~heya all, tis the ‘penultimate’ chapter of LTD! Hehe, and it’s the bath chapter, wahoo!! Hope ya like, and omggggg this one contains one of the cheesiest lines EVA written, lol, see if ya can spot it! It’s v Christian tho, so that kinda condones it, hehe. Also to warn ppl there’s an ADG bit at the end of the chapter. The other thing I wanted to say was, well, over the last few weeks, I’ve had more ppl than eva come out of nowhere really, to say how much they love LTD. And maybe that strikes me as really weird now espesh as I don’t really like it anymore, and I just can’t see what you guys see in it! So um, out of curiosity more than anything, if you do read this fic, if you could just leave a msg saying why you like it so much?! Haha, this isn’t a cheap trick to get more reviews *cough, cough* SERIOUSLY, I wld love to know what you guys all see in it, lol, I’m a little baffled! Neways, if ya have a min to do that, it wld be great. Other than that, hope every1 is gd, and those who still have exams to go, persist and achieve! Hehe, and enjoy LTD! Kate xxx~

Chapter 28

I was still worried that Christian wasn’t telling me the whole deal.

He still seemed shy around me, and quiet, ever since I’d reacted funnily towards him when he’d touched me before. I was beginning to wonder if I had overreacted and made too much of a big deal out of it- I mean, it wasn’t thaaaat bad! We’d had sex for Godsake, why couldn’t he touch me wherever he wanted?

But I couldn’t help it if I’d felt uncomfortable when he’d done it. It had just put me on edge; I hadn’t liked it. Don’t ask me why I’d felt uncomfortable when he’d done that, I just did. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him I wanted to be alone- I’d ineffectively pushed him away and now he felt shut out and isolated.

I hadn’t meant to make him feel like that, so I wanted to bring him closer again when we had this bath together. Never had a bath with a guy before! But I was going to give him lots of attention, lots of kisses and cuddles, and hopefully, open him back into my life again.

I poured the boiling hot water from the kettle into the two cups to make the coffees, and as I did, I thought about his comment on it being too early for wine.

A grin teased at my face. I wonder if it was too early for chocolate…?

I put the kettle down and added the various milk and sugar supplements as appropriate, and all the time I thought about the prospect of feeding him chocolate, and it began to sound more and more appealing.

I started looking through the cupboards seeing if I could find any, and when I did, I wasn’t completely sure what to make of it- it was a bar of what was seemingly Norwegian chocolate, but figuring all chocolate was probably the same anyway (except white of course, which is just gross), I tucked it under my arm and then picked up the two steaming mugs and headed back into the bedroom again.

It was empty; and I could hear running water from the bathroom- I loved the sound of running water, it was so soothing and then just the thought of warm bubbly water and Christian sounded heaven!

I walked over to the door and peeked inside.

Christian was in there, near the bath, running it for us, and he’d put his boxer shorts back on now, and he had his back to me.

Giggling ‘cos he looked so cute stood there, I sneaked in and put the cups of coffee and the chocolate onto the floor quietly and then tip-toed up behind him and slipped my arms around his waist, snuggling up to his back.

“Ello!” I said, grinning. He smelt so lovely! And the hot water from the bath was making the whole room have a cosy atmosphere about it.

He held onto my hands with his, but just kept an eye on the bath filling up, not saying anything to me.

I frowned, my worries returning a little, and I leant forward slightly and started planting little kisses all over his back, hoping that would ease him a bit more, but he just ended up leaning forward himself and pulling away from me to check the temperature of the water and to stop it before it overflowed.

I bit my lip, feeling a little panicky, and stood there kind of awkwardly, wondering what to do. I didn’t get the feeling he was ignoring me or was angry; just that he wasn’t being very… affectionate?

I held my arms tightly to my waist and let my eyes drop to the floor. Okay Kate, don’t be stupid and cry! Just because you’re not getting any attention. You bloody deserve it anyway for being so weird and insensitive around him. He gave you some attention, but you just shunned him, and now you expect it back again? Just like that?

The way you want it to be- everything has to be the way I want it, what I feel comfortable with, and what’s best for my needs. Because I was the one who made all the decisions in the relationship, was the one who decided if we slept together or not… and when I don’t get my own way, I sulk.

Pretty pathetic, really. Wasn’t I ever going to let him do what he wanted? Although, if I did let him do what he wanted, that frightened me, ‘cos I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

I wish I was more experienced in relationships, I really did.

I didn’t hear the water stop running.

“You okay?”

I looked up at him, into his face that looked completely straight and calm, no emotions showing at all, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that.

I wish I knew what he felt; who he really was. I just felt like there was this huge barrier between us, and argh… I dunno… I felt like all the closeness had gone.

What was I doing here?

“Kate?” He took a few steps towards me and took my hands away from my waist, freeing my defence slightly. “What’s matta?”

“I’m sorry I acted weird before,” I said to him. “I didn’t mean to… just I do that sometimes. And I didn’t mean to push you away… I didn’t mean it to end up like this.”

“Like what?”

“All… funny between us.”

He smiled, and put his hands on my shoulders. “Things aren’t funny.”

“Yes they are! There’s this weird barrier between us now,” I explained.

“That’s probably,” he said, pulling me to him, and taking on a wise tone in his voice, “because we had sex.”

“Well I want it to be like this everytime we have sex!” I half- whined, and he laughed.

“Sweetheart, don’t worry about it! Of course it won’t! It’s just new, that’s all. See- am picking things up from you now!”

I tilted my head up at him. “So you okay with me?”

He smiled a warm smile. “Of course I’m okay! You’re beautiful.” He stroked my hair gently, and then gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Wouldn’t a hot bath relax us a little bit?”

That made me smile. “I hope so!”

“Good… want to see you smiling again,” he said, looking down at me, and just his eyes on my body made me shiver.

“I made the coffees,” I said to him, making him look into my eyes again.

“Yeah?”

“And… I brought some chocolate too,” I blushed slightly.

His eyes lit up, though. “You did?!”

“Thought it’d be nice to, erm, y’know- feed.”

Okay, this was really embarrassing now.

I didn’t feel so in control anymore, and it was kinda humiliating!

“That sounds like a fab idea,” he whispered to me, slipping his hands down to my waist and holding me tight. “Norwegian chocolate is always the best.”

“Well I didn’t see any more, so thought it would do!” I grinned up at him, pleased he liked the idea.

“I think we have the same mind,” he said, looking down at me.

I laughed. “You know what? That’s truer than you think!”

What with what we think about our relationship, and all…

He smiled down at me, playing with the material of the shirt, and I took in the full aroma of the room.

“Mmm, the bath smells nice,” I commented dreamily.

“Well I made it nice and bubbly for us!” He grinned, and I looked over his shoulder a second and it did look all foamy and inviting!

“All we’re missing now is champagne,” he grinned at me, and I laughed at him.

“Okay, if we start drinking glasses of champagne in the bath I shall start to believe I am in a Kylie Minogue video!”

He laughed. “What- I should be so lucky?!”

“It’s very sad you know that, Christian,” I laughed.

He shrugged. “Blame Ben, he has a crush on her.”

I raised my eyebrow at him. “Ben has a crush on Kylie Minogue?”

“He does indeed.”

“Isn’t she a bit old for him?” I laughed. “Shouldn’t he be lusting over Britney Spears?!”

“No, he leaves that to me,” Christian said, with an evil glint in his eye.

“Hmmm, so you fancy Britney, do you?” I said, suspicious.

“I think she’s a lovely girl.”

“Who else do you fancy?” I asked, a little unnerved, especially when he began listing them off.

“Oh- Britney, Charlize Theron, Cameron Diaz, Denise Richards, Beyonce…”

“Okay, okay, stop!” I said, silencing him. “I get the picture. Kate amongst a load of glamorous famous women.”

He smiled at me and pulled me to him. “You know it’s only you I want,” he said into my ear, and began brushing his lips ever so slightly against the side of my face.

“You know, you’re lucky, I don’t really have many crushes on famous guys,” I pointed out, desperately wishing he’d do more than just brush his lips against the top of my ear.

“So am I the only one?” He asked me, looking at me direct.

“You’re the only one,” I replied truthfully.

“Ditto.” And our lips finally met and we began to kiss, freely and openly against each other’s mouths, and just the thrill of being close to him again made it an even more pleasurable experience.

I slid my tongue across his and he responded, pulling me even closer to his semi-naked body so I could put my arms around him too, and it really seemed like heaven.

Our passion was only stopped when he slowly broke away from me and said, “you know- the bath’ll be getting cold.”

“Better get in it then!” I grinned back.

A huge beam suddenly spread across his face and he looked down at me, a new kind of intent evident in his eyes.

“Whaaaat?” I said lengthily, and wondering what was up.

He looked back up at me. “That means I get to undress you again.”

“Well, yes… that would be an idea!” I laughed.

He began stroking the back of my head fondly. “I love undressing you,” he whispered, and then he paused, letting his hands run down to the top button of the shirt and then resting there a moment as we made split-second eye contact before he slowly began to unbutton it. “Because I can always feel you shake beneath me.”

He unbuttoned each button with so much ease and gentle caress that I did feel myself shaking as he did it; even more when he made that comment, and made me self-conscious to the fact.

In fact it made me tremble all over just him touching me, even though I’d had my shirt off for the majority of the morning, I still felt my heart beat away when he did it; it was still so new, and because he did it in such a slow, particular way, it was even more thrilling.

When it was loose, he slid it off my shoulders so it fell onto the floor and then grinned back at me, inviting me to help properly undress him completely too, and soon we were both stood there ready to get in the bath.

I stood studying it a second, as he had his arms around my waist stood behind me, swaying me gently, wondering- stupidly enough- how the hell we got in.

“So… how’s this going to work?” I said slowly, trying to guestimate the size of the bath.

When all of a sudden, he just took my legs from underneath me, scooped me up, and before I had a chance to complain, put me in amongst the warm water and the soapy bubbles!

I lost my breath for a second as my body adjusted itself to the new temperature- it came as quite a shock, actually.

I was suddenly wet.

I looked up at him, my mouth now in the shape of an O, and he crouched next to me beside the bath, a big grin on his face.

I glared at him a half second and then scooped a load of soapy froth onto his face in annoyance.

“You are so rude!” I exclaimed.

He struggled to wipe the foam off and I couldn’t help but giggle at him, especially with it all over his nose.

“Now that wasn’t very-” he laughed, “nice, was it?”

I laughed even more at the prospect of him getting soap in his mouth. “You deserved it- shoving me in here!”

“Well you wanted in, so I put you in.”

“You coulda told me!”

“It was a surprise,” he said, still wiping the soap off. He looked at me. “Has it all gone now?” He checked.

I grinned- he still had little trances of it around the top of his nose and cheekbones, so I leant over and softly brushed it off for him.

“You know- if that was cream I’d have licked it off for you,” I grinned cheekily at him.

He rested his arms on the edge of the bath and raised his eyebrows at me. “Is that so?”

I giggled, suddenly liking the bath and how warm I suddenly was and how lovely all the bubbles were around me- but there was something missing.

“Come in the bath with me,” I urged him, putting on my cutesy face and tilting my head at him. “It’s nice.”

“How do I know you won’t attack me with bubbles?” He asked, warily.

I laughed. “Well you won’t know unless you find out!”

He still didn’t look very certain, so I laid back and did my best seductive pose!

“Please?” I said.

“Oh, okay,” he sighed, slowly standing up, and I laughed and sat up again too, to make more room.

I knew there was no way he could resist me!

He cautiously got into the bath next to me, he could do it slowly so he had a chance to adjust to the heat, whereas I was just thrown in at the deep end… so speaking.

I looked up at him as he got in, feeling sudden little rushes inside of me, and when he sat down opposite me, I pulled him to me and gave him the most loving kiss I could muster.

“What was that for?!” He laughed, as I pulled away, grinning.

“No reason!” I said. “Just think you’re wonderful.”

“Hmmm,” was all he said, and I giggled, and put more foam on his face.

“You said you wouldn’t do that anymore!” He complained, and I laughed at how vulnerable he looked sitting there.

“I’m sorry- I couldn’t help it!” I said, and leaned closer so I could blow the light wisps off his skin.

“You’re still not being very nice to me,” he pouted, and I laughed.

“I gave you a kiss- what more do you want?!”

His eyes lit up, and then I caught his drift, and cried, “no!”

He laughed. “Okay, okay- I won’t, don’t worry.”

“I am not having sex in the bath,” I stated firmly.

“Awww, it’s fun,” he gently pleaded, teasing.

“I really don’t wanna know!”

“You know I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to,” he said back at me sincerely, and I half smiled at him, leaning back against the water.

I actually had more room than I thought; there was plenty enough space for the two of us in here, without it being too crowded and still intimate; and all the bubbles and warm, refreshing water made it seem so cosy and enjoyable.

“Your bath’s bigger than I thought it was,” I commented.

“I know- plenty of room for movement!” He grinned, and I gave him a look, and splashed him gently.

“Trust you to say that.”

“Well it’s true.”

“I already said- do not want to know!” I said, raising my voice and my hands in a definite stop right there.

He grinned at me, and I just sat back and relaxed. It was so peaceful here, all around me I had a warm sensation and I could, if I wanted to, touch my toes with his, so it was perfect. Sat back now, I could look at the situation in perspective- I was in the bath with Christian a1.

I really should stop doing that.

Adding the ‘a1’.

It freaks me out too much.

Forcing myself to think “just Christian, just Christian, just Christian” I fully began to relax against the gentle slope of the bath (wahoo- he got tap side!) and almost wanted to close my eyes, the warm gentle water lapping over me was so rhythmically soothing and was putting me to sleep…

“You have no idea how gorgeous you look laying there,” he spoke to me, and my relaxed eyelids widened and looked at him, he looked so unbelievably cute; sat up looking over me with a caring smile.

I blushed. “The water’s nice.”

“Well I made it just right.”

“All you need now is a Jacuzzi!”

He laughed. “I can never satisfy you!”

I interpreted that completely the wrong way- couldn’t satisfy me how…?

“I’ve never been in a Jacuzzi before,” I added, softly.

“Well, when you come away with me one time with a1 I’ll promise to take you to a nice hotel, and we can have everything you want- lovely big bed, breakfast in bed, champagne, the lot.”

My eyes shone in delight. “Would you really take me somewhere with you?”

“Of course I would!” He replied defiantly. “Where would you wanna go?”

“Anywhere?!”

“Anywhere in the whole world.”

Oh wow, now this was amazing. I’d always wanted to travel. Ever since when I was about 9 or 10 and I discovered the Atlas. And of course, when you watch as many F1 races as I do, you get to see all the different places they go to, see all the little snippets of the sights, the culture, the atmosphere- some of the places just looked amazing.

But there was one place that I was in love with. One place that as soon as I’d seen The Beach at the cinema when I was 14, it was the only one place that I wanted to go.

“Thailand.”

“Thailand?”

“Yeah. It’s my dream to go there,” I told him.

He smiled at me. “Well, that’s easily done. We’re huge in Thailand- we’re going there in… August, I think.”

“August?!” Oh my God, this was a fantasy. Literally.

“Yeah, I think we’re heading over to Asia around then. Mind you, we won’t just be in Thailand,” he said to me. “We’ll be in Singapore, Japan, Malaysia… but it’ll be fun.”

I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing! All these fantastic, exotic places- oh my God!!

“But… but you’ll be busy. With a1,” I said- that was the thing that was in the way.

“Not every night I won’t be,” he said, gently stroking my leg.

“But I’ll get in the way.”

“You so will not. I’d love having you out there- you’d be fulfilling a dream and I’d be out there continuing mine. We’ll be working in harmony- I think it sounds wonderful.”

“Yeah- but will we still be together in August?” I raised another key question.

“You know I wanna believe that we’ll be together forever,” he said, looking at me seriously.

A huge chorus of ‘awwww’s!’ were going off in my head, and I felt so incredibly touched, just looking at him there, he cared for me so much.

Argh, I still couldn’t bring myself to believe that he loved me…

“If you want me to go, and I’m not gonna be a bother- then I’d love to go,” I told him.

“Then it’s a date!” He grinned at me. “In August you’re coming to Asia on a Summer holiday with me.”

“And a1.”

“And those idiots.”

I laughed. “Are you busy with a1 this week?”

“Aren’t I always?!” He laughed. “Yeah, it’s not too bad. Haven’t checked the schedule since Thursday, but I think we’re in the studio and then-” he stopped suddenly, a thoughtful yet worried look casting a shadow over his face. “Oh no.”

“What’s the matter?” I sat up, hearing the water splash a little, but looking at him concerned.

“I think we’re going to Holland.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!”

He looked back up at me and took my hand. “Don’t worry- it shouldn’t be for long!” He gave me a weak smile. “You’ll have to get used to me being away like this.”

I was still a little thrown. He was off around Europe- tomorrow?! God, I hadn’t even thought about us after today. I just presumed I’d miss him ‘cos I’d been with him all weekend… but what was I really going to miss once I returned to my flat and University again?

“You okay?” He checked.

I smiled at him. “Yeah- I’m fine! Don’t go for too long, okay?”

“Promise.” He kissed me. “I think I’m back on Wednesday.”

“What are you doing over there?”

“Just promo and stuff,” he shrugged. “a1-y things. I’ll miss you, though. I bet I draw up a huge phone bill.”

I laughed. “Calls from Holland?!”

“I’ve never been away from someone so important before,” he said, returning to a serious note, “other than my family. It’ll be strange.”

“It’s not as if we’d have seen much of each other if you were in London anyway,” I pointed out. “I have Uni, you’d still be doing a1… don’t worry, we’ll meet up again later on.”

“Suppose we better enjoy what time we have together now,” he said to me.

“I suppose we do.”

He grinned and pushed his mouth back onto mine and we kissed a little before a thought intruded my head, and I pulled away sharply.

“Shit!” I giggled.

‘What?” He said.

“We left the coffee and the chocolate on the floor!” I laughed again.

“Ohhhhh maaaaan!” He turned to look, and there they were, just near the door. Which we’d forgot to close as well.

Haha- soooo unorganised!

I laughed at how stupid the whole thing was, as he rose to get up and out to fetch them.

“Noooo,” I said, holding his arm down and making him sit back in the bath. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll make us some more coffee later. Bet it’s cold now, anyway.”

“But I was looking forward to you feeding me chocolate!” he pretended to sulk, and then gave me a little grin.

I laughed, and gently splashed him with the warm water.

“You’ll just have to wait!”

“I suppose we can go back to doing what we were doing before…” he suggested slowly to me, grinning, sliding back over to me.

I smiled and tilted my head. “Yes?”

He just grinned knowingly back, and took my head with his hands and pulled me to him so we could start kissing again.

And that’s how we stayed for- I don’t know how long- just sat in amongst the warm pool of water that reached up to our arms, and made an invisible mark there; the warm steam which gently heated the room making it seem like a wet, tropical atmosphere.

What a way to spend a Sunday lunchtime! All the people over the world now who were asleep, having a roast dinner, reading a book, watching the mind-sucking Sunday television… darts? Rugby? Who cared.

I was having a wonderful time here, having a bath with my boyfriend; we were still getting to know each other and it was just indescribably perfect.

And then when our lips weren’t touching one another’s we really talked. It was so nice- we spoke about lots of really random things, without ever getting too deep or touching on a sensitive subject as to not upset each other and start off an unwanted row.

And we learnt things about each other- I learnt more about what his family were like, and what he liked to do in his spare time; he seemed to mention music a lot, but rarely brought up a1.

And then I learnt what kind of things he listened to, watched, read, ate, drank, places he went to… and it really warmed me, no pun intended, when I found out how religious he was.

“You think there’s a God?” I asked him.

“Of course I do,” he replied, with an unwavering firmness. “He’s up there and he’s looking over us.”

“A lot of my friends don’t believe in God,” I said to him. “It’s not that they’re atheists- or anything- more agnostic… I guess it’s an open mindedness. That there could be other origins to the beginning of life.”

“Like the scientific view?”

“Yeah. That’s it mainly, isn’t it? Religion and science. Who wins.”

“Religion,” he answered simply. “Science is a load of cold facts.”

I laughed. “Adam and Eve is much nicer isn’t it?”

“It’s not about which is the nicer story- between Adam and Eve and the Big Bang- the Big Bang is just like- a huge explosion, and everything fell into place, then there was evolution. Adam and Eve doesn’t deal with that- it’s about people’s human nature, emotions- trust.”

“What about the story of creation then?” I posed. “Against the Big Bang?”

“What- either everything shaped from an explosion or God creating it all?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmmm,” he said. “That’s like saying did humans come from the earth or did they come from apes.”

“If they came from apes then did God make the apes first?” I grinned.

“Nah- ‘cos Adam was a man,” Christian said.

“But God made animals before humans.”

“God made Adam from clay.”

“So you are definitely religious?”

He laughed at me. “Okay- this is getting slightly complicated now! You’re asking me what I think is right, and what I believe.”

“Well what do you believe?” I asked.

“I believe,” he said, bringing me closer to him, “that if you’re Eve, and I’m Adam, then I live in the Garden of Eden everyday.”

“Awwww!” I cooed, and then I laughed. “You are so cheesy!!”

“Nah, you haven’t met Mark yet,” he grinned at me.

“But you’re too smooth!” I giggled at him. “’I am Adam and you are Eve’!” I mimicked.

“I shall write a song about it,” he said seriously, smile on his face. He seemed proud enough!

“Oh God,” I grinned. “So who’s God then? The bus?!!”

He laughed. “Yes, God is the bus.”

“Wow- what a bus!” I grinned, sarcasm high now and burst out laughing.

“I’ve never had a conversation like that with a girl before,” he said, looking at me with pure admiration. “I can never talk to anyone about things like that.”

I smiled. “Me neither. It’s nice,” I nodded.

And then after we’d learnt even more about each other and liked the findings, we had a fun time deciding to wash each other (in which I had another soap fight with him- PROVOKED I TELL YOU!) and then when the water began to turn lukewarm, we slowly came around to the prospect that we had to get out.

“You’re not gonna throw me out onto the floor are you?” I asked him warily, narrowing my eyes and clutching the side of the bath for protection.

He laughed. “Nooo- I won’t do that.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I smiled weakly at him, but made him get out of the bath first. Wasn’t going to trust him with my body again anytime soon!

“I hate getting out of the bath,” I whined. “It’s always the worst part.”

He smiled at me, helping me out, and at once the cool air touched my warm skin and sent cold shivers all over me. Ughhhh, hate it, hate it, hate-

“Come here.”

I tried to warm myself quickly with my arms as he took a huge white towel from the rack and then held it out, making me go to him and then he wrapped it around the both of us, pushing us together in the process. But I was warm now and I didn’t care about it; it was also a really nice feeling to be wrapped up in a towel with him!

“Okay?” He checked with me, and I looked up at him and grinned.

“Yes, am all cuddly!”

He smiled down at me. “Your hair’s all damp,” he said softly.

“Yours is too.”

We grinned at each other for a bit longer, I wanted to touch him but I just felt that if I moved I’d knock the towel off, and he was holding it around us anyway, so he couldn’t move, either. We just had to stare at each other, and after a while the grins faded and we were just looking deep into each other’s eyes; I was looking at all the different shades of green in his, and I wondered what he saw through them.

It began to get so intense though that I flicked my eyes away from eye contact and looked around his face instead- his hair was all wet and spikey- with little water droplets sat on his forehead- he looked soooo cute.

I had to look away in the end, I was becoming too self-conscious, so I looked down into his chest that was pressed so tightly against mine, and just concentrated on getting dry.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, I just felt awkward and uneasy, like he saw more to me than there really was…

“Kate.”

He whispered softly into my ear, in such a husky low tone, his accent showing through in every letter, he made me tremble, he had such a sexy voice…

I dared to look back up at him and putting his voice to that face made my stomach flip and flip over and over.

I was shaking; I couldn’t help it. I knew what was going to happen, and I was scared and nervous as I always was when I was with him like this, but then I was so thrilled and excited- my heart was beating so fast, felt like it was going to explode inside of me. And my skin was itching, like lots of little pairs of hands all over it reaching out for him to come to me, and then hollow words which belonged to somewhere deep, deep within me were echoing in my head do it, do it, do it.

I just blinked back at him, waiting for him to make the first move.

It felt like it was the first time all over again; I just didn’t know what to expect, it was all up in the air- I’d given the responsibility to him.

Our faces slowly went towards each others, our lips ready, and when we finally made contact there was definitely more there, some kind of electricity; I don’t know what it was, it felt like fireworks going off inside, and then I really was scared.

We kissed really slowly and searchingly, I felt all over his lips and he kissed all over mine, no rush about it, just slowly, lovingly and with this rhythm about it, dipping into each other’s mouths a little bit more each time, opening our mouths to let each other’s tongues touch the other- arghhh, I don’t know what it was like. So much passion.

When we began to feel comfortable, that’s when it started. The pace changed, instigating something else- indeed, this so called chain reaction was happening to me.

We both kissed harder at the same time, I just knew when it was time. I must have kissed him hundreds of times over the weekend now; my mind drifted back to when he’d leant over and kissed me on the bus, the first time we made contact, I thought of that and the excitement grew, just like I could feel it was growing on him.

When I got back the feeling in my hands and moved them so they were touching his skin, his hips in fact, it was so hot, I could feel the heat we’d created crackling between our bodies- oh, I didn’t know when it was going to happen, but I knew it was going to be good.

I think the voice must have been screaming at him now, but I kept up the kissing a bit longer. I wasn’t going to give in until there was absolutely nothing left. Nothing.

He kissed me faster and by it shorter, when he was off me I could hear him trying to catch breath; he was breathing heavily at me in anticipation like someone who’s working up a sweat does just before… he does the final act.

I responded to his urges just the same, our minds doing all the talking, and when, I don’t know who started it, but when we began to go down, that’s when it started again.

This feeling; making me scared. It was like something was blowing into my body, some kind of energy balloon, I don’t know- it was new, exciting, and it freaked the hell out of me.

But I trusted him. I put all my faith in him, and when we’d reached the floor, when I was breathing just has hard as he was, I knew the feeling was taking everything from me, replacing it with all these new sensations; I felt like I wasn’t there, but I was, and… I can’t explain something unknown.

He kissed me hard, and put me onto my back, we were still wrapped up inside the towel, somehow it kept to us, and I felt his weight on me, I clasped my hands round his waist and pulled him onto me.

Oh shit, I was scared. I was really, really scared so I shut my eyes really tight and when the wait was over, when he was finally inside me, I just made sounds… I didn’t even know I could make!

And then I recognised the feeling inside, and it got bigger, and it got bigger. And as we made love inside the towel on the bathroom floor, just passion completely overtaking us, that’s when I experienced the ultimate, what I’d never thought possible and what he’d been beating himself up inside over…

As he rocked with me, made noises back to me that I thrived over, made me go faster, made me grip onto him stronger, it was him giving it to me, this feeling. It all generated from him; as we moved it completely flooded me, made me wonder if I was glowing, and as we went on and on, time just flicked by and speed going up and up, the force just increased and increased until there was nothing left, and I had given everything I had to him, it just exploded inside of me, and I cried out because I didn’t want it to go, and because I’d reached the very top of the iceberg.

And then we came together, and together we stopped.