Owen shut the door behind them, a little relieved that they'd managed to avoid his father. He chewed on his bottom lip, looking up at her and leaning against the door.
Owen peered at her, tentatively setting on hand on the other side of her, leaning over her. "That's okay," he said, trying to understand. "You don't always have to know."
"Take me, then," was her soft response, her eyes falling shut, arching her willowy body into his. It wasn't fair that she let herself come to this, that she treated him this way.
He took took deep breaths, feeling tiny shock run through his body as she arched under him, her small frame against his. He lunged forward, catching her lips in a hungry kiss. He couldn't say no to her or his own fierce desire.
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"Can we just lay here?"
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"Are you tired?"
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"I want..." he whispered, his face flushing. He settled closer, his hips meeting hers. "I want you."
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He got the disk in without too much trouble, though, returning to crawl into bed next to her again. "Root beer?" he offered.
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"I 'm glad you stayed."
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