He straddled me again, leaning down to place a heated kiss upon my lips. His tongue twirled with mine, exploring the
caverns of my mouth. I tasted salty. He withdrew from the kiss, leaving me gasping and breathless. He was breathing heavily too, his cheeks tinged the faintest of pinks. His hair was messy, plastered all about his face like a wilted flower. He looked timidly wild.
"Near," he breathed, placing his forehead against the crook of my neck. I shuddered at his closeness. We were still too warm.
"L," I started, my voice tiny and mute. "What about...you?" He picked his head up, his large black eyes wide and probing.
"What about me?" he asked calmly. I blushed, trying to look from under him. I wanted him to get my point, so I tried to move my eyes towards the direction of his lower abdomen, but he still didn't budge. He placed his forehead back between the crook of my neck, shaking his head. His hair tickled my face.
He then withdrew from me, sitting himself to the side of my body. I felt exposed and suddenly self conscious now that he was no longer on top of me. I stretched out my arms, trying to reach over to my pajama bottoms, but I was stopped when L interfered.
He wrapped his long arms around my waist and sat me in between his criss-crossed legs. I shivered at his touch, shirt fabric gliding over my exposed skin. We sat like that for a few long moments, just thinking to ourselves. His nimble fingers glided over my stomach, tapping their merry way along my skin as if dancing to invisible music. He then leaned down, resting his chin upon my shoulder. He kissed my neck sweetly, rubbing his lips along my skin. He grinned.
"We can save that for later."