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She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Isaac against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.

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[Isaac had been minding his own buisness, clearly lost in thought. It surprised him when he was pushed up against the wall, a grunt escaping his lips. Before the teen could say anything, he was being pulled into a kiss, something he honestly didn’t mind. His cheeks burned with a dark red, his body frozen. Isaac was about to kiss back when she pulled away, causing him to stumble forward.]

“ — H-hey…! We weren’t finished!”

She slows her step, doesn’t turn. It had been a dare, just a stupid dare — “well go kiss him then, I dare you, see what happens” — and she doesn’t believe what he says. Except this is /her/; she has to believe him. Because he means it. 

So she turns back, head high. Takes a step back toward him. “Weren’t finished?” she says, teasing, hiding her nerves, pretending with all her might that she knows how to flirt, doesn’t want to throw herself at him — hasn’t wanted that for months, since she saw him at the championship lacrosse game.

“Did you want something more?”

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She laughed again, still breathless, and writhed some more. She could feel him, twitching and spending within her, even as he clutched at her hair, and her toes curled with the sheer ecstasy of it. With the sunlight on their skin, and his breath warm against her cheek … she shuddered beneath him again, dragged into a stronger climax by his.

Isaac released inside of her with a long drawn out moan, breath hitching as his hips rocked down against her. Pushing her head back into his hands and peppering kisses across her face, he moaned with delight as she clenched and quivering around him, her own orgasm fascinating to watch.

After another shudder, she went limp, utterly relaxed against the blankets, hands resting against his back. “I think you’ve killed me,” she murmured with a tiny smile. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

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What that really meant was ‘no’. ‘No, this hurts, stop.’ So she stopped, running the discarded necklace through her hands again. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t mean to bring that up for you.” They didn’t look at each other for a moment, avoiding gazes and pasts and thoughts, and then she cleared her throat 

“So, uh, how long have you lived here?”

Ace tried to force down the annoyance building up inside of him.

But no.

That is his pain. It isn’t up for grabs, up to share with anyone else.

Those are his unshed tears, his figurative wounds that would scab over in time but always leave scars that run deep.

Thankful for the distraction, he answered in one quick breath, “Just a few months. Don’t ask where I was before then.”

“You must’ve moved in while I was gone for spring break,” Summer mused. Until the heat wave, she hadn’t actually paid any attention to her neighbors except to notice that they existed. Well, there was that couple weeks when the folks below her were fighting constantly, and she could hear them through the floor — that had sucked. “Do you go to school around here, or what?”

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It was hard to kiss him and laugh and moan and smile all at the same time. The way he moved, the way they moved together, had her clinging to him, one hand gripping his curls, and whispering his name. She wanted him to feel this good too, and did — something, with her hips and legs, trying to make him cry out her name.

Pleasure was flooding through him as he gazed down at her, framing her head in his hands as his fingers tangled in her fiery locks, eyes adoring and glazed over with lust. “Love you,” he muttered breathlessly into the kiss, grinding down against her, moans and gasps spilling from his lips as she twisted beneath him. “Summer!”

She laughed again, still breathless, and writhed some more. She could feel him, twitching and spending within her, even as he clutched at her hair, and her toes curled with the sheer ecstasy of it. With the sunlight on their skin, and his breath warm against her cheek … she shuddered beneath him again, dragged into a stronger climax by his.

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She trailed obediently behind him, huddling her hood up around her ears. The building was huge, not at all what she expected — but she wasn’t sure what she expected. She stuck very close to him as they went inside. Up the elevator. To the top? And then he pulled open the great metal door, and she stared at the huge window that met her eyes.

Derek waited for her to follow him inside before he shut the door behind her. His eyes looked to where she was staring, shrugging a little. “That window has been broken more times than I can count.” He went over to the kitchen and opened his fridge. “So, what do you want to eat?”

Summer had to peel herself away from the window to answer his question — it wasn’t like she could call over her shoulder to him. Ducking in beside him, she peered into the fridge, and swallowed hard. So many good things to eat. She gave Derek a questioning glance, and picked up an apple. She wanted to ask him something, many things, but here — it wasn’t as easy. Stepping back, she spotted a pad near the fridge and held it up to him.

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She shuddered beneath him, matching his rhythm. They fell into a slow, rippling motion that had her seeing stars almost immediately, coupled with continuous moaning. It wasn’t like the crashing climaxes of previous couplings; it was more inexorable than that, like the best kind of drunk with no fear of hangovers.

He wanted to keep it tender for now, adoring making love with her in the great outdoors, eyes only for her as he gently rocked in and out of her. He could already feel the pleasure flowing through him, curling in the base of his spine as his hips moved against hers, lips turning up into a smile against her mouth.

It was hard to kiss him and laugh and moan and smile all at the same time. The way he moved, the way they moved together, had her clinging to him, one hand gripping his curls, and whispering his name. She wanted him to feel this good too, and did — something, with her hips and legs, trying to make him cry out her name.