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| AMELIA FIGHTS HER FEELINGS by Janey <<< part 1 PART 2 “I’m sorry Amelia. I forgot all about Tilly going to this party.” “Don’t worry, I’m sure that I can occupy myself for a few hours,” Amelia smiled, giving Tilly a kiss. “You look beautiful Princess.” “Thank you Aunt Melia.” “To make myself useful I’ll prepare the evening meal. How does vegetable gratin followed by raspberry Pavlova sound?” “Absolutely scrummy!” Rhian gushed. “Make sure you do plenty; you know how I love your gratin.” “Sean! What the hell are you doing here?” Amelia shrieked when she found him stood in the kitchen as she prepared the meal. “Rhian told me to come over, she wanted to discuss something when she and Tilly got back from the party.” “Why do I get the impression that we’ve been set up?” “Because you’re paranoid!” Sean laughed. “It’s good to see you again Mel, I’ve missed you.” “I’m willing to get along with you but that’s it.” “Have you never thought of me Mel?” Sean moved next to her, resting his head on her shoulder, knowing that he was getting to her. Deliberately he breathed onto her neck, smiling as she shuddered and closed her eyes. Finding confidence from her reaction, he kissed her neck, his tongue leaving a slight damp trail behind. Amelia whimpered, then tilted her head over to the side a little, making it easier for him. “So Mel,” he whispered seductively, “have you never thought about me?” “Umm…” “Mel?” He removed the knife from her hand, then allowed his arms to creep around her waist, still nuzzling at her neck. “Sean…”as said so quietly that despite being stood so close, Sean had trouble deciphering it. Slowly he moved until he was in front of her, embracing her to him tenderly; still, she had her eyes closed. “Answer me Mel.” “Sean…” “Yes?” “Please don’t.” “Why not?” “It’s wrong. Rhian…she’s my friend.” Amelia was having a hard time sticking to her guns. It hadn’t been until she’d seen him that she realised how much she had missed him. His hair had been cut short and he had lost some weight. In short he looked damned sexy and had taken her breath away. “Rhian’s fine honey,” he drawled, bestowing the lightest, briefest kiss on her lips. Amelia fought hard not to give in to the rising passion within but it was difficult, no it was impossible. She had butterflies in her stomach and her heart was racing. This was the first time he had been like this with her and her body was responding. Tentatively Amelia reached a hand up and rested it on his t-shirt-covered chest, the thumping of his own heart evident. Sean kissed her again, this time with more pressure and passion; he guided her body tightly up to his. Instinctively she moved into him, her other arm rising and settling over his shoulder, her hand playing with the nape of his neck. When he brushed his tongue against her lips, Amelia immediately opened her mouth to allow him access. Their tongues twined and danced slowly and erotically, their hands gently stroking the undulating muscles beneath. Amelia whimpered when he stopped kissing her, blushing when she caught his smile. “There that wasn’t so bad was it now?” “No,” she smiled to him. “It’s nice to see you two getting along so well.” “Rhian!” Amelia pushed Sean away. “I’m sorry.” She ran upstairs and started packing. What had she been thinking? All it had taken was for Sean to touch her and she had forgotten her vow to her friend and given in to her desires. Rhian and Sean had both thought that it was the embarrassment at being caught together by Rhian that had made her flee. Convinced that she would rejoin them, they gave her time alone, to be shocked at hearing the door open. When they rushed to see what was happening Amelia was putting her bags into the boot of her car. “Amelia,” shouted Rhian, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Don’t worry I wasn’t going to leave without saying anything.” “There’s no reason for you to go anywhere Mel,” said Sean. “Stop being so ridiculous.” Amelia walked up to them both. “This isn’t right. I’m sorry but it’s better that I go than make things worse.” “How can you make things worse?” shrilled Sean. “I’ll tell you shall I? By doing what you are doing now; running away.” “You’ve proved that you care about Sean, please Amelia, don’t ruin this.” “Ruin this? It’s because I don’t want to ruin our friendship that I have to do this.” She gave them both a hug. “Give Tilly a kiss for me when she gets back.” Sean and Rhian watched in stunned disbelief as Amelia drove away; Sean convinced that his heart would break. Amelia called Rhian when she got home to tell her she had got back safely, she also told her to stop meddling. “Sean and I are not going to be a couple no matter how hard you try Rhian so please stop before we fall out.” “Look I don’t have a problem with it so what is wrong with you exactly? Why won’t allow yourself to be happy? Sean is gutted and Tilly was in tears when we told her that you had to go home.” “Don’t make me feel worse than I already do.” “About Sean or Tilly?” “Tilly.” “So you don’t care that Sean is in pieces with a broken heart?” “Don’t do this to me Rhian!” Amelia stated strongly. “You have no right to tell me how or what to feel.” “Oh for heaven’s sake, I give up!” cried Rhian in exasperation. “There was mutual attraction and desire with you and Sean; I saw it.” “That does not make it right Rhian.” “What is wrong is you upsetting him over some stupid sense of loyalty. You need your head testing and don’t give me that rubbish about our friendship because you are putting more pressure on it by denying your emotions, than if you and Sean started dating. Right now you won’t even see Sean so you can’t use his friendship to justify your actions or behaviour.” “Do you know something? I don’t actually have to justify my rationale to anyone.” “Rationale? Oh get a grip!” “Rhian I’m tired; it was a long journey and I don’t want to argue with you so I’m going. I’ll call you tomorrow.” “And tomorrow I will say the same things to you,” Rhian said softly. “Look, I don’t want to go on at you but I care for you and for Sean. Please think about it Amelia.” “I will, but I won’t change my mind Rhian. I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise ok? Remember, I love you.” “Do it early so that Tilly is up though, she wants to talk to you.” “I will, bye Rhian.” “Bye,” said Rhian. Amelia had a hard time sleeping. In her dreams she could feel Sean’s arms around her, his lips kissing hers. Several times she woke up; her dreams had excited her. Amelia was spoiling herself watching a dvd and having a glass of wine in the middle of the afternoon when a rapping on the door disturbed her. She reluctantly padded to see who it could be after pausing the dvd. “I’ve driven all this way to see you so don’t you dare turn me away,” grunted Sean forcing his way past her. “Very cosy, glass of wine, dvd, can’t be bad. I am so pleased that the fact you hurt me like hell has not affected you at all.” “What gives you the right to force your way into my home and start yelling at me?” Sean driving to see her had not crossed her mind, it was unsettling her. His closeness plus his fury making her recall their kiss, in all its passion. Damn but it had been wonderful. “So it’s ok for you to kiss me with such passion and desire one minute and then flee without talking to me is it? Did it make you feel good to know that you could hurt me? Inflated your ego has it?” “Oh yeah, I felt so fucking over the moon about it that I had to pull the car over because I was crying and I didn’t sleep much last night.” “Good! You deserve it. What you did was downright nasty, never mind cowardly.” “It’s nasty and cowardly to have principles is it?” “When they are as misguided and fucking stupid as yours; yes, very much so.” Amelia was aware of the red mist of anger starting to over power her self-control. If she weren’t careful she would lose it big time. Why did it seem that she was spending so much of her time justifying her actions to either Sean or Rhian? It was so annoying, friends or not, they ought to respect her decisions. “Driving all this way for an argument was misguided and foolish.” “In your opinion?” He flashed her a glare so angry that she shivered. “Yes.” “Then you’ve never been in love. I’d do anything for you Mel, including fight, for as long as it takes.” The tenderness in his voice and his eyes was astounding. Was this the same man that had been ranting and raving at her? Amelia reached down, turned the dvd off, took a sip of her wine; her mind a swirl of confused, muddled thoughts. He had caught her off her guard with her defences down; second by second her strength to stand up to him was wavering; she really needed to get a grip and reassert herself. “Why so quiet Mel?” “Sorry was there supposed to be an answer in there?” “Mel, you are so bloody infuriating! Why do I love you so much? You are determined to put as many obstacles in our way as you possibly can aren’t you?” “Those obstacles have always been there; they will always be there; get used to it.” Without looking at him she walked into the hall, telling him to leave. When Sean joined her he was fuming. “I’m not leaving till this is resolved.” He turned on his heels to go back into the lounge. “No way.” “Sean go!” she yelled, racing in front of him, preventing him from leaving the hall. He grabbed her by her shoulders, pushing her back into the wall, causing her to grimace and moan at the shock of his actions. “I will go when I am good and ready,” he sneered to her. “Damn woman, I love you!” His lips onto hers, leaving Amelia’s stinging at the force. When he slipped a hand to her backside, she whimpered, but continued to struggle against him, raising her hands, making them into fists and pummelling his chest as hard as she dared. It purely served to strengthen his resolve. Gripping her more forcefully, Sean pushed his tongue forward, keeping up the pressure on her lips until they parted, allowing his tongue to slide inside and explore her mouth. Slowly, very slowly, the incessant pummelling of her fists decreased in strength, then in pace. She then snaked them around his neck, Sean whimpering. Amelia returned the heat of his kisses; their tongues duelling for control. He moaned her name but it was lost in her mouth, their kisses growing more demanding and passionate. As the cool air hit her bare breasts, she hissed, Sean had ripped her t-shirt off, leaving her chest exposed, though not for long. With one hand he cupped her right breast whilst his mouth planted kisses on the other. Amelia’s thinking grew more muddied, she was powerless against her desire for this man and her body was openly conveying that to him as she guided his mouth down, more firmly, on to hers. How she needed this. How she needed him. “Oh yes!” She screamed when his teeth grazed her large, stiff nipple. Sean picked her up and took her through to the lounge, kissing her urgently with each step he took. Carefully, still holding her he knelt down, then placed her on the rug near the fire, not caring that only the net curtains shielded them from the outside world. “Take your shirt off,” panted Amelia when they briefly stopped kissing. “Let me touch you.” Sean straddled her hips, grinning seductively, taking his time in removing the offending clothing off. Each time she urged him to hurry or tried to grab the shirt, he tutted and tapped her hands. “Now you can touch,” he winked, the shirt landing in the far corner of the room. “You are so beautiful.” Amelia blushed, followed invisible patterns on his chest and stomach with her fingertips then beckoned him down, her hands then exploring the naked flesh on his back. “I want you,” she whispered breathlessly, her hands gripping him tighter. She moaned in disappointment when he gave her lips the merest touch with his own, but then sighed when he started kissing her around her neck, then down to her chest. It was beautiful. It was agony. It was out of this world. His tongue licked at her nipples. Driven insane Amelia tried to urge his head down but Sean grabbed her hands and pinned them onto the floor above her head. “Don’t move or I stop.” “Oh,” she huffed, to Sean’s delight. She twisted under the touch of his tongue, no man had had this effect on her before, and there was no way that she could remain still. His hands slid inside the elastic waistband of her skirt, pushing it and her thong, down. “Lift up so I can take these off.” He stopped straddling her, kneeling between her legs. He bunched her skirt up around her thighs and pulled her clothing off swiftly, smiling as she writhed in anticipation, unconsciously she widened her legs for him. Tantalisingly Sean ran his fingertips over her inner thighs, making her whimper in delight. She raised her pubis, needing his touch; she was so ready for him. “Patience,” Sean sniggered getting up and taking the rest of his clothes off. Naked, he stood before her, letting Amelia see him. “I love you Mel. I have wanted this for so long I can hardly believe that we are here; together.” “I know,” she smiled. “Sean please don’t keep me waiting, I’m so wound up here, I need you to touch me. I need to feel you. I want you Sean, please…” Sean got down on his knees, settling between her legs his hands caressing the milky soft flesh of her thighs. He dipped his head down, Amelia gasping aloud at the sensation of his tongue on her clit, his fingers now stroking her folds, swollen and wet. It was no good; no way could Amelia refrain from touching him any longer. She needed to touch him, to caress him. “Oh Sean, don’t stop,” she gasped. Sean gazed at her and smiled, her fingers were playing with his hair, urging his head down to her, her body shuddering beneath his touch. Amelia rested her right leg on Sean’s back, opening her sex further to him, her legs twitching as the spasms of her orgasm started to rise within her. Sean had to steady her hips with his hands, her thrashing growing stronger and stronger; her orgasm now raging through her, making her yell incoherently Panting drained and happily sated Amelia closed her eyes, revelling in the warmth that her body was bathed in. “Are you ok honey?” Sean lay beside her and pulled her into him for an embrace. Amelia beamed at him, kissing his cheek. “Perfect thank you.” Sean shuddered when she wrapped a hand around his dick and stroked him till he was rock hard. “Still in the mood for fun Mel?” He settled on top of her, his cock nudging her wetness. “I wanted to…” “Yes baby?” he kissed her lips fleetingly, nibbling lightly at them. “Taste you.” “There’s time for that later, I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you’re with me.” He winked at her then slowly slid inside her. At her home in Bristol, Rhian walked around the shops singing happily to herself. Sean had been at Amelia’s for a week and they were now looking for a home they could call their own; sometimes things work out just as they are supposed to. The end. <<< Janey's stories |