back up to the room.

She reached up and slowly started to trace his features with a light finger tip. She didn't mean to, it was just a habit. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with concentration as she worked.

Somehow, even after yelling shirtless in the middle of the street, his face seemed to grow redder than ever. He didn't stop her. He didn't say anything. He just watched.

She bit her lip softly, not noticing his staring, just continuing her work. If he didn't stop her, she'd keep going until she was finished.

He could have sworn his sold had shivered, almost as if her touch was ice, and yet, it seemed to be warm and shooting butterflies up and down his spine. (Sorry it's so short)

(It's all good)
She finished her trace with his lips, seeming to slow down to keep the perfect details. She was slowly coming back to reality when she finished. She smiled. "There. Perfection."

He just stood there stuttering for a moment. "I, uh. Umm. I, okay."

She smiled a little. "Don't look so surprised love. You're perfect and I love you." She tugged him down into a kiss, already starting to miss his lips.

"I-" the sudden pull startled him to where he was still for a few moments before he began to kiss her back. How is she so good at this?

She was always tense for a few seconds when he was still, worried that he'd realize he didn't actually love her. But that never happened and she relaxed.

He kissed her for a few more moments before pulling away. "I should probably check to see if Amelia is awake."

"Yeah that'd be a smart idea." She giggled, blushing slightly.

Jackson reluctantly let go of her before heading to check on Amelia. She seemed sound asleep. Last night must have worn her out.

"I highly doubt she slept right through that. Either she did or she's just a really good actress." She chuckled softly.

He chuckled too. "You'd be surprised what she's slept through before. There was this crazy storm once. Not a single sound."

"Wasn't that like three years ago? Yeah, I remember. I slept through that too, it wasn't that difficult." She shrugged. A small idea popped into her head. "Hmm…if she can sleep through anything…maybe we could test the limits of that."

"I, uh, what do you mean?" He looked to her a little confused. Sometimes, he seemed to be so clueless.

A light red blush rose to her cheeks. The question wasn't what it was, it was could she say it out loud? "Come on…you know…finish what we were doing yesterday?"

(Sorry, been really sick for a little while, slowly getting better)

"I, umm, I-" he cleared his throat, heat rising very quickly back to his cheeks. He looked to the ground hoping to cover his blush, but still being unable to stop his stuttering. "I mean, yeah, maybe. I, uh, umm-"

She placed a gentle finger over his lips. "Shh, relax darling. Try that again but in English this time."

Ice shot from the point where her finger met his lips. It wasn't painful. It was more of an ache, an entire body full of ache to kiss her. But he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. All he could do was stare directly into those forest green eyes, holding every shade of green Mother Nature had ever painted. Some moments when he looked into them, they looked sharp and cracked, each line mimicking a blade of grass in the sunlight. Other moments, they were soft and humble, each shade melting together ever so gently. That was this moment. He couldn't look away from the blend of greens. No words came out to answer her questions, but the answer could easily be found in his own eyes.

Sometimes she couldn't believe the number of shades of brown she found in his eyes. Light and dark, clear and blurry, speckled and clean, and everything in-between. His eyes were like the stars she admired so much for their difference. Each time she looked into them they were slightly different and she loved it. And she couldn't help but wonder what they would look like a little closer…and with that, she pulled his lips to hers in an almost calm desperation.

That feeling… The feeling of when their lips met. When every star colides, and for a moment, just a moment, time stood. The ice suddenly turns to warm, golden butterflies, each one unsure of where to go, just knowing to fly. He began to kiss her back cautiously, unsure how fast she truly wanted to go.

It was everything was in slow motion, letting her memorize the feeling of how his lips felt before time returned to her and the desperation did too, her lips speeding up slightly.

He matched her speed and let her lead. Normally, his thoughts would be so loud and obnoxious, but somehow when they kissed, things were just quiet. He liked it.