Complicated People, Complicated Love

'Bout Time

      "Maya! Hurry up so we can go to the park!" I hear him yell as I'm walking down the stairs. I roll my eyes and go get my delicious smelling bacon.

       "Calm down, Friar," I say shoving a piece in my mouth. He gives me a mocking face and then grabs his own plate of bacon and French toast. We eat while watching some more basketball. I naturally root for the team that's playing against Lucas's team. Lucas washes the dishes as I make as I sing funky town just to see if it'll get a ride out of him. And I'm not quiet. What can I say, I'm bored.

       As Lucas finishes his last dish, I am singing twinkle twinkle little star at the top of my lungs and trying to entertain myself by spinning in circles. I hear the water turn off and then I feel arms wrap around my legs and the next thing I know, I'm lifted from a the ground.

      "Rick! Put me down!" I yell as he drapes me over his shoulder. I squirm and try to lift my torso up but fail due to laziness.

       "Not a chance Short Stack," he says running around clearly just trying to get me to go crazy. Probably payback for the last five minutes.

        "I mean it Friar, put me down!" I hate to admit it, but I'm laughing too much to be taken seriously. I close my eyes because they hurt seeing the room spin. I know that Lucas won't drop me, and not just because of his muscular arms, but because I just know he would never let that happen.

      "Not so fun getting annoyed huh?" He asks mockingly. I don't know, this is pretty fun to me.

        Lucas runs somewhere and I feel him lean forward and before I know it, I'm laying on the couch and Lucas is on top of me. His hands are on the couch on both sides of my head. My laughing teeters to a stop and Lucas's smile is fading, and yet he's not getting up. And honestly, I don't want him to get up.

      We sit here just looking at each other for what seems like hours. My hand somehow found it's way to the front of his shirt and grabbed one. His upper body strength is keeping most of his weight from crushing me, but he's still on me. He's just so beautiful. His bone structure, who am I kidding, his whole face is just so fascinating that I could stare at him like this forever.

     "We should go," I say quietly, still looking straight into his beautiful hazel green eyes. I don't let go of his shirt.

      "Yeah," he agrees, making no move to get up. My eyes move down to his lips. I remember our kisses, the feel of those lips on mine. Like nothing I've ever experienced before. Before I can think of what I'm about to do, my other hand moves up and touches his lips. God, they're soft, just as I remember them. My thumb strokes his bottom lip, playing with it.

      I look at his eyes again while he never took his off of me. He seems to have gotten even closer to my face if that's even possible. Maybe I pulled him in, who knows.

      "It would be wrong to kiss you, right?" He whispers. He's right. There are so many outside forces working against us. So many things that we need to sort out or talk about.

      "Probably," I answer. I want him to though, badly. My fingers still haven't left his lips. I look at his eyes again. He moves his hand to my hair, just like he was doing yesterday. I really love that.

       "I don't care," he finally says. He dips his head down in a swift motion and I feel his mouth on mine. My hand that was feeling up those amazing lips slips into his hair, gripping, trying to bring him even closer. He has a hand behind my back and one in my hair, seeming to be trying to do the same. He's crushing me a little now and I don't mind in the slightest. I need him holding me tightly, reminding me how much he wants me and that I'm safe with him.

       Somehow he maneuvers us without breaking our contact, and now I am on top of him. I open my mouth to him, silently begging for more. Our noses brush as we move together and I relish the extra touch. I'm fully on top of him, one arm banding around my back and the other on my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. I can't help myself but kiss him faster, moving my lips to fit against his and then breaking just to do it again. He manages to slow me down, holding my face still and slowly stroking into my mouth. My closed eyes roll back into my head. I bring my legs down on either side of his hips and force myself to pull away. Not all of me, just my mouth. I'm not ready to leave his chest or his hands yet.

       When I open my eyes his hair is even messier than it was this morning. I laugh and try to comb it out, putting all my weight on my forearm propping me up next to his head.

      "You should see yours," he says laughing. He sits up and I get off of him, reluctantly.

      "Park?" I ask, even though all I want to do is stay here and continue what we were doing. I know however, that if we did stay, it could lead to something that I don't know if I'm ready for. Not with all the unknowns hanging around. He leaves his hand on the side of my face, his thumb stroking again. I smile down at him, leaning into it.

      "Anything for you." He gets up and proceeds to help me to my feet. "Let's go Crazy Hair."

       "You wish you looked this good cowboy," I say, even though I know he looks way better. No one can beat Lucas in the looks department.

      "If I looked as good as you, then you wouldn't be able to resist me enough to leave this house," he says, opening the door for me. I've never been complimented as much in my life than I am when I'm with him. And as much as it makes me uncomfortable, it also makes me like him more and more.