Mundane Encounter

He laid his head on my chest and put his arm over my stomach. I gently held his forearm, rubbing small circles with my thumb. My other arm supported his head and wrapped around his back, my hand resting on his shoulder. My fingers moved on instinct and massaged his shoulder. 

We were both silent for a moment and just breathed, content. Every so often we would focus back in on the TV and chuckle, but that was never our main focus. 

His breathing relaxed. I looked down at his face and smiled to myself, knowing he would be asleep soon. I moved my hand from his shoulder to his head, my fingers moving in small circles over his scalp. After a few minutes his breathing deepened. My fingers continued to work as I focused on the TV.

At least, until he let out a small groan and opened his eyes. 

"Sorry, I was falling asleep." He said sheepishly. I gave a small smile. 

"It's okay." I said quietly. We went back to silence. It was almost strange to me. How normal this felt. How simple. Just hearing each other breathe. Feeling our bodies connect in this way as we laid there. 

A few minutes passed until I felt him shift. He pressed a kiss into my neck. My heart raced, my breath quickening. He tilted his head further up until our lips connected. 

At first it was just a peck. But he came back again, his mouth working with mine. He opened his mouth and took hold of my bottom lip, sucking. I groaned involuntarily. I opened my mouth wider to receive him better. 

The longer we kissed, the bolder I got. We worked in tandem. I would suck on his top lip as he worked on my lower one. I trailed my tongue hungrily, searching for more, wanting to taste him. 

He deepened the kiss, becoming a little rougher. He collided his mouth with mine, just as hungry as I was and I responded in turn. As we continued, his hands began to roam over my body. His hand grasped my thigh, moving between fondling and then trailing gentle fingertips to the bottom seam of my shorts. 

I sighed in his mouth, and he quickened the pace. I moaned as he kissed me and we continued this torturous game. His hand moved its way up, grasping my breast. He moaned, and suddenly something awoke within me. I leaned into his touch, wanting, needing more. 

And then he was gone. Our lips parted from each other and his hand went back to resting on my waist. We both sat, our breathing shaky, just needing a moment to take it in. 

"You do things to me." He said with a sigh and a slight shake of his head.

"Sorry." I said in a squeak. He leaned in, and suddenly his hand was back at my breast. I let out a small gasp. His hand worked its way across my chest, my nipples hardening from the stimulation. Kisses trailed down my neck were my sweet demise. The tingles danced a tango across my skin and engulfed my senses. My head tilted up to give him more access. He let out a slight chuckle.

"Does that feel good?" 

"Yes." I breathed, whimpering. 

"See, I do it to you too. Now we're even." He gave me a last kiss on the cheek and leaned in close, his body almost flush to mine. 

"Don't worry, I'm gonna break you in half one day. Just say the word." He said, and then he was gone, retreating to his room and leaving me a bundle of nerves on my bed.