Collision Course(25)
Author: S.C. Stephens

I pulled away from her slowly, one hand snaking around her slim waist to sit at the small of her back, the other sliding from her cheek to finger the thin strap of her dress. "Hey, Barbie, I missed you."

She laughed in kind as her warm hands moved to rest on my chest. "I missed you too, Luc…and don’t call me that."

I chuckled at the familiar argument and pulled my arm tighter, pulling her body flush to mine. I kissed her softly before responding. "Why not?"

Her hand ran up and down my chest, feeling the muscles under my thin shirt. I bit my lip as I watched her eyes follow the path of her fingers. "Because, it implies that I’m fake and plasticky." Her eyes lifted to meet mine and the corner of her lip rose in a wry smile. "And I’m not."

I leaned down to kiss those smirking lips, lingering on the corner, as the smell of her filled me. She was so real. "I know you’re not, Lil…you’re real." I pulled back and gave her a wry grin of my own. "And I think you’re being a little unfair to Barbie."

Her head tilted back in a laugh and her eyes danced with happiness when they met mine again. I swallowed a bit, at the vision of this beautiful woman before me, and I couldn’t quite contain the calmness of my breath. Her body twisted in my arms as she managed to get even closer to me, one of her legs sneaking between mine. "Oh, how am I being unfair?"

I tried to smile, but my breath was definitely faster as blood rushed through my body. She felt real and as always I was super aware of every inch of her that was in contact with me: my hand against the firm contour of her back, her leg against my knee, her h*ps pressed against my thigh, her stomach pressed against mine, her hands running over my chest, her mouth inches from mine.

"Well," I said breathily. "Look at everything she’s done with her life: Doctor, Lawyer, Vet, Teacher…"

She laughed again and brought her nose up to mine, rubbing it against me lightly as our mouths got even closer. "Great. So now I’m plasticky and flighty."

I closed my eyes and sought her lips, finding them ready and eager. We pressed against each other equally, both needing the other, but she pulled back before I could deepen the kiss. Her breath heavier, her eyes filling with desire, she ran her hands up my chest to slink around my neck. "I’m not flighty…I know exactly what I want."

I exhaled heavily at her words, my heart racing. "I want you, Lil."

Her hands reached up to clutch the back of my hair. "I want you too, Lucas."

Without another word, my hand at her shoulder clasped her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. Passion ignited us both and our tender and soft kisses turned into searing and scorching kisses. I leaned back, pulling her with me and let myself fall onto my back. She came with, our lips breaking for a short laugh as, instead of harshly landing on the grass, we landed on the soft mattress of my bed. I rolled her over, my hand slipping up her thigh and under her dress as a cloud passed across the sun, momentarily darkening the section of the field we were still in.

She sighed and arched her back as my hand slid farther and farther up, sliding effortlessly up her creamy skin. Her hands in my hair tangled more, pulling me into her kiss deeper and deeper. Her tongue met and stroked mine, tasting, savoring. She tasted like she always did, she smelled like she always did, she felt like she always did. My hand finally reached all the way up her leg to cup her backside and I groaned softly when nothing impeded its progress; she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

"Oh god, Lil," I muttered, as I dropped my head to the crook of her neck. She moaned lightly and moved her hip against my body. Blood surged straight down to my lower body and I hardened almost painfully. I rocked against her hip and let out a ragged breath. "I’m ready, Lil. I’m finally ready."

I pulled back to look at her, passion in her eyes, her mouth open and waiting for mine. So perfect, so beautiful and so real. "I don’t want to stop this time." She closed her eyes and pulled my hair, roughly bringing my lips back to hers.

As a new intensity seized us, one of her hands let go of my hair and trailed down my body. She snaked it between us, unzipped my jeans and ran a hand along the length of me, wrapping her hot fingers around the me. I groaned and rocked against her firm grasp, biting my lip at the sensation. "Lil…"

My hand cupping her bottom moved around to the front and lightly slid along her slick skin. I gasped at the wetness and muttered something incoherent. She groaned and bucked against my hand and almost unintentionally, my finger slid inside her. She gripped me tighter and I shuddered and rocked against her hand stroking me, simultaneously bringing another finger inside her. She moaned and rocked against me hard. "Luc, don’t stop…"

Barely coherent of anything but the feel of my fingers sliding inside of her and her firm hand sliding along the length of me, I miraculously did notice something. Everything outside of my outdoor bed had stopped. The shadows moving across us stopped. The sounds of the brook beside us stopped. The rustle of leaves high in the trees stopped. The squeaks of the birds calling to their mates stopped. I’m sure even the sun stopped. It was as if the whole world was holding its breath and nothing existed but Lil and I…and this moment. This was the moment we’d never gotten to have in real life. This was the moment we’d finally get to have here, in my dream world. I was sure it was going to kill me afterwards, but for right now…I was ready.

I removed my hand from her, Lil gasping and clutching me close when I did. I gently removed her hand from around me. She looked at me then, her eyes blurry with need. Never breaking eye contact, I slid my jeans down, scrunched her dress up, and moved on top of her. Our clothes vanished at that point and our skin rubbed together, hers, warm and soft as she adjusted herself beneath me. Her hand caressed my cheek and a strange expression crossed her face, almost sad. I paused as I watched the emotion pass over her.

"Lil?"

She bit her lip and nodded and I pressed myself at her entrance, feeling the wet warmth urging me forward. I took a deep breath and Lil did the same, both of us preparing for something bigger than each of us. Leaning in to kiss her, I slowly pressed forward. We both gasped as the tip of me slipped in. It was intense…and only the beginning. I panted against her lips, her breath matching mine, and adjusted myself for that first push.

"Lucas?"

A loud knock on the door and my mom’s insistent voice, instantly brought me back to reality. My mind at least, my body was still struggling with the emotions I’d just left behind. I cursed silently and gulped down air, trying to steady my breathing. I carefully sat up in bed and noted that once again, dreams sometimes equal real life. I was hard as a rock. Great. Nice timing, Mom.

"What?" I said, with what I hoped was a groggy voice.

"Sorry, honey, I need to get going to work…but someone’s here to see you." My mom’s voice through the door was rushed, like she was running late, and I quickly threw out a thanks so she would leave me and my "situation" alone. I wished whoever else was out there would leave too. Then I got nervous that maybe it was Sawyer. I really didn’t need her seeing me like this.

I stood up and tried to think about something other than my dream…like who was visiting at this hour. I didn’t really think Sawyer would come before school and couldn’t help but wonder who would. As the remnants of my dream faded from me, sadness swept through me. That dream had been so real…and new. I’d wanted it to keep going and I’d wanted it to end. The opposite emotions cleared the sleep from my system and…evened my blood flow. By the time I opened my door, I was physically, nearly normal. Emotionally, I was all over the place.

I looked around as I entered into the living room, but I didn’t see my mom anywhere. It was unusual for her to leave without saying goodbye to me face to face. Even if I was still sleeping, she’d crack open the door to look me over before saying goodbye. Whoever was here must have really frazzled her. I wondered who that could be, nervous knots tightening my stomach.

Cautiously, I walked into the kitchen and froze immediately in the doorway, my breath catching.

A body sat at the table, staring at their hands. "Sheriff Whitney?" I said timidly, as I took a step into the room.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen the sheriff since that night, but like always upon first seeing him, memories flooded me. Painful memories. A past tense voice filled my head as I took in his imposing form, dressed in the head to toe tan of his uniform, ‘I’m sorry Lucas…they’re all gone…’ I shoved back that horrid conversation and focused on the present tense version of the sheriff before me.

He turned to look at me as I entered, his steely eyes shifting over my body before resting on my face. I flushed slightly, hoping that my situation had calmed down enough that he couldn’t tell. I didn’t think he’d mention it or anything, but still, it was embarrassing.

I swallowed back my unease and went over to the table, taking the seat opposite him. Curiosity overtook me and I spoke into the still air. "Why are you here?"

I realized how rude my saying that to a man, who, was first and foremost a cop, was, right after I said it. I blushed more, but sat quietly, waiting for some response.

He sighed and ran an aged hand through his silver hair. "Your mom. She told me about what happened at school – your being suspended."

My eyes widened at that. She told him? Him, of all people? A lawman who could possibly…well, I don’t know what he could do about it, so long after the fact, but still, what was she thinking?

"I…um…" I sputtered on my words, not having any idea what to say.

His eyes narrowed at me. "I know you’ve been through a lot, son, more than most your age." He hung his head, our eyes breaking contact and again his past voice entered my brain – ‘they’re all gone…’ I clenched my jaw, holding onto my emotions by a thin thread while he continued. "That night was horrid…for a lot of people." He looked back up at me and I begged my eyes not to water. "But I hope you are smart enough to not go down this path." He shook his head lightly as the steel gaze in his eyes softened to concern. "I’ve seen so many lose their way like that, with drugs or alcohol. Don’t let yourself be one of them, Luc. You’re stronger than that."

My mouth dropped open at his implication. He’d believed I wasn’t drinking that night, but now he thought I was a druggy? "I didn’t… I’m not… " I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Someone slipped me something. I don’t use drugs."

His steel gaze returned. "Yes, your mother said as much." He nodded thoughtfully while I thought about that. My mom had believed me readily when I’d told her someone had dosed me. Of course, she would, she believed everything I’d told her of late. She’d passed that information on to the sheriff, for some odd reason, and he seemed to believe it as well. I wondered what he’d do with that information. Well, whatever he managed to ferret out about the incident, he wouldn’t get the information from me. I wasn’t about to give up Josh’s name – not to the school, or my mom, and definitely not to Sheriff Whitney. I already had enough trouble being accepted in this town, no need to add "nark" to my list of reasons for people to hate me.

The sheriff adjusted himself in his chair, leaning forward over his hands clasped together in the center of the small table. I involuntarily leaned back, maintaining the space between us. "I just hope you’ll think about what I said. Maybe that will shape how you react to this…to all of this." He stood and put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, torn between a desire to yell my innocence, and a desire to burst into tears at the flood of emotions that always resided in me. "It will get better, Luc…you’ll see."