Tethered (Book Two of The Invisible String Series)

Happy New Year

If I wasn't horribly mortified at this very moment for this information getting out, I would have found some amusement in the way that Lizzie's mouth dropped open. "Are you telling me you fucked your teacher?"

Letting out a groan, the group all begins talking at once, and I let myself slump down in my seat. That little piece of information was something I certainly never wanted to tell anyone, let alone Lizzie and especially not here in this environment. Thankfully, though, Lizzie doesn't comment and the subject quickly changes thanks to everyone's alcohol inhibited brains.

I'm pulled out of listening to the story Sophie is telling by Lizzie suddenly leaning towards me and the feeling of her hand squeezing my upper thigh. "I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back."

I nod, my eyes trailing after my girlfriend for a few moments until I'm pulled back into the conversation. After a minute or two I feel the phone in my pocket vibrate and pull the device, frowning down at the text message waiting for me on my lock screen.

Lizzie: Bathroom. Now.

Slightly confused, I glance around the crowded bar before excusing myself from the group, saying that I was going to get another drink. Rather than stop at the bar, though, I make my way towards the single-stall restroom and knock lightly on the door. Before I can blink the door is being opened and I'm suddenly pulled into the small room, even more confused than before as I stare down at my girlfriend. "Are you-?"

~(AN: consider this your official smut warning!)~

Whatever I'd been about to say is successfully cut off by Lizzie as she steps forward and connects our lips, her hands roughly pushing me backwards and against the bathroom wall. My worry instantly disappears, and is instead replaced by red, hot desire as I feel the brunette's body press against me.

Lizzie suddenly pulls away, and I open my eyes to what has become one of my favorite sights to behold: Lizzie with kiss-swollen lips and pupils so blown that the usual green of her irises are almost completely replaced by black. It's enough to send a shot of arousal straight to the apex of my thighs. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that about?"

I let my hands begin to roam up her sides, frowning when the brunette grasps them and places them back on her hips. "Don't move them."

Okay, I have no idea what is going on, but fuck me.

"Lizzie, I don't-."

I'm once again interrupted by Lizzie's lips finding my own, this kiss a little rougher than the last one, and I can't help but let out a light moan at the feeling. There's usually a nice, little balance when it comes to our sex life and whoever finds themself on top, but I gotta admit that this dominating side of Lizzie is a total turn on.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by the feeling of Lizzie's hands fumbling with the button of my pants, and my confusion is suddenly back full-force. She's really not going to do this here, right? In the bathroom of a very public place?

As soon as I pull out of the kiss, Lizzie takes the opportunity to turn her attention to other places, placing a series of light kisses to the underside of my jaw. I briefly manage to wrap my hands around her own, keeping her from successfully unbuttoning my pants. "Okay, babe, do you really think-?"

For the third time I'm interrupted by my girlfriend, who manages to catch me off guard and takes both of my wrists in her hand, lifting them above our heads and holding them in place against. "What did I say about moving your hands?"

Lizzie's words make me shiver, and as I shift my weight from one foot to another I find that I'm uncomfortably turned on and no longer worried about the fact that we're apparently going to do this, right here and right now. "I'm sorry."