My New Friend (a Phanfiction)

This Kiss

Phil leaned down and kissed me again, pulling my body closer with the arm that was snaked around my waist.

My hands found their way around his neck as I melted into his kiss.

His tongue found its way into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled in each other's mouths.

His kiss was strong, yet gentle. It was passionate, but still a bit shy.

I ran my hand through his silky, black, hair to show him that I wanted this just as much as he did, if not more.

Without breaking the kiss, I swung my leg over him, so I was sitting on him just as I was a few minutes ago.

With all this going on, my shirt flew up a bit, showing a couple inches of my lower back. Phil noticed this, and began to stroke my bare skin with his soft fingertips.

I shutter with excitement, feeling his skin come in contact with mine. A quiet moan escapes my mouth from the back of my throat. I feel myself blush a bit.

We stop for a breath. I look into his eyes, searching for anything along the lines of regret or embarassment. All I see is nervousness and excitement. I smile, knowing he feels the same about me as I do about him.

I mean, we are boyfriends now.

Wow.

Phil is my boyfriend. I'm Phil's boyfriend. How could life get anymore perfect?

We just stay in this position, him lying on my bed as I sit on his stomach, leaning over him. We stay here just staring into each other's eyes.

We don't need to talk. We just need to be together. That's how I know that this is real, because we don't need things to occupy our minds while we're together, we just need to be together. All we need is each other.

All I need is Phil.

All he needs is me.

Like I said, how could life get anymore perfect?

Author's note:

Okay, so I'm not going to write smut. Sorry, but I am much too socially awkward. This is probably the closest I'll get.