"So," ask David, "What do you want to do?"
"Um, it's too late to take a walk around, so...I have an old photo album around here somewhere from high school."
"Sounds cool." You went to a trunk that was in the corner of the room and started to rummage through it. You could feel David's eyes on you. You got the album and turned around.
"Stop looking at my ass." You said playfully. David mumbled something. "What was that?" You asked.
"Nothing." He looked away from you. You though you saw him smirking.
"Oh, no, you said something. Am I going to have to use the Method?" You walked over to David and took one finger and ran it down his side. He immediately started laughing. He fell on the couch, trying to get away from your tickling. You kept doing it until he gave in. "Now, what did you say?" You were sitting on top of David, fingers ready to tickle.
"I said it's hard not to look when its so damn sexy." He started tickling you in the one spot that you were ticklish- behind the knees. You squealed and fell on the floor.
"Stop! Stop!" He stopped tickling you and you lay there for a second, laughing. "Let's look at the album." You sat down on the pillow-bed and David sat next to you. He sat really close to you. You could feel his breath on your neck, and pretended that the goosebumps were because you were cold.
"Cold?" He asked.
"Yeah." You lied. David grabbed the blanket and put it around your shoulders and his own. He moved even closer, to where your shoulders were touching.
"Better?" You didn't say anything, but opened the cover of the album.
"Hey look, its us, Jean, Marie, and your parents." David leaned in to see. You hoped he couldn't hear your heart pounding.
"Oh, yeah. That was when my Dad tried to be cool and put on a barbeque. He ended up setting the hamburgers on fire."
"I remember it rained, and we all had to go inside and watch a movie." A slow smile spread across David's face, and you knew he was thinking about how you and him had sneaked up to his room and Marie had interrupted you. "The look on her face was hilarious." You said.
"How did you know?"
"This is me we're talking about here."
"Oh ya. You could always do that." He smiled. "I miss those times."
"Me too." You felt his breath on your neck again, then the cold shock of metal. "What are you doing?" You spun your head around to face him.
"I'm sorry." He stammered, the smile disappearing from his face. "I couldn't help myself. I won't do it again."
"Why not." He looked at you, than his lips crashed into yours. His arm slipped around your waist and the album fell from your hands. You placed your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His tongue flicked your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You parted your lips and let him in. He lowered you down in a tangle of pillows and blankets. The kiss was perfect; the shocking cold of metal, the warmth of his breath and flesh, the comfort of his hands running up and down your arms, your waist, the softness of his body pressing against yours, and the hardness you felt growing between his legs. You moved your leg, only slightly, so that it brushed against him, and you felt him arch his back. You smiled into the kiss and he pulled back.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just still know how to push your buttons." He smiled and leaned back in.
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