Lyndsey's POV:
'I have to be dreaming...' I thought to myself as Val pressed her lips to my own. Instinctively, I closed my eyes as she pushed me against the bathroom door. I bit her lower lip gently, loving the moans that escaped her lips willingly. I couldn't help the smirk that rose to my lips, pulling her closer to me. I dug my fingers into her hips; my hands resting just barely above the line of her boy shorts. Her hands were wrapped around my neck, pulling at my hair. I was frazzled now. Here I was, standing in front of a nearly naked Val and... 'oh my lord...' I thought to myself as she moved away from my lips and was kissing along my jawline. "Val..." I found myself moaning, not even trying to stop myself. I swear I could feel her grin on the side of my neck as she nipped at it lightly. My hands slowly made their way up her sides, loving the feel of her warm skin against my fingertips. I was loving every minute of this...
"Take this off..." She groaned out, tugging at my shirt. I didn't even get a chance to respond as she ripped it off my torso, throwing it on the bed. I stared down at the girl before me, amazed at how in control she was. But, I didn't have much time to even think about what was going on right now as I was pushed against the door; my hands being held tightly above my head. I closed my eyes, rolling my head against the wood as her lips attacked my neck again. She somehow maneuvered my hands to be held by one, her free one making its way down my chest, resting under the seam of my bra. I could easily overpower her if I wanted to... but this side of her was driving me crazy. Then before I could register what was happening, she pulled away from me. I was a mess against the door, trying to hold myself up. I opened my eyes, looking at the smirking girl as she walked away from me. I watched in shock as she grabbed her nightshirt, slipping it on over her head. She looked at me, her eyes telling me what she was doing was completely on purpose.
"Val..." I whispered, moving away from the door and walking towards her. She put her hand up, signaling me to stop. As my brain tried to comprehend what the fuck just happened, I felt my body heat up from all of this. I looked at her, loving the oversize white shirt she was wearing, barely covering anything. She was obviously aroused as her nipples were visible through the light material. 'God damn...'. Her hair was laying in gentle curls around her shoulders. I licked my lips, my eyes wandering down her beautiful legs.
"I'm up here, Lyndsey." Her voice was authoritative as she spoke, forcing me to obey what she was saying. I rose my brows at her playful smirk.
"W-what..?" I stammered out, angry at myself for sounding like a pathetic fuck. I was confused by this different Valerie, but I was also enthralled too. She walked closer to me, leaning up on her tiptoes. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he grabbed my biceps lightly, her breath tickling my neck.
"I'm going to watch T.V." Was all she said, pulling away from me. My brows furrowed in confusion as she gave me a knowing look. Then it clicked in my head; I was being punished! She was torturing me on purpose...
"So... you're doing this as a lesson?" I asked, following her. She took her place on the couch, resting her arms on the back of it. I was confused by the attitude... this didn't seem like her at all.
"What are you talking about?" She was playing dumb, I could tell. My eyes drew to slits as I watched her turn on the television. Her eyes flickered up to me for a moment, a small smile growing. "Are you going to stand there all night?" I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I looked down at her. Then an idea popped into my head. I smirked, taking a seat next to her, making a point for my arm to graze hers gently. I was going to regain the role of teasing. I could see her looking at my chest, looking away quickly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, are they distracting you? Because..." I whispered, reaching behind me and unhooking my bra, "I could just..." I smirked, loving the fact that she was refusing to watch my bra fall away. I watched as her jaw clenched and unclench rapidly, trying her hardest not to stare at me. She wanted to fuck around with me, then two can play at this game. I leaned back against the sofa, loving the heat that was building between us. Valerie licked her lips, her eyes not moving away from the T.V. I smiled loving that she seemed to have a lot of willpower. I looked down at my pants, debating if I should slide them off. I mean... she teased the fuck out of me when I came out of the bathroom... but instead, I placed my bra back on. She looked back at me, with a flustered look about her.
"This..." I heard her sigh, causing me to be confused now. "I can't deal with this anymore..." She breathed, looking over at me. Gone was the playful woman that was here moments ago. I furrowed my brows, confused by the sudden change of heart. But as I looked at her, I could see the hurt girl that I had always noticed, but never mentioned. I frowned as she offered me a short smile, one that didn't reach her eyes at all.
"Can't deal with what?" I asked stupidly, not wanting her to answer, but also wanting to know what she meant. Here I was, sitting next to her without a shirt on; feeling stupid. But, to my surprise, she threw the remote somewhere else, straddling me. I placed my hands on her hips, loving the blush that crept upon her cheeks. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with emotions. She wasn't being her assertive playful self she was in the bedroom a few moments ago. Her emotions were clear in her eyes, obvious that she wasn't sure what she was doing at this moment. The tension between us was driving us both crazy. I wasn't sure when I noticed it... maybe after we shared our fucked-up stories? Or... maybe it was before. I wasn't entirely sure anymore... but as she straddled me, her legs on either side of me... I couldn't help but tighten my hands on her hips. She leaned down, her eyes telling me more than anything right now. I swallowed the lump that grew in my throat, nearly making me choke. In the low lighting, I watched as she bit her lower lip.
"Lyndsey... I want an answer... why did you avoid me?" She asked out of the blue, throwing me off guard. I averted my eyes from her, not wanting to admit the real reason I did what I did. How was I supposed to tell her that I not only knew who murdered her mother... but that it was my fault he was able to do it...? How was I supposed to admit that during all this crazy fucked up shit between us... that I was falling for her? Valerie placed her hands upon my face, causing me to clench my jaw. I instinctively pressed my head into her palm, trying to think of what to say to her. As I opened my eyes, I felt the air leave my body instantly as her intense stare penetrated my soul. "Lyndsey." She said with a stern voice.
"Valerie..." I sighed, my fingers grazing the hem of her boy shorts. I watched as she blushed as if looking down at my topless self for the first time. Her cheeks were a dark shade of red, her eyes staring at my chest. I couldn't help the smirk that adorned my lips. I leaned up, planting my lips upon hers, trying to distract her from her questioning. She moaned quietly against my lips, her fingers digging into my hair. I smirked, my hands finding their way onto her lower back, wishing to move them further south. I was taken by surprise when she pulled my hands away from her, pinning them to the wall behind me. I looked up at her, noticing the raised brow she had.
"Listen..." She breathed out, her breathing slightly labored now, "You're avoiding my questions. I have a right to know... because honestly..." She sighed, biting her lower lip as she looked down at me. I chewed on the side of my cheek, attempting to free my arms from her grasp. 'Fuck, she is stronger than I thought...' I thought as her chocolate eyes bore into me. I became uneasy now... "Lyndsey!"
"Fuck man!" I yelled back, slightly startled by her sudden change in volume. "What do you want to know? I mean... I'm sitting here in my bra and you're more concerned about why I haven't been home in a few days? I was with Kyle. Why is that such a big deal?" I snapped, shocking the both of us. I winced as she gripped my wrist tighter, leaning closer as she glared at me.
"Fuck you..." she whispered, pushing against me to get up. I furrowed my brows, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back on top of me. "Let go of me!" She yelled, going to swing at me. I rose my brows, grabbing her wrists now and holding them in my lap. Val's cheeks were flushed with the obvious anger she had. We sat in silence for a moment, both of us unsure what to say to the other. I sighed, wishing our lives weren't so fucking horribly intertwined. What made everything worse? The fact that I was terrified to tell her the truth. But, she deserved to know why I was avoiding her... the thing is... it wasn't just because of my fucked-up father. It was because that day we shared at her mother's house... it changed me. It changed me dramatically, in ways I couldn't understand clearly. But, as I investigated the eyes of the woman before me, I couldn't help my chest tightening. Her eyes were sad; her past an obvious shadow. She was avoiding my gaze, her body holding no resistance. "It's Emalie, isn't it...?" That caught me off guard. I quirked my brow in question. She looked up at me, a sad smile on her lips. "I mean... I feel like I've ruined everything between the two of you. So, it would make sense why you didn't come home. I feel horrible... I feel like I'm the reason everything is falling apart now. I mean... I wouldn't blame you if you hated me and that's why you're avoiding me. Because I literally am the reason for all your problems. You avoid coming home because of me; like I'm not stupid I know I'm the reason." As she spoke, I felt my heart break for her. I allowed the woman of my world to believe she was the problem. "Now she was literally pushed into the arms of Ana, and it's my fault. I'm just this nobody girl who has intruded on your life. Like, look at you," She motioned towards me, "You're so far out of my league, yet here I am... sitting on your lap with your shirt off. What the hell am I thinking?" She laughed ironically, shaking her head. I couldn't help but feel a sting to my chest. Why was she thinking like this? Why on earth would she feel she was out of my league?
"You think that's why I wasn't home...?" I asked, unsure if this was real. But as she looked at me, I could see that this was her true feelings. Her eyes were raw with emotions, and I swear I saw something else lingering behind her chocolate eyes. There was something between us that neither of us could fully understand. I knew, on my end, that I was falling for this girl... but based on how she was feeling and her choice of words, was she doing the same?
"Well yeah, what other reason could there be?" She laughed, shaking her head as I held her wrist still. My eyes wouldn't leave her as she bit her bottom lip. I can't believe she didn't figure this out. 'How can she not see that it was really her that was the problem, not Emalie?' I sighed inwardly, averting my gaze. "I feel like I've fucked up everything, Lyndsey. I think I should honestly move out. Maybe you and Emalie can mend things? I don't know..." I shook my head at what I was hearing.
"Please don't." Was all I could I say right now. I frowned at the idea of her leaving. I didn't want her to go, but at the same time... I couldn't make her stay if she wanted to leave. I groaned in frustration at this situation I found myself in. She tried catching my eyes, but I couldn't help but avert them from her.
"Please don't what? You're barely telling me anything, Lyn." Her voice wavered as she spoke. I looked up at her, watching her grow wearier on my lap. "I can't deal with you not-." But I interrupted her.
"It's was you..." I whispered, letting go of her now. Her eyes were trained on mine; trying to read them. I gave her a small smile, shrugging my shoulders. "I couldn't be around you. Everything that has happened these past few weeks has me completely messed up. I'm fucked up Valerie... like more than what I've told you... you don't even know half of it." I laughed now, shaking my head as I leaned my head back against the top of the sofa, running my hands over my face. "To make matters worse..." I added, pulling my hands away from my face to look at her, "Being around you is impossible. Because all I want to do is kiss you and make all of your fucked-up feelings go away." I answered truthfully as I looked at her. She sat on my lap still, biting her lower lip. "You make me feel safe, Val. That scares the fuck out of me. Sure, Emalie was once my best friend and lover at one point. But... you..." I groaned, feeling like a moron at my confession. "Since the day I first met you, you turned my world upside down. Over these past few months that you've lived with me, it's grown that much harder to be around you. I'm not good for you, Valerie... but I can't seem to turn away from you. But please, stop thinking it's about Em. It's not..."
"Why didn't you just tell me that?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Valerie's cheeks were a light red, from what I didn't know. Was it because of me basically confessing my feelings for her? "Why on earth wouldn't you be good for me...?"
"I don't know. This shit doesn't come easy for me." I shrugged, sighing deeply. "I'm fucked up, Valerie. Isn't that obvious?"
"It doesn't come easy for you? I'm sitting on a model's lap." She laughed, lightly, causing me to smile. "I mean shit... I don't know why I just thought about that. I'm sitting on a model's lap... like wow." She said, shaking her head. "I never thought in a million years I'd be doing this..." She said, shifting her weight slightly.
"Since when did you care that I was a model?" I asked, offering a genuine smile.
"I don't, but why me? I'm nothing special... you could have pretty much anyone you wanted." She smiled back. In that moment, I felt a warmth in me that I only had around this girl. It confused the fucking shit out of me and I loved it though. As I looked at her, my hand went to her face, rubbing my thumb on it gently. I loved the light pink that adorned her cheeks. She was nervous right now, obviously noticing the tension that was making its way known again. "What are you doing...?" She whispered, squirming on top of me. I clenched my jaw as I gazed into the eyes of the woman who I was most definitely falling for. My other hand went to small of her back, my eyes falling to those beautiful lips. "Lyndsey..." She breathed as I leaned into her. Her hands went to my shoulders; pushing me away slightly. I scanned her chocolate eyes, seeing that she really didn't want me to stop. Val bit her lower lip, earning a groan from me.
"Stop doing that... it's driving me insane." My voice sounded strange to my own ears. Val gave me a smirk in return though.
"So... do something about it..." She challenged me, grinding her hips into mine. My hand slid down the side of her, resting just on her ribcage as the other fell lower on her back. I loved the light moan that escaped her mouth, an obvious sign that she was loving the attention I was giving her.
"I'm not sure you want me to act on this... it'll change everything." I whispered, my eyes not moving away from those amazing lips that I wanted to kiss so desperately. I watched as she licked her lower lip, leaning closer towards me, not even an inch away from me. I closed my eyes as I felt an overwhelming amount of emotions flood over me the moment I felt her arms wrap around my neck.
"Please, let it..." She whispered into my ear as she kissed my neck lightly.
Author's Note:
Please VOTE and COMMENT. I've been busy with school so I debating wether of not finishing this story is worth the time! Let me know!