the first day we met."
"For real? Over what?" Raven grinned, looking even more vibrant. He was really speaking her language now.
"It was in kindergarten; middle of the school year. We had just moved, and I was the new kid. My mom had written my name on my backpack in big, black letters. Peyton saw it and said, ‘Hey, Saggy. You wanna play ball?’ I thought he was trying to clown me."
Raven laughed from deep in her belly.
"I know, right? Fool must've been hooked on phonics or something.”
Raven drew her face up. He’d lost her there. She had obviously never seen the commercials for the collection of educational DVDs. Sage laughed at himself, and the ridiculous reference he’d just made. He chalked it up to nerves, chiding himself inside. Relax, man...before you freak the girl out.
“Anyway...I pushed him. Of course he pushed me back. Next thing you know the principal was pulling us apart. We haven't been separated since."
His mouth formed a wistful smile. Raven rubbed her hands up and down her arms. Sage noticed. He tried again to shake off the glum mood he felt himself free-falling into.
"You cold? We could go to the den. Make a fire," he offered.
Raven pushed up against him. She stroked his back with both hands. Sage circled his arms around her. They kissed. Once. Twice. A third time because it felt so good. The tips of their tongues danced and darted from one mouth to the other. The intensity was feverish by the time they came up for air.
"There's a fire right here," Raven said, pressing forward.
She made him backpedal to the bed, pushed him down on it. Then she inched on top of him. Raven ground her hips against his pelvis, and she planted hot, greedy kisses on his eyelids. Sage caressed her back, her butt. He explored every inch of her landscape that he could get his hands on, all through the confines of her clothes.
"You feel good," he whispered. That was all Raven needed to hear. She pounced on Sage’s belt buckle, loosened it.
But he flipped the script. And her, too, right onto her back. Sage pressed her hands to the bed. He kissed her so deep it felt as though he could touch her tonsils with his tongue.
Raven’s hair fanned out on the pillow. When Sage came up for air the sight of her earring gripped him like an iron claw. He was jerked upright by the force of it. Sage struggled to not hyperventilate. He worried he might pass out right there on top of her if he didn’t get his breathing to slow down.
Mistaking his panic for passion, Raven shifted into overdrive.
"You have protection?" she panted.
On the verge of freaking out, Sage rolled off her and onto his side. With a whole lot of bed between them.
"What's the hurry?" he wheezed.
"I'm not trying to get busted by your parents. That’s what."
"It's cool. Don't worry about them." Sage baited her with tender kisses. Raven didn't bite.
"Come on. We doing do this or not? I know you want it." She elbowed him a little to let him know she really meant business, but even as she did that, she knew she’d lost him.
Sage untangled himself from her and the bed. He shuffled to his dresser. A small, ornate, wooden box sat on top of it. Sage fingered the box then examined himself in the mirror. He couldn’t help noticing the sadness in the eyes that stared back at him. He noticed the fear there, too.
Behind him, intruding on his reflection was Raven. Stripped down to her bra and panties. Sage dropped the box. He whirled around to face her.
"Hey, I'm not...could we...do this another time?" he blurted out.
Raven swooped toward him with her hands on her hips, her eyes blazing.
"Do it another time? What, you mean like a rain check? Like I'm Wal-Mart or something?" She pushed him in the chest hard enough to rock his balance.
Sage grabbed her hands.
"Stop it. Now you’re tripping," warned
"For real? Over what?" Raven grinned, looking even more vibrant. He was really speaking her language now.
"It was in kindergarten; middle of the school year. We had just moved, and I was the new kid. My mom had written my name on my backpack in big, black letters. Peyton saw it and said, ‘Hey, Saggy. You wanna play ball?’ I thought he was trying to clown me."
Raven laughed from deep in her belly.
"I know, right? Fool must've been hooked on phonics or something.”
Raven drew her face up. He’d lost her there. She had obviously never seen the commercials for the collection of educational DVDs. Sage laughed at himself, and the ridiculous reference he’d just made. He chalked it up to nerves, chiding himself inside. Relax, man...before you freak the girl out.
“Anyway...I pushed him. Of course he pushed me back. Next thing you know the principal was pulling us apart. We haven't been separated since."
His mouth formed a wistful smile. Raven rubbed her hands up and down her arms. Sage noticed. He tried again to shake off the glum mood he felt himself free-falling into.
"You cold? We could go to the den. Make a fire," he offered.
Raven pushed up against him. She stroked his back with both hands. Sage circled his arms around her. They kissed. Once. Twice. A third time because it felt so good. The tips of their tongues danced and darted from one mouth to the other. The intensity was feverish by the time they came up for air.
"There's a fire right here," Raven said, pressing forward.
She made him backpedal to the bed, pushed him down on it. Then she inched on top of him. Raven ground her hips against his pelvis, and she planted hot, greedy kisses on his eyelids. Sage caressed her back, her butt. He explored every inch of her landscape that he could get his hands on, all through the confines of her clothes.
"You feel good," he whispered. That was all Raven needed to hear. She pounced on Sage’s belt buckle, loosened it.
But he flipped the script. And her, too, right onto her back. Sage pressed her hands to the bed. He kissed her so deep it felt as though he could touch her tonsils with his tongue.
Raven’s hair fanned out on the pillow. When Sage came up for air the sight of her earring gripped him like an iron claw. He was jerked upright by the force of it. Sage struggled to not hyperventilate. He worried he might pass out right there on top of her if he didn’t get his breathing to slow down.
Mistaking his panic for passion, Raven shifted into overdrive.
"You have protection?" she panted.
On the verge of freaking out, Sage rolled off her and onto his side. With a whole lot of bed between them.
"What's the hurry?" he wheezed.
"I'm not trying to get busted by your parents. That’s what."
"It's cool. Don't worry about them." Sage baited her with tender kisses. Raven didn't bite.
"Come on. We doing do this or not? I know you want it." She elbowed him a little to let him know she really meant business, but even as she did that, she knew she’d lost him.
Sage untangled himself from her and the bed. He shuffled to his dresser. A small, ornate, wooden box sat on top of it. Sage fingered the box then examined himself in the mirror. He couldn’t help noticing the sadness in the eyes that stared back at him. He noticed the fear there, too.
Behind him, intruding on his reflection was Raven. Stripped down to her bra and panties. Sage dropped the box. He whirled around to face her.
"Hey, I'm not...could we...do this another time?" he blurted out.
Raven swooped toward him with her hands on her hips, her eyes blazing.
"Do it another time? What, you mean like a rain check? Like I'm Wal-Mart or something?" She pushed him in the chest hard enough to rock his balance.
Sage grabbed her hands.
"Stop it. Now you’re tripping," warned
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