For The Plot

12

"I know how to act in love, Lowe. I won't screw it up, I swear."

"I know. I trust you."
And by the way she's looking at me, she does. I needed to try something. Just an experiment. My hand reached for her thigh and I closed the gap between us, just to catch her jolt back ever so slightly.

"Should I trust you not to screw up?" I asked, with a hint of playfulness behind my words.

"We're not in front of a camera, I didn't have time to prepare." She protested. "Do it again."

"What?"

"We need to practice, so do it again." It took me half a second to decide my next move, but I didn't regret it in the slightest.

I moved forwards just enough to brush my lips off hers. Calling it a kiss would be an exaggeration, but the display was still affectionate.

"You didn't flinch this time, well done." I smiled, keeping our faces mere centimetres apart.

"I was expecting that, Mr Predictable."

"Really?"

"Mhm." She nodded. Needing to catch her off guard, my hands rushed for her thigh and waist, pulling her to straddle my lap. I failed miserably, because she helped with the motion, smiling at me. "Basic." She sighed, her hands thrown over my shoulders clasped behind my neck.

My hands slipped inside her cardigan, going around her waist to her back. "Calm down, Lowen." I tut. I pulled her forward, closer to my crotch. "Pap's don't want to see us creating new sex positions, they'll want to see this."

One again I closed the gap, pressing my lips to hers. This time I didn't hold back. Her lips glided across mine like in the movies, whereas my tongue flicked across her bottom lip, begging for entry. She didn't give it up, so I took it upon myself to catch her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging on it.

That was it for her then. With every kiss her tongue stretched out to battle mine. Her hands loosened and one came to caress my jaw, her fingers dancing across the stubble while holding me at her chosen angle.

Her hips slowly rocked against mine, and my hands reached to her ass, helping her with the movement. The blood rushed straight to my dick as her body ground against it.

It wasn't until she began slowly bouncing on my erection that I lost control. My lips struggled to meet her at our same pace. Even she became sloppier, moving her hands from my neck and jaw to my collar, tugging my tie loose.

This wasn't for the paparazzi. This wasn't for practice. This was for us.

"E-" she gasped when I started thrusting my hips to meet hers. Her fingers unbuttoned my shirt and I could feel her lips pulling away. My hands moved to her hair, pulling on the hair tie until her hair fell loose down her back.

I could tell she was growing tired. Needy. Desperate.

"Are you wet right now?" I groaned onto her lips, quoting myself.

"Why don't you see for yourself?"
She pulled away, looking between both of my eyes. With her flushed face and messy hair she looked a dream.

I took a second, and then shook my head no. I can't, we can't. "If I start I won't stop." I warned her. "And we can't-" I struggled to breathe the words out. My fingers gestured back and forth between us.

She still sat face to face with me, comfortable in her spot on my lap. "No, I know- we shouldn't anyways. We have three months together, we can't ruin it for one night."

I nodded in agreement with what she said. Three months of being stuck together, we can't make things awkward.
"For the cameras."

"For the cameras." She agreed, slipping off my lap. "It's getting late, you should probably head home soon."

I should've been home hours ago. My lack of dinner is apparent now, with the way my stomach churns with hunger.

She climbed off my lap, taking the half empty mugs and tray to the kitchen while I redid my shirt buttons and tie.
I readjusted myself to cover my bulge but there's only so much a man can do.

"Thanks for the tea, and for hearing me out." I followed her to the doorway, slipping on my jacket simultaneously.

"Yeah. We're partners now." She nodded.

"Yeah."

"Goodnight, Elijah." She smiled as we stood in front of her door.

"Goodnight, Lowen."
I think I stared at her for a beat too long. I thought I got a real glimpse of her when I caught her in a sweatshirt, but see her post-make out look was truly something else.
My semi-erect cock wants to know what she'd look like if I had took it further.

I swallowed my tongue to stop myself from doing anything else, and walked out the door.

<3
Debated back and forth with this chapter because I am very much going with the flow rn
xoxo - author