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The summer air carried a hidden anticipation, a cheerful hint in the afternoon's enviroment surrounding our table. The hot wheather doing little to stop our chill mood and laughs. We've set the table on the cute little garden the Ryder's beach house had and as the sun was setting the better we felt out here.
Norah, -whose hair was purple now- had take charge in the kitchen, saying she got it all under control and only calling for help from time to time, to wich Macy gladly was there to gave her a hand. Lydia and I had prepared the table since the boys decided us preparing the dinner was the perfect moment to disappear God knows were.
Brett and Hunter had been here for a couple of days now, enjoying their bro time or whatever. Norah, Macy and I had arrived this very morning and it's only been a couple hours since we go picked Lydia to the train station. It was the first time her and Hunter reunited in months since she's been coursing in Cambridge this year and they decided to split while they're appart. Unlike my friends, that had gone through all the cons of how hard it is to have a relationship in a distance... and even harder it is to keep it. But they managed.
Lydia and Hunter have it more difficult, tho, with them being in different continents and all; so they'd agreed in taking a break, yet when they reunited they were all over each other as if wanting to make up the lost time. It was funny how nervous Hunter was yet in the moment she get off that train it all vanished.
Once more, I thanked God both Brett and I got in USC. I would had gone crazy with the long distance relationship.
It was weird yet familiar to be all together again after a whole course where we've all moved on separedly. I missed this. I missed them all and surprisingly it all fit as if we never took that year appart. When we scheduled this small trip I never would had thought things will be this great from the very beginning.
But I love it.
Ever since classes ended some weeks ago and we returned home, I haven't seen much of Brett. He went out on a family escape and then came here with Hunter while I took this time to spend time with Granny, whom I missed like crazy this course, and then when eventually Macy and Norah when they too came back. I was still yet to met with Connor since he was on a trip but I hoped I'll get to see him when we get back.
We didn't waste our time here, ever since we arrived we've been at the beach as soon as we brought our things off the car. The lovely thing about this house is not only how big it is, but also that it's only like fifty feet from the beach. It had only a line of houses between now that I'm learning to float the beach seemed thousand times more apealing. Also, I get to see Brett shirtless. That's also a plus.
We went pick up Lydia after lunch and as I said we parted from the reunited couple who found us a couple hours later at the fair. The fair had been awesome and fun, a rebonding experience for sure, but now were just chilling, waiting for the fireworks that would close off a perfect day.
We've had our lovely dinner, and now Hunter had taken out his guitar and was lamely playing the strings while we sipped homemade sangria. Well, they did. I just nibbled the fruit on it.
Norah hummed along the sweet tune he was making, and that with the natural sound of the crickets and
Lydia sat on the arm of the seat Hunter was, leaned carefully close so she wouldn't mees up the soft melody and rested her chin on his shoulder. "That sounds lovely."
And it did.
Hunter smiled at her, keep on with the absently brushing of the strings, producing soft melody. "I wrote this for you."
There was a chorus of 'aww' from us girls as Brett chuckled and Hunter blushed but didn't stop.
"I didn't know you wrote songs." I said leaning back into Brett whose arm immediately came down to my shoulders.
"I don't." Hunter's cheeks warmed a bit more. "I just missed her too much."
This time the awing one was Lydia herself, beaming in happiness and slid as closer she could without disturbing the play and kissed his hair. "I miss you far more, Hunt."
He scoffed but didn't protest further.
"I think this is sooo sweet." chipped in Norah, her head dreamily in her hands but then streightened and glanced over at Macy. "Why don't you write me any songs?"
The girl's eyes widened at the sudden attention and cleared her throat. "Um, because I can't play anything? Why don't you write me any?"
"I cook for you, Macy-bu." she pointed the empty plates pilling at the corner of the table. "I poured my heart on it for you."
"Yeah, and for the rest of the presents." the black girl rolled her eyes. "So romantic."
"But the rest of the presents won't have me pouring cr-"
"Shh!" Macy hushed the purple haired girl quickly, more flustered if possible and my eyes widened at the more than obvious sexual innuendo following that as they laughed. "We get it. Alright."
"We'll save it for later." Norah nodded, satisfied, and ignoring Macy's eye roll again. "And what are you talking about? I dedicated you that song, haven't I?"
"Which song?" inquired Lydia, intrigued.
"Wonderwall." And Norah's grin widened as she took Macy's hand and kissed the back softly. "Because she's my wonderwall." Brett coughed in a fist, concealing a laugh and Norah noticed. Her eyes narrowed at him. "Something to say about it?"
"Not at all."
"No no, say it, Lover Boy. I'm dying to know. Is there maybe not a cheesy song for you two?"
"Of course there is,"he surprised me by stating firmly. "I'm just surprised you were beeing cheesy so openly."
"As if there something to be ashamed of."
"Well-"
Her head snapped towards her girlfriend when she speak. "Are you ashamed of me?"
"Of course not! What I meant is there's no need to s-"
"Not now then, Macy-bu." cut her not tearing her eyes from Brett and leaning backwards. I knew them enough to realized there was this huge tension building and it was about to blew up. "So what is that cheesy love song of yours? Sure will put ours in shame."
I shook my head, pacifying, wanting to redirect it so it wouldn't evelop to actual vexation instead the playfulness I sensed it was now. "We don't have a song, Nors. Sorry to disappoint."
"Well, look at that," chuckled Lydia sofly. "Now we need to find you one."
My cheeks burned and I smiled but to my surprise Brett scoffed. "No. We do have a song."
"We do?" I knitted my brows at his pointed look and it took me just a second to know what he was meaning. "Oh no, no no no."
"Yes."
"No."
Macy gasped, eyes brightening. "Are you talking about-"
"Exactly."
"Oh my God." she squeal clapping exitedly to my utter shame.
"What?" Norah voiced the others baffled expressions. Her brows furrowed at Macy and then back at us. "What song?"
"Not only a song, they have a dance too."
"A what?"
"No!" I repeated shaking my head but it was like they didn't heard me.
"A dance? I need to see this."
Brett pulled out his phone, apparently scrolling in seek of the song and my guts curled. "Give me a sec."
"N-no... Hunter is playing." I rushed at the first thing that occurred me but the traitor lowered his guitar with a shrugged leaning into Lydia, whose arms snaked around his shoulder to accomodate him better.
"It's fine."and smiled at my accussing expression, lifting his chin. "Let's see it."
"Here it is."
"Brett." I whined as the familiar tune came out the speakers. My chest fluttered in melancholy and some bright feeling as I felt myself being transported back in time.
When the world discovered Justin Bieber and I developed this small crush on him. I heard the song over and over, memorized every line and since we were always together, Brett kinda was forced to as well.
"You made the steps, Giggles."
"We were, like, seven."Â I protested breathlessly, as the pression in my chest increassed but he only smiled as the voice rang over the famous melody.
'You know you love me-'
"Oh my God..."
'-I know you care.
Just shout whenever and I'll be there-'
"Come on, Lys." Brett stood and hand out his stretched hand.
He wanted us to perform my delusional childish dance? Now?
'-never, ever, ever be apart.'
"I..." I looked down at it and back to his eyes as the baby voice keep singing.
-Are we an ittem?
Girl quit playing.
We're just friends,
What are you saying?
Said-'
Brett was giving me those pleadding/eager eyes but I was in shock staring.
"I'll do it!" Macy chipped in as the chorus come close and I apparentally still too baffled to react. "I saw it enough times to learn it."
Brett smiled and took her hand, easing her up and I was torned between laugh and self-consciousness when they did the stupid dance we created all those years ago. Basically some kinda clapping game that followed the rythmn of the song. Back then it looked like the coolest thing in the world but now it kinda made me both wanna die and laugh and warmed my heart.
He still remembered it.
He remembered the stupid hand clapping I forced him to learn when listening the song he hate.
Now it didn't look like he hate it, tho.
They both did the chorus way better than I would had expected after so much time and broke into laughing as we clapped them amazed.
"Now that was so cool." Norah cheered. "You're the cheesiest of us all, but it's okay."then turned to face me. "You created it?" I blushed, nodding, the smile didn't made it's way out my face as they were doing it for a second time.
"It's so stupid."
"No! It's cool. Come on, I want you to show me."
"W-what?"
But she'd pulled me out the chair and was palming the first steps, a concentraiting look in her face. What's a girl to do, uh? So I show her, slowly before the second choris arrived.
"Yes! I got it." Norah cheered when she made it, and I giggled. "Let's do it again."
Faster this time, and then again. It was addictive. Now I rememeber why I forced Brett to learn it with me.
I forget my previous embarrassment when this feeling embraced me from inside.
Someone grabbed my hand from behind and spun me so I found myself in Brett's arms, laughing up at him. I held on his biceps for support as his arms came easily around me.
"I can't believe you remember."
He returned the smile, "How could I not?" his eyes growing darker and leaned down to kiss me. "That is our song."
I giggled. "It is."
And that's how Justin Bieber officially became our relationship's soundtrack.
.........
The fireworks were about to start and all them had gone to the beach by now, celebrating. All but us.
We'd planned to stay on our own since we haven't seen much and, well, we got this deal.
A pleasant tingling beamed in my stomach and spread through my chest and abdomen every time I thought of it, making me shiver. I was nervous, true, but I guess it was save to say that at this point the excitement overpowered it by far.
The knowing looks of our friends said they knew well why we wanted to stay. Maybe not why, but certainly that we wanted to use our privacy. More or less like when Hunter and Lydia disappeared this afternoon for an hour claiming to be busy.
Brett said he'd prepared the perfect spot for us to see the fires. Wich confused me because I thought we were going to be doing something else, but Brett said he had it all under control.
Once they left, this feeling in my guts only tightened further, my whole body buzzing in anticipation. But he smiled sweetly and gave me a small hankerchief, laughing at my baffledment before instructing me to cover my eyes with it.
Okay...
He then lead me upstairs and I had to put all my faith in him, with the steps, the hallways and when he opened a room, a second door... and he made me climbed yet more steps.
What?
Was there another story in this beach house? I wasn't aware of that.
Where was he leading me? I let him guide me either way, curious more than worried and once he indicated the stairs ended I coul feel we were in a narrowed space, I could sense the walls barelly inches from my shoulders and Brett's chest pressing on my back when he leaned over, one arm on my waist as the other reached out and I heard a lock clicking.
"Where are we?" I wondered lowly when he encouraged me to step forward and I tentably did.
I knew we were outside as soon as I took that stride, sensing the light presure of the fresh air and the light from inside was vanished. I sensed a dim brightness throught the cloth over my eyes but couldn't quite placed it.
My stomach churned. "Brett?"
"Here." I heard the door closing again and in a second I was back in his embrace, even in the hot weather of July his warmth managed to allure me in the best kinda way. I shuddered when his lips pressed on my ear. "You can take the blind off now."
It was hard focussing on his words when next he dipped his head lowered and worked on the sweet spot on my neck, but one I did, I lifted my hands to put the hankerchief away. I had to blink the darkness away, but as soon as I could focus my breath faded.
We were in a rooft, plain and large. Behind us stood the pick of the house and before us we get to see the sea, but in an angle and height that forbiden us to be in the eye-reach of the previous row of houses and people down there. This spot was completely hidden from view and I realized Brett was right. He did had the perfect spot.
Under the darkening sky that soon will be lighted with colors and lights. I could almost smell the salt and the sand, the fresh breeze brushing my hair backwards as I let my awed gaze to fell from the view to the brick plain floor we stood, the corners all covered in small candles that projected a dim yellowish light licking our anckles while in the middle laid soft looking blankets.
"Oh my God..."
"You got no idea how tricky those were to lit." he whined, the sound vibrating through me and I smiled at the thought of him struggling to lit so many.
"I love it." I whispered, still stunned, and turned in his arms to look up at him. Cupping his face and brushing my thumb across his cheek. "I love you."
"I love you." he embraced me closer and disarmed me completely when he kissed me.
Softly at first but soon it grew hotter and I barely realized he'd lifted me until his hands seized my legs to held on his waist and he carefully sat on the -indeed soft- blankets. They formed a thin insulation between us and the brick floor, making it rather pleasant their contact as they pooled around my knees. And better when as my mind process it Brett leaned back to resume his delightful task kissing my neck.
I sighed, my finger sliding thought his soft hair and earning a throaty hum that shake me to core. "I been wanting to be with you since you arrived."
"W-we've together the w-whole day." it was hard to think straight let alone talk- when his tongue traced the throbbing spot he just sucked, before moving to a new one. Shudders slid down my spine none-stop.
"Not what I mean." I almost melted right there when his thumbs brushed the stripe of bare skine between the hem of my shirt and the sarong I was wearing. We've barely done anything and I was already on fire and out of breath. "Do you still wanting to do this?"
I did. I really did. But what if I suck? What if it hurts too much? What if everything gets messy after this?
Sensing my second of hesitation he pulled away a little, his burning blue orbs looking for mine.
"We don't have to, you know? We can always just enjoy the fireworks." he smield and pressed out foreheads. My lids fluttered closed as I inhale his scent, his breath. "You want me to go put Baby again?"
"No no." I giggled helding him closer. "I-It's not exactly a sexy song, now is it?"
"Oh? And what is a sexy song, uh?" I smiled shyly, shaking my head at his teasing the mad pulse of my heart drumming harshly everywhere. "Hey." I thawed as his fingers grazzed my cheek tenderly tilting my face to met his orbs. "I won't love you any less if you don't want to."
My chest throbbed and any hesitation I could still had I pushed it in the back of my mind. I love him. I love him so much it hurts. And I wanted this.
"N-no." my hands curled in his hair again, preventing him from moving away when he misinterpreted my reaction. "I do."
But he wasn't sure. "Really? You don't have to-"
I leaned in to kiss him and that sucessfully cut it. He was eager to respond. I panted as I pull an inch of distance. "I want it, Brett." and knowing he won't pressure me further, I took it upon myself to slid closer and kissed his jaw. "Do you?"
"Hell yeah."
"Good." I loved the way his breath faltered and that encouraged me to keep tracing a slow path down his jawline to the soft spot under it that drived him crazy. "Me too."
Once more when his hands carressed up my spine, under the shirt, arquing my back and pulling us flush together. I shuddered, high in delight, and my nails grazed his nape so he moaned again. Trembles trevelled from everywhere he touch to between my legs and made me moved craving for more.
His head tilted back alowing me freedom with a groan, a sound so enticing I wanted to hear it again. I grew lightheaded when I felt a poking on my lower abdomen and Brett's hands closed around my hips pulling me closer, making me blush when I felt him against me, pressing deliciously. My sarong had curled up my tights giving easy access, so the only thing between us was my new underwhere I bought for the ocassion and his beach shorts.
This was happening.
The first firework expode in the dark sky but it felt far away. Overwhelmed by the pleasure from the sudden waves of plesure, I found myself shifting in his lap before even processing I'd given the order, lightly rocking back and forward. The friction creating sensation I never knew existed and Brett's grip grew tighter, along with the churning in my stomach.
"Fuck." Brett must felt something similar because he moaned again and used his hard grip to guide my hips harder against him. and hardened his grip on me. I gasped as the sensation increassed, numbing all my senses to the point I barely heard the fireworks now.
Moving to kiss his neck my hands slid under the bottom od his shirt, caressing his heated skin and enjoying how his muscles twitched under my fingertips. At this point, I should had grew accostumed to Brett's abs, but as I teased the valled between them my stomach churned all the more and a burning sensation filled my chest, like melted honey.
We pulled away, panting, for a seconds as he urged his shirt over his head. Mine followed suit, and more of this feeling menace to drown me as he eyed me hungrily. As if he didn't know where to start.
"Fuck" he repeated making me beamed. "You're so beautiful." the sudden comment rolled out his tongue efforlessly and made me blush even harder.
"You too."
"Lys..." Brett seemed to loose the battle he was having with himself as he draw his lips back to mine and broke his own restrains, taking control again and turning it more passional and heated. I struggle to keep up with him,but the intense sensations overwhelmed me. I gasped when his tongue wet my lower lip, making me tremble before I felt how his fingers tangled in my hair and Brett tilded his head deepening the kiss.
Everything in me exploded when our tongues eagerly clashed and elicited a low sound from the back of my throat before I could prevented it. Brett drank it, increasing the pace like he was starving for more.
This time his grip on my hips hardened as he backed me, my back leaning against the blanket and him hovering over me. Brett shifted on the thick, soft blanket, accomodating my weight at ease so he was more stable and fit our bodies in all the right places to keep this joyous sensation.
This was happening.
Oh my goodness, this is happening.
"You... you have it?" I panted between kisses and my face turned crimson red but I was too excited to fully noted the knowing smirk of Brett as he reached for his pocket.
"Yeah."
My chest heaved up and down raggedly as he pulled out a silver packet.
Last weekend in campus we went to the condom section on our grocery shopping, I discovered there was indeed a huge collections of types, sizes, colors, shapes and tastes. It was literally the most single embarrassing moment of my life. Brett'd found my reaction amusing, tho. And here we were now.
Oh my God.
I felt his smirk, eyes closed, while his lips caressed my cheek and his hands worshiped my body. Slowly, taking his time in sensing everything and sending goosebumps down my spine. My fingers found their way up his nape 'till they got laced with his soft flocks, causing him to shudder. Brett hummed and the vibrations of it melted me to the core.
And it made me yearn.
"You're so smooth." his warm lips pressed the spot under my ear and the bliss that gesture caused went straight some point between my legs.Oh, God. I tugged his hair closer to me but Brett kept the grounding light and teassing, much to my frustration. A low moan scape my lips and if he wasn't already overwhelming my senses I might had felt ashamed.
"Brett, please."
He hummed, nuzzling in my shoulder instead and making me felt warm inside in ways completely news as his hips rolled over mine. I felt the way his lips curved against my skin when he found my pulse but barely managed to make sense of it.
"I loved when you say my name like that."
"Yeah?" my breath hitched as he pressed his body down on mine, not enough to crush me but to ignote this hot burn everywere.
"Mm."he gently took my earlobe with his lips and that made me gasp and held him tighter. Brett's fingers played with the side of my sarong, brushing the bare skin and stealing some more of my reason. "It's so fucking sexy." His mouth was now kissing up my line jaw and like he could read my mind he purred. "Everything in you is simply alluring."
I shudered as his mouth found the corner of mine and my lips parted, but when I thought he was finally gonna kiss me he pulled away. My eyes snapped open and found his merely inches away from mine, still between my legs and his hands on me, his weight on me. I frowned confused and he leaned so his forehead pressed into mine, soft strands f his hair tickling my face.
"I love you."
I looked up at him, my heart full of a powerful feeling that ravished throught me and craved to be shown more than just in words.
The first firework beamed, projecting a large palm tree over his shoulder, making the shadows in his face shifted lightly yet that look remained in his eyes as well. I realized then we've completely forget about them. Not like that was important, I thought smiling and hugging his neck closer so his upper body pressed into mine gleefully.
"I love you."
And this time when I kissed him there was no restrain left.
Brett made me feel nothing but beautiful, wanted, safe and loved as he stripped me piece by piece, literally and metaphorically.
Until there was nothing but us.
Until we were nothing but one.
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