#tac2

Take a chance - WDW fanfic

Chapter 2 - My type

She was leaning against the concrete ledge with nightly Los Angeles in the background. What a vision!

— Have you ever been told that cigarettes are bad for your health? — She looked over her shoulder to see who it was and smiled in the corner of her mouth, turning her attention forward as I laughed low and approached her, noticing she had no cigarettes.

— What are you doing here, baby boy? — She teased, laughing as I stood beside her. — Staying here and smoking passively is also bad. — She joked. — I know you're thinking: did not she come to smoke? I do not smoke. But it's the excuse that I use to get out of some situations and take some time alone to breathe fresh air. — I could understand what she was saying, sometimes it was all I needed. Maybe I'll use the same excuse as her.

— I thought you'd like some company. — I smirked at her and turned my attention forward, watching the illuminated city. It was an image that never tired me, even more nocturnal.

— Breathtaking, isn’t it? — She smiled at the city as well, but then she turned her attention to me and I did the same. — It's been one of my favorite places since I moved here.

— Every time I look at this enlightened city I have a feeling that all dreams can come true, you know? Like everything is possible here in Los Angeles. — I looked at the city again and I could feel her eyes on me. — It never ceases to amaze me.

— Who would say that there is sensitivity in you? — She joked, laughing and I followed.

— I'm not that bad! C’mon! — She laughed, nibbling her bottom lip. Dude, how I wanted to be me biting that mouth.

— I know your fame, Marais. You know you're a public figure, right?

— It could be a wrong image they built about me, have you ever thought about it? — I arched my eyebrow as I looked at her.

—Then prove me wrong. — She said approaching me, leaving our lips inches apart, my gaze lowered immediately to reddish lips. God knows how much I was controlling myself to don’t kiss her at that moment and live up to my fame. I could not give in. It was like putting the cards on the table and delivering the game, proving that she and my fame were right. But how to control myself when she's so close to me? I can feel her breath on my face, mingling with mine, the breath of mint blowing against my lips made me want it even more. She knew very well what she was doing. She wanted to test me and would use all her weapons against me.

— What are you waiting for, baby boy? — She whispered with her lips next to mine, gently touching them on mine as she met my eyes with a playful smile on the corner of her lips. I hated the word baby boy, I was not a little boy, but every time it came from her lips on that way, my body shuddered and made me wish she would repeat those two words to me. Automatically, my hands came to rest on her waist, gripping her firmly, bringing her body closer to mine.

— What do you want from me? — I whispered, looking weak, but it was how she made me feel. Never any girl made me feel this way. I've always been on control of the situation but with her this seems impossible, I do not have a miserable chance against.

She laughed quietly and without giving me an answer. I turned her body against the edge of the rooftop, propping it against the concrete as I laid a long kiss on her chin. For a moment I noticed that she was sighing low, maybe I was starting to turn the tables. I bit her lower lip, pulling it between my teeth until it loosened.

— You don’t know how much I'm controlling myself right now… —  I whispered to her with our lips close and then she laughed. SHE LAUGHED! WHY WAS SHE LAUGHING?