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Title: Maff-ia
Rating: 15.
Part: 17
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
He pulls back slightly, well, no, he pulls his head back, but pushes me back so I’m resting firm on the wall and then squirms his body so he’s in between my legs. Me now being lower than him. He puts all his weight down on me, trapping me in that spot, not that I’m doing much to get out of it.
I tilt my head to one side slightly, looking up to him. He’s looking down at my shoulder, slowly marking a line along where the stitching is with his index finger. I don’t question him, just look at him, observing the beauty he seems to radiate. He turns his face back to mine and smiles softly and cups my face with his hand, running his thumb over my cheekbone before guiding our faces closer again and planting his lips on mine.
I let my hands roam over the small of his gently, and then bring them back to rest comfortably on his hips, making small circular shapes with my index fingers. He giggles into my mouth at this, and pulls back.
Just as I’m about to question it all, he pulls back and I let my hands drop back down to my sides. “Sorry,” he apologizes, I don’t know what for. Why should he apologize for that? It was great! Although by what I gather from his facial expression it wasn’t so great for him.
I know his face isn’t one that I’m pleased about, but saying that I can’t read it properly. All I know is that it’s not good. I don’t get what happened then, and to be honest I don’t think I’ll be able to work it out. From all that - I got that I kiss him. No, I got that he kissed me, and everything seemed right for about half a minute. But what is he sorry for? Oh shit… don’t…
Okay, don’t laugh, I’m actually worried now, you know mafia people? Don’t they have something called ‘the kiss of death’? I wouldn’t have thought it would have been like that, but either way it was a kiss! Maybe… he’d like, brought me up here to give me that, and then… chuck me off the side of the building! It could happen.
I look to him, no doubt with panic washing over my whole body and I know he can sense it too. I ask the question I’m dreading the answer to after several moments of silence. “W-wh-why?”
He sighs heavily, looking down to the floor. “Well… for that. It, well… I…” He trails off and bites at his non-existent nails for a distraction, rather than continuing what he was going to say.
“Why are you sorry?” I question.
“Coz I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong.” He complains, manoeuvring himself so that he’s resting against the bricks again. He bites at his lip nervously, pulling at the bottom of his shirt and rubbing out the folds that have gathered in it. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes again after a while of silence. I don’t get it, if he did that, and it was wrong… then…
“James… I don’t get it.”
He sneers, and turns his body in to face mine. “I’m pathetic,” he states, laughing at himself and shaking his head.
“No you’re n-”
He cuts me off mid-word. “I am, no wonder I’m ‘Mafia-Slut’, eh?” He gives me a light smile, but I can tell his heart isn’t in it. “Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing!” I laugh, to let him know its okay, but he just looks down. “James, look at me.” He doesn’t. “Please?” I sound whiney now, but I figure now is as good a time as any to let this out. He lifts his head up slowly and finally looks at me.
“I think a lot of you James.” He snorts, but I choose to ignore it, and carry on. “I… ever since I’ve been here, the only think that’s been worth it is the time I get to spend with you. You’re great, and when you told me that we couldn’t care… you don’t get how that made me feel… and well, I don’t really know what I’m trying to say to you, James. I just wish I was allowed to care, because I do. I think too much in fact. But, you’re great James.”
“Do you mean that?” His eyes sparkle at me whilst he speaks.
“Scouts honour!” I say, and instantly regret it seeing as how I sounded like a complete and utter twat. Nevertheless is makes him chuckle.
“That’s nice. But I still shouldn’t have kissed you. I mean, I wanted to, but…”
“Do you still want to?”
“Well yeah, but.” I don’t let him finish his sentence I just close the distant between our bodies and press my lips against his. For a moment he kisses me back, like he’s about to fall into it, but then he pulls back. “I’m sorry Matt, I can’t, it’s not that simple.”
“Why isn’t it?” I ask, but know in my head exactly what he’s saying. At least… I think I do. We can’t care about each other; it’s an unwritten law so God forbid anyone breaking it.
“It’s just not! I mean, Matt, I like you, and I shouldn’t because we just can’t.”
“You still haven’t answered the question!” I protest, knowing that I’m sounding a lot harsher than I want to. But I just need to know; especially now this has happened. Before I could just act like my feeling weren’t there, but now they’re out in the open they can’t just sit there. Then another thought pops into my mind. Maybe Charlie has put him up to this like he did before. “Did Charlie ask you to do this?”
“What!? No! I just, this can’t become anything Matt.”
“Then why did you kiss me?”
His mouth opens and closes a couple of times as he thinks over the words he’s going to say in his head. “Because… oh I don’t know, it just happened.”
“No it didn’t. I felt something, and I know you did to. Why are you shutting it out straight away?”
“Because it was stupid that’s why! I’m sorry Matt, but it can’t happen.”
I get tired of talking, especially seeing as he doesn’t come up with any explanations to what he’s saying, he’s just rambling. I pull him back close to me, pressing my lips heavily against his. He mumbles at first, trying to get away, but then he relaxes and brings his arms around to my back. When we pull back he looks at me sadly. I rest my forehead against his.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He complains.
“Oh well, since when did the mafia stick to what they were supposed to do?” I smile softly to him, and take hold of his hand, walking back inside. I hope this doesn’t turn out horribly wrong, because the way I’m feeling right now, I think it might do.
Rating: 15.
Part: 17
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
He pulls back slightly, well, no, he pulls his head back, but pushes me back so I’m resting firm on the wall and then squirms his body so he’s in between my legs. Me now being lower than him. He puts all his weight down on me, trapping me in that spot, not that I’m doing much to get out of it.
I tilt my head to one side slightly, looking up to him. He’s looking down at my shoulder, slowly marking a line along where the stitching is with his index finger. I don’t question him, just look at him, observing the beauty he seems to radiate. He turns his face back to mine and smiles softly and cups my face with his hand, running his thumb over my cheekbone before guiding our faces closer again and planting his lips on mine.
I let my hands roam over the small of his gently, and then bring them back to rest comfortably on his hips, making small circular shapes with my index fingers. He giggles into my mouth at this, and pulls back.
Just as I’m about to question it all, he pulls back and I let my hands drop back down to my sides. “Sorry,” he apologizes, I don’t know what for. Why should he apologize for that? It was great! Although by what I gather from his facial expression it wasn’t so great for him.
I know his face isn’t one that I’m pleased about, but saying that I can’t read it properly. All I know is that it’s not good. I don’t get what happened then, and to be honest I don’t think I’ll be able to work it out. From all that - I got that I kiss him. No, I got that he kissed me, and everything seemed right for about half a minute. But what is he sorry for? Oh shit… don’t…
Okay, don’t laugh, I’m actually worried now, you know mafia people? Don’t they have something called ‘the kiss of death’? I wouldn’t have thought it would have been like that, but either way it was a kiss! Maybe… he’d like, brought me up here to give me that, and then… chuck me off the side of the building! It could happen.
I look to him, no doubt with panic washing over my whole body and I know he can sense it too. I ask the question I’m dreading the answer to after several moments of silence. “W-wh-why?”
He sighs heavily, looking down to the floor. “Well… for that. It, well… I…” He trails off and bites at his non-existent nails for a distraction, rather than continuing what he was going to say.
“Why are you sorry?” I question.
“Coz I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong.” He complains, manoeuvring himself so that he’s resting against the bricks again. He bites at his lip nervously, pulling at the bottom of his shirt and rubbing out the folds that have gathered in it. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes again after a while of silence. I don’t get it, if he did that, and it was wrong… then…
“James… I don’t get it.”
He sneers, and turns his body in to face mine. “I’m pathetic,” he states, laughing at himself and shaking his head.
“No you’re n-”
He cuts me off mid-word. “I am, no wonder I’m ‘Mafia-Slut’, eh?” He gives me a light smile, but I can tell his heart isn’t in it. “Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing!” I laugh, to let him know its okay, but he just looks down. “James, look at me.” He doesn’t. “Please?” I sound whiney now, but I figure now is as good a time as any to let this out. He lifts his head up slowly and finally looks at me.
“I think a lot of you James.” He snorts, but I choose to ignore it, and carry on. “I… ever since I’ve been here, the only think that’s been worth it is the time I get to spend with you. You’re great, and when you told me that we couldn’t care… you don’t get how that made me feel… and well, I don’t really know what I’m trying to say to you, James. I just wish I was allowed to care, because I do. I think too much in fact. But, you’re great James.”
“Do you mean that?” His eyes sparkle at me whilst he speaks.
“Scouts honour!” I say, and instantly regret it seeing as how I sounded like a complete and utter twat. Nevertheless is makes him chuckle.
“That’s nice. But I still shouldn’t have kissed you. I mean, I wanted to, but…”
“Do you still want to?”
“Well yeah, but.” I don’t let him finish his sentence I just close the distant between our bodies and press my lips against his. For a moment he kisses me back, like he’s about to fall into it, but then he pulls back. “I’m sorry Matt, I can’t, it’s not that simple.”
“Why isn’t it?” I ask, but know in my head exactly what he’s saying. At least… I think I do. We can’t care about each other; it’s an unwritten law so God forbid anyone breaking it.
“It’s just not! I mean, Matt, I like you, and I shouldn’t because we just can’t.”
“You still haven’t answered the question!” I protest, knowing that I’m sounding a lot harsher than I want to. But I just need to know; especially now this has happened. Before I could just act like my feeling weren’t there, but now they’re out in the open they can’t just sit there. Then another thought pops into my mind. Maybe Charlie has put him up to this like he did before. “Did Charlie ask you to do this?”
“What!? No! I just, this can’t become anything Matt.”
“Then why did you kiss me?”
His mouth opens and closes a couple of times as he thinks over the words he’s going to say in his head. “Because… oh I don’t know, it just happened.”
“No it didn’t. I felt something, and I know you did to. Why are you shutting it out straight away?”
“Because it was stupid that’s why! I’m sorry Matt, but it can’t happen.”
I get tired of talking, especially seeing as he doesn’t come up with any explanations to what he’s saying, he’s just rambling. I pull him back close to me, pressing my lips heavily against his. He mumbles at first, trying to get away, but then he relaxes and brings his arms around to my back. When we pull back he looks at me sadly. I rest my forehead against his.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He complains.
“Oh well, since when did the mafia stick to what they were supposed to do?” I smile softly to him, and take hold of his hand, walking back inside. I hope this doesn’t turn out horribly wrong, because the way I’m feeling right now, I think it might do.