Surprises. - Internal Confessions.

A Story by My-two-lives

As we left the room, and left everybody playing Super Smash Brothers, we crept silently up the stairs to the landing, and stood there looking at one another for a moment. We smiled awkwardly and began to talk about whatever we could find, the books on the shelves which were packed to burst forth from their confinement, the latest Tumblr posts, how fun Smash Brothers had been, and eventually each other.

She made a stupid joke about my height �" or rather lack of - and we laughed, trying not being too loud and we hugged each other, feeling silly. Suddenly there was an unrelenting silence, and we just looked at each other, in each other’s arms. Without realising, she had backed up against a wall, and I’d been pressed against her as we laughed. Her arms still held me, and my hands rested gently on her hips and without thinking, I moved on impulse and lifted a hand to her face, running the back of my fingers down her cheek. She moved into my touch, blushing, and I let my hand fall to resting gently on the side of her neck. In response she gave a feint surprised smile, and her blush darkened ever-so-slightly. Before I could think about what I was doing, I’d realised that I’d leaned in and was gently pecking at her neck, leaving a line of small short kisses down its small length.

She let out a deep moan, holding my head close to her and running her fingers through my long hair as I continued to kiss her more deeply, feeling a sudden burst of passion igniting from somewhere deep inside of myself. I leaned into her more, and she seemed to welcome it as my hand moved on its own, tenderly running from her shoulder to her small breast, and I gave a gently bite at the end of my latest kiss. She moaned again, which made me grin, and I bite her again, ever-so-gently as to not leave a mark. Her breathing had increased considerably, and she blushed as she ran her leg up the side of mine, her inner-thigh brushing against the outside of mine, which made me blush from surprise.

I pulled away, and the glimmer of disappointment flickered through her eyes for a split second. Cupping the side of her face, I gently held her cheek and she moved her head into my warm touch. I could feel her grip the back of my shirt, and my heart raced. What was this feeling? I wondered, my mind a hurricane, pulling up all of my self-control and sanity.

I gently leaned in and kissed her other cheek, leaving more trails across its breadth, and gave a single kiss on her nose. Her eyes screamed desperately to me, and despite my best efforts, I’m sure that mine replied with all the same. Leaning in, I nervously kissed her lips. Her skin was softer than I’d imagined, and her lips here gentle and sweet-flavoured. She didn’t kiss back, simply stared in disbelief and surprise, the quickly pecked me on the cheek, taking me by surprise, and continued to give short quick kisses down my neck to my shoulder, stopping at the strap of my vest-top, and hugged me close, gripping at the back of my shirt like her life depended on it, and I held her back. There was a voice at the bottom of the stairs, and we jumped; I had to be terribly careful that I hadn’t let out a yelp of surprise. Pushing each other away and trying desperately to turn our breathing back to normal, we struggled with our blushing and heart rates hurriedly, fear that we may have been caught, though it was an impossibility, since we couldn’t have been seen by the bottom of the stairs due to the small wall that followed round from where the stairs ended at the top of the landing. Quietly, my little sister walked up the stairs, as she always does, and I grabbed one of my new books and chucked it into her hands, pretending that I’d been talking to her about it, and my sister seemed to buy my act with weary eyes. I silently prayed and inwardly thanked whatever kind force had saved us, and we smiled at each other again as I released a long sigh and smiled.

We hugged again and I kissed on the cheek, and then I released her and took her by the hand, putting the book back I kissed her on the back of the hand and let her go again. “Let’s go back and join the others” I smiled.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, it struck me that what I’d just experienced hadn’t made me feel bad or negatively at all. But, I began, that would make me bisexual… and fear rushed through me like a wild fire. Not that being bisexual was a bad thing, since I already had other friends which were anything but heterosexual, but still, at the anticipation of somebody finding out it made me shiver. What would they think? What would they do if they found out..?

A hand patter me on the shoulder, and I jumped, and I say her smiling at me shyly and we laughed. It can wait.

© 2014 My-two-lives

Author's Note

I don't even know, just kinda decided to write this. P.S. the picture isn't actually of the two characters used, it's just because it's relevant i guess.