Plunge
Different now
~Harry~
It had been two days since I’d seen her. It had been two days since I’d seen her beautiful face, her radiant beam of a smile, her bubbly yet stubborn personality. Two days since we’d watched a movie, since we’d officially become a thing.
They had been the best two days of my life.
Half the time, I’d just been lying in bed, basking in the afterglow of the kiss.
I’d been fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss her every day, to have her wrapped in my arms at that exact moment, to sleep with her in the same bed, to watch her eyes close in ecstasy as our naked bodies rocked back and forth on the mattress. It was unhealthy.
It felt odd, knowing that I was finally free to do that.
There was no sun out, the only shred of light coming from the gray clouds that obscured the blue sky. I thought it would rain soon, but it hadn’t started just yet. I was lying on my bed, my arm slung over my face, covering my eyes and grinning like an idiot.
I sat up suddenly, my craving for her becoming too much to bear. I at least had to see her. I scooted over to the edge of my bed, focussing on the window and hoping she was in her room.
She was.
Lying on her bed, her eyes closed, her body relaxed, probably taking an afternoon nap. She was under the duvet on her bed, one of her hands resting under her head, the other sprawled out carelessly. She was far, but it was as though my heart had demanded my eyesight to sharpen, because I could see every last freckle littering her face.
Her eyelids twitched ever so lightly, her nostrils flaring slightly as she took breaths, the corners of her mouth curved up into the most hidden smile in the world, even more subtle than the Mona Lisa.
God, she was beautiful.
Her dark hair was splayed out across her white pillow, contrasting the material gorgeously.Her shoulders and chest moved up and down as she inhaled and exhaled, making my own chest actually ache, wishing I was there with her, lying on the soft mattress and wrapping my arms around her delicate waist, burying my face into the nape of her neck and pressing soft kisses to it, hopefully waking her up and leading to more kisses, hotter and more intense, as passionate as possible.
Okay, I was hard.
In her sleep she shifted, her shoulders rolling back gently, and she turned onto her back, giving me a perfect view of her side profile. Pink, full, such kissable lips. Her nose was just the right size; her eyes were the most wondrous shade of chocolate brown, and her jawline was just begging for my teeth to nip at it. She was perfect.
“God,” I groaned, and I sluggishly pushed myself up off the bed, my crotch so hard it was painful. I crossed my arms over my torso and yanked off my shirt, dropping it on the floor as I went, and reached for the button of my skinny jeans, undoing it and tugging them down my legs, my boxers following.
I tugged the headband out of my hair and ran my fingers through the waves and curls before turning on the shower and not waiting for the water to warm up.
It was freezing when I stepped inside, but that was what I needed. Cassidy was just so fucking stunning, striking, exquisite, magnificent, and everything else that could be used to describe her as beautiful. It drove me insane; I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that she was mine now, but I didn’t know what to do next.
Was I supposed to ask her out? Act as though she didn’t even exist? Play it cool around her?
No.
I knew that any attempts at what most people in normal situations would do would simply backfire on me.
Because Cassidy and I weren’t people in a normal situation. And she was the kind of person that hated sappy things and that would simply laugh if I tried to do anything romantic. I knew that I had to be original with her, show her I cared about her in different ways, but I just didn’t know how to start.
It was like trying to please an angel, the angel being so superior to you, so out of your league that you had no idea what to do, all of your efforts seeming puny in comparison.
I didn’t know which tactic would work best with her. Just when I thought I had her all figured out, she would shift, and she never ceased to surprise me. Just when I thought I knew what she liked, she did a one-eighty degree and completely shocked me with new emotions, new actions, and new preferences.
But I found it exhilarating. I was so attracted to it.
God, I loved her.
I loved her.
~Cassidy~
“You’re so beautiful.”
He whispered the words, a clean, silent tone; I wouldn’t’ve been able to hear them if all of my senses hadn’t been so painfully accurate at the moment.
I could see every last drop of sweat on his forehead, could taste the spearmint radiating off of him, could smell the hunger in the air; I could hear the thud of his heart, mixing in with my own, so forceful I thought it would slam out of my chest, and I could feel every inch of our naked bodies pressed up against one another.
He leaned down, kissing my lips softly, smiling as he did so. My arms wound around his neck as I kept him there, our teeth playfully nipping at the other’s mouth. The room was dimmed, smelling of a mixture of sweat—a hot, scorching scent—and spearmint—beautiful, cool spearmint.
“I love you so much,” he whispered to me, making my heart jolt. He’d said it so many times before, yet I couldn’t help but to feel a wave of warmth wash over my body whenever the words fell from his lips.
I smiled up at him, my palms sweeping over his neck, his shoulders, down his back, feeling the tense, rigid muscles as he fought to keep himself hovered over me, not crushing me. Under the duvet, our bare bodies were covered in perspiration, gliding against each other effortlessly, as though we were made for one another.
He lined himself up to me, and looked me in the eyes. “Are you ready, beautiful?”
I nodded, closing mine for a moment before having them flash open again, needing to get the words out. “I’m ready,” I breathed, “And Harry?”
“Hm?” he looked at me, his green eyes luminescent in the dim lighting of the room, reminding me of a sparkling jewel in a dark cave—my jewel. He was absolutely gorgeous, the way his lips were curved up in what seemed like a permanent smile, how his hands caressed me, showing me that I was his. It pushed me to say the words.
“I love you too.”
“Fuck!” I screamed, sitting up. Immediately, black spots danced in front of my eyes and my head felt dizzy, and I cursed again.
After a few seconds, the nausea died down, and I fought to get my bearings. I was sitting on my bed, in my room, the duvet curled around my waist. The sky was covered with clouds, but it was light out, and I vaguely remembered settling down for a nap.
Since when did naps give me nightmares?
Was it even a nightmare? I didn’t know. It’s not like it was a bad dream. I hadn’t felt terrified, hadn’t felt insecure, simply joyful and willing, all warm and bubbly. It was like a parallel universe, and I liked it; a lot.
I couldn’t remember the dream anymore. This happened often; as soon as I woke up it seemed to wink out of existence. All I could remember was that it had something to do with Harry. Yet I was able to recognize that I’d been happy in the dream, nothing more. It had disappeared from my mind, completely gone, leaving barely any remains.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I stood up from the bed carefully, not wanting my head to spin again, and raked my fingers through my hair, knowing that it probably looked like a rat’s nest right now. I tugged down the hem of my t-shirt—it had ridden up while I was napping—and fixed my jean shorts.
I began walking over to the bathroom, but a movement in the neighbouring window caught my eye.
I froze, my head snapping all the way to the side, and watching the window intently. What I saw after a moment almost had me crumpling to the floor and curling into a little ball, my brain overriding on sexiness.
There stood Harry in his bedroom, soaking wet. His torso glistened under the light of his room, and there was only a white towel wrapped around his waist, hanging extremely low on his hips. My eyes travelled to the tattoos on his chest and abs, and lower—to the prominent V-lines that disappeared underneath the fluffy material.
A light trail of hair ran from the bottom of his navel down into the towel, making me bite my lip.
My gaze was completely focussed on his torso now. I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to. I had a feeling he’d find me staring sooner or later, but this view was definitely worth it. I could almost feel the pink creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks as I took in his entire, muscular and fit body.
Why was he so good-looking? Seriously, couldn’t I have found someone else that made me just as happy without being more attractive than I was? I knew that wherever he went he would receive female attention; what had happened at the park had only ensured me of that.
My only concern was how he would react to it.
I didn’t think he would cheat.
He brought another—smaller—towel to his hair and bent over, drying the wet curls. When his head was visible again, I couldn’t help but to smile and the extremely tousled locks. He pushed his hair away from his eyes and let out what looked to be a sigh. I tried to keep my heart beating at a regular pace, but it was no use. It was hammering now, and I quickly tore my gaze away from his beautiful body, proceeding quickly into the bathroom.
He seemed to be perfect in almost every way. It made me wonder if my feelings for him ran deeper than just ‘like’ but I knew it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be.
Honestly, if I had felt anything deeper, I would’ve known it by now. I hadn’t even known him that long anyways; there was no way I could adapt to someone and feel that attracted to them so quickly.
I’d known him for how long? Only two months? Yeah, that was nothing.
I’d spent more than half of that time hating him anyways. Nothing here was going on, other than severe ‘liking’.
Wait, now it was severe?
Fuck my life.
I hurriedly entered the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror as I tried to comb away any tangles in my hair and straighten myself out. The girl in the mirror was nothing special. She had simple brown eyes, simple brown hair, freckles, a nose, and pink lips; just your average female that you could pass on the street without sending a second glance.
Her body wasn’t too curvy, but it wasn’t too petite, so straight either. Just average; always average. Her bust wasn’t large or small, just average, her shoulders not too broad, her hips just the average width, her thighs bearing no gap. Everything about her was smack in the middle.
Everything about her was average. She didn’t have any special features added onto her, nothing particularly original that would make you stop and shoot her another glance. Nothing that would catch your eye.
So why was Harry so captured by her?
Maybe he’s got cataracts.
Nah.
It had been two days since I’d seen her. It had been two days since I’d seen her beautiful face, her radiant beam of a smile, her bubbly yet stubborn personality. Two days since we’d watched a movie, since we’d officially become a thing.
They had been the best two days of my life.
Half the time, I’d just been lying in bed, basking in the afterglow of the kiss.
I’d been fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss her every day, to have her wrapped in my arms at that exact moment, to sleep with her in the same bed, to watch her eyes close in ecstasy as our naked bodies rocked back and forth on the mattress. It was unhealthy.
It felt odd, knowing that I was finally free to do that.
There was no sun out, the only shred of light coming from the gray clouds that obscured the blue sky. I thought it would rain soon, but it hadn’t started just yet. I was lying on my bed, my arm slung over my face, covering my eyes and grinning like an idiot.
I sat up suddenly, my craving for her becoming too much to bear. I at least had to see her. I scooted over to the edge of my bed, focussing on the window and hoping she was in her room.
She was.
Lying on her bed, her eyes closed, her body relaxed, probably taking an afternoon nap. She was under the duvet on her bed, one of her hands resting under her head, the other sprawled out carelessly. She was far, but it was as though my heart had demanded my eyesight to sharpen, because I could see every last freckle littering her face.
Her eyelids twitched ever so lightly, her nostrils flaring slightly as she took breaths, the corners of her mouth curved up into the most hidden smile in the world, even more subtle than the Mona Lisa.
God, she was beautiful.
Her dark hair was splayed out across her white pillow, contrasting the material gorgeously.Her shoulders and chest moved up and down as she inhaled and exhaled, making my own chest actually ache, wishing I was there with her, lying on the soft mattress and wrapping my arms around her delicate waist, burying my face into the nape of her neck and pressing soft kisses to it, hopefully waking her up and leading to more kisses, hotter and more intense, as passionate as possible.
Okay, I was hard.
In her sleep she shifted, her shoulders rolling back gently, and she turned onto her back, giving me a perfect view of her side profile. Pink, full, such kissable lips. Her nose was just the right size; her eyes were the most wondrous shade of chocolate brown, and her jawline was just begging for my teeth to nip at it. She was perfect.
“God,” I groaned, and I sluggishly pushed myself up off the bed, my crotch so hard it was painful. I crossed my arms over my torso and yanked off my shirt, dropping it on the floor as I went, and reached for the button of my skinny jeans, undoing it and tugging them down my legs, my boxers following.
I tugged the headband out of my hair and ran my fingers through the waves and curls before turning on the shower and not waiting for the water to warm up.
It was freezing when I stepped inside, but that was what I needed. Cassidy was just so fucking stunning, striking, exquisite, magnificent, and everything else that could be used to describe her as beautiful. It drove me insane; I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that she was mine now, but I didn’t know what to do next.
Was I supposed to ask her out? Act as though she didn’t even exist? Play it cool around her?
No.
I knew that any attempts at what most people in normal situations would do would simply backfire on me.
Because Cassidy and I weren’t people in a normal situation. And she was the kind of person that hated sappy things and that would simply laugh if I tried to do anything romantic. I knew that I had to be original with her, show her I cared about her in different ways, but I just didn’t know how to start.
It was like trying to please an angel, the angel being so superior to you, so out of your league that you had no idea what to do, all of your efforts seeming puny in comparison.
I didn’t know which tactic would work best with her. Just when I thought I had her all figured out, she would shift, and she never ceased to surprise me. Just when I thought I knew what she liked, she did a one-eighty degree and completely shocked me with new emotions, new actions, and new preferences.
But I found it exhilarating. I was so attracted to it.
God, I loved her.
I loved her.
~Cassidy~
“You’re so beautiful.”
He whispered the words, a clean, silent tone; I wouldn’t’ve been able to hear them if all of my senses hadn’t been so painfully accurate at the moment.
I could see every last drop of sweat on his forehead, could taste the spearmint radiating off of him, could smell the hunger in the air; I could hear the thud of his heart, mixing in with my own, so forceful I thought it would slam out of my chest, and I could feel every inch of our naked bodies pressed up against one another.
He leaned down, kissing my lips softly, smiling as he did so. My arms wound around his neck as I kept him there, our teeth playfully nipping at the other’s mouth. The room was dimmed, smelling of a mixture of sweat—a hot, scorching scent—and spearmint—beautiful, cool spearmint.
“I love you so much,” he whispered to me, making my heart jolt. He’d said it so many times before, yet I couldn’t help but to feel a wave of warmth wash over my body whenever the words fell from his lips.
I smiled up at him, my palms sweeping over his neck, his shoulders, down his back, feeling the tense, rigid muscles as he fought to keep himself hovered over me, not crushing me. Under the duvet, our bare bodies were covered in perspiration, gliding against each other effortlessly, as though we were made for one another.
He lined himself up to me, and looked me in the eyes. “Are you ready, beautiful?”
I nodded, closing mine for a moment before having them flash open again, needing to get the words out. “I’m ready,” I breathed, “And Harry?”
“Hm?” he looked at me, his green eyes luminescent in the dim lighting of the room, reminding me of a sparkling jewel in a dark cave—my jewel. He was absolutely gorgeous, the way his lips were curved up in what seemed like a permanent smile, how his hands caressed me, showing me that I was his. It pushed me to say the words.
“I love you too.”
“Fuck!” I screamed, sitting up. Immediately, black spots danced in front of my eyes and my head felt dizzy, and I cursed again.
After a few seconds, the nausea died down, and I fought to get my bearings. I was sitting on my bed, in my room, the duvet curled around my waist. The sky was covered with clouds, but it was light out, and I vaguely remembered settling down for a nap.
Since when did naps give me nightmares?
Was it even a nightmare? I didn’t know. It’s not like it was a bad dream. I hadn’t felt terrified, hadn’t felt insecure, simply joyful and willing, all warm and bubbly. It was like a parallel universe, and I liked it; a lot.
I couldn’t remember the dream anymore. This happened often; as soon as I woke up it seemed to wink out of existence. All I could remember was that it had something to do with Harry. Yet I was able to recognize that I’d been happy in the dream, nothing more. It had disappeared from my mind, completely gone, leaving barely any remains.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I stood up from the bed carefully, not wanting my head to spin again, and raked my fingers through my hair, knowing that it probably looked like a rat’s nest right now. I tugged down the hem of my t-shirt—it had ridden up while I was napping—and fixed my jean shorts.
I began walking over to the bathroom, but a movement in the neighbouring window caught my eye.
I froze, my head snapping all the way to the side, and watching the window intently. What I saw after a moment almost had me crumpling to the floor and curling into a little ball, my brain overriding on sexiness.
There stood Harry in his bedroom, soaking wet. His torso glistened under the light of his room, and there was only a white towel wrapped around his waist, hanging extremely low on his hips. My eyes travelled to the tattoos on his chest and abs, and lower—to the prominent V-lines that disappeared underneath the fluffy material.
A light trail of hair ran from the bottom of his navel down into the towel, making me bite my lip.
My gaze was completely focussed on his torso now. I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to. I had a feeling he’d find me staring sooner or later, but this view was definitely worth it. I could almost feel the pink creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks as I took in his entire, muscular and fit body.
Why was he so good-looking? Seriously, couldn’t I have found someone else that made me just as happy without being more attractive than I was? I knew that wherever he went he would receive female attention; what had happened at the park had only ensured me of that.
My only concern was how he would react to it.
I didn’t think he would cheat.
He brought another—smaller—towel to his hair and bent over, drying the wet curls. When his head was visible again, I couldn’t help but to smile and the extremely tousled locks. He pushed his hair away from his eyes and let out what looked to be a sigh. I tried to keep my heart beating at a regular pace, but it was no use. It was hammering now, and I quickly tore my gaze away from his beautiful body, proceeding quickly into the bathroom.
He seemed to be perfect in almost every way. It made me wonder if my feelings for him ran deeper than just ‘like’ but I knew it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be.
Honestly, if I had felt anything deeper, I would’ve known it by now. I hadn’t even known him that long anyways; there was no way I could adapt to someone and feel that attracted to them so quickly.
I’d known him for how long? Only two months? Yeah, that was nothing.
I’d spent more than half of that time hating him anyways. Nothing here was going on, other than severe ‘liking’.
Wait, now it was severe?
Fuck my life.
I hurriedly entered the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror as I tried to comb away any tangles in my hair and straighten myself out. The girl in the mirror was nothing special. She had simple brown eyes, simple brown hair, freckles, a nose, and pink lips; just your average female that you could pass on the street without sending a second glance.
Her body wasn’t too curvy, but it wasn’t too petite, so straight either. Just average; always average. Her bust wasn’t large or small, just average, her shoulders not too broad, her hips just the average width, her thighs bearing no gap. Everything about her was smack in the middle.
Everything about her was average. She didn’t have any special features added onto her, nothing particularly original that would make you stop and shoot her another glance. Nothing that would catch your eye.
So why was Harry so captured by her?
Maybe he’s got cataracts.
Nah.
Notes
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10/25/15