| PART 16 I sit up panting hard. I wipe the sweat off my forehead. They’re starting again. Why are they starting again? I haven’t had a nightmare like that ever since I moved here to Roswell. I get out of bed and head toward the bathroom so I can splash some cold water on my face. I dry myself off and when I’m about to get in bed, I hear a light tapping. I don’t know where it’s coming from at first. Then I realize it’s coming from the outside door. I don’t know who it could be, because nobody knows about that door. I open it and smile. “Hey,” Liz whispers. “Hey,” I say opening the door wider so she can come in. “Did I wake you?” She looks at me. “No, I couldn’t sleep.” I’m glad that it’s dark in here so she can’t see that I’m lying to her. She smiles at me and says, “Then what took you so long to answer the door?” I point in the direction of the bathroom and say, “I didn’t hear you knocking at first.” She laughs “Oh.” She seems like she’s uncomfortable or maybe she’s tense. Then it dawns on me what she is doing here at this hour. Something must be wrong. I take her hand and lead her to my bed. She follows willingly and leans against me once we’re seated on the bed. I wrap my arm around her and ask, “What’s wrong?” I feel a small tremor go through her. I squeeze her tighter to me. “I had a bad dream. I didn’t want to be alone,” she says in a small voice. I lie flat on my back and bring her along with me. “Do you want to talk about it?” I feel her head shake against my chest. “Just hold me.” She wraps her arms around me. Funny, she comes to me for comforting, but she doesn’t know she’s comforting me. *********************************************************************** I let Michael cloak me in his arms. I feel safe and warm here. I don’t want to talk about my dream. I can’t remember it even if I did, but know it was about him. The only things I can recall is I was hurting emotionally and Michael had to choose between me and something else. What I can’t recollect, but I know it wasn’t good. I just hope I’m being paranoid. It doesn’t help that my parents have been back for two weeks now and I’m eager for them to leave again. I can’t wait until I graduate from high school so I can leave all this crap behind me. I don’t want to think about this anymore. Especially since there are things that are more important I can think of. I slide my body up Michael’s and whisper, “If you can’t sleep and I can’t sleep, how about we make each other tired?” “How do you suppose we do that?” he asks with a half smile. “Oh, I don’t maybe a little bit of this.” I trail small kisses up and down his neck. “And a little bit of this.” I nip and suck on his neck and trace my tongue to his ear. “Don’t forget about this.” I lightly blow in his ear and nibble on his lobe. “And a lot of this.” I leave wet kisses around his jaw until I reach his lips where I outline it with my tongue until I hear him moan and that’s when I invade his mouth. Softly caressing his tongue with mine. I pull away slightly so that only our tongues are still touching and I roll my tongue around his. I twist my body so I’m lying on top of him without breaking our kiss. I subtly rock my body against his. One of his hands is fondling my back and the other one is in my hair. I lean my head back and revel in the feel of his hands. I didn’t realize how much I missed them until now. He seizes my neck in his mouth and gently bites it. He trails his lips down to my shoulders and scrapes his teeth lightly across my skin. I moan again louder this time. He meets my mouth for another kiss that drowns out my groans. In between kisses, he whispers, “Shh, you don’t want to wake my dad.” I try to stay quiet, but with every caress, every feel he’s driving me wild. I pull at his shirt in attempts to take it off. I want to feel his skin under my fingers. I want to feel his skin against mine. At first, he resists so I glide down his body staying as close to him as possible. I feel his hands urging me to stop or maybe just slow down, but I don’t want to. Not tonight, tonight I want more. ************************************************************************ She is driving me crazy. It’s taking all my control, not to flip her over and start to undress her. She pulls at my shirt trying to remove it. I know if my body feels hers this close I might lose it. She slides down my body and plants small kisses on my stomach. She stops at my belly button and rolls her tongue around it, every so often dipping into it. It feels erotic the way she does it. I throw my head back and bite my lip to stop from moaning. My mind is fuzzy with passion as she slowly ascends my chest. She stops at my nipples and gently flicks them with her tongue. It takes every ounce of self-control to not take her right now. My body aches for her. She gently bites my nipple and drags her tongue across my skin until she reaches my neck. I don’t remember losing my shirt. She lifts up off me and I immediately miss the warmth of her body against mine. In one swift movement, she takes her shirt off. Seeing her bare chest I gasp. She is more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. She leans toward me and I meet her halfway and assault her mouth with mine. I nibble lightly on her bottom lip. I stroke her back, wanting to feel her soft skin. I trail wet kisses down her neck stopping to nibble and suck. I can hear her moan, but I forgot where I am. All I know is who I’m with and that’s the only thing that matters. I slowly travel up her stomach with my hands until they come to rest on her breasts. I knead them and roll her perfect buds between my fingers, eliciting a moan from her. She captures my mouth and plunges her tongue deep in my mouth. I feel her hands fumbling with the string of my sweatpants and that’s when my senses slowly come back to me. That’s also when I finally hear someone banging on my door. I try to calm my breathing down and say, “Who is it?” “Open this goddamn door,” my father yells from the other side. I look to Liz and see panic in her eyes. I gently lift her off of me and hand her her shirt. I wait for her to get dressed and for my body to cool off. I point to the bathroom and she quietly goes in. I rearrange my pants so no evidence is showing before I open the door for my dad. He glares at me and starts to look around my room. When he doesn’t see anything he says, “What the hell took you so long to answer the door and why is it locked?” “I was a sleep. It is 1 o’clock in the morning. It’s my door. I can lock it when I want,” I answer sarcastically. “What are you hiding and what was all that noise I heard coming from here?” He looks at me angrily. “I didn’t hear anything,” I tell him meeting his glare. He narrows his eyes at me and says, “Get to bed and I don’t want to hear a peep out of this room. You got that?” “Whatever.” I close and lock the door after he turns to leave. I take a deep breath. Liz comes out of the bathroom and says, “I’m sorry for getting you in trouble.” Turn to her and say, “Don’t worry about it. He acts like that all the time.” She comes up and hugs me tight. “Maybe I should go.” She looks up at me with a look that says she really doesn’t want to leave. I smile at her and lean down to gently kiss her. “Stay. Just be good, Okay?” She softly giggles and says, “I promise. I don’t want a repeat of what just happened.” “Neither do I,” I say glancing at the door. I lead Liz over to my bed and we stretch out on the bed. We just hold hands for a while, and then I pull her to me so she can rest her hand on my chest. We fall asleep in that position. |