Stiction

/ˈstikSHən/

noun

the friction that tends to prevent stationary surface from being set in motion

A few moments later, Luke's voice interrupted my train of thoughts. "Would my lovely girlfriend like to go on a date?" he asked, his husky voice filling my ear as his teeth nipped at the lobe lightly, causing an unwanted groan to escape my lips suddenly before I threw my hand over my mouth, embarrassed by the state I was in currently.

"Y-yes," I stuttered out, trying not to laugh at my obvious reaction to him.

A laugh left his throat before he raised from the position he was in, leaving me to be surrounded in coldness and gathering the sheets around my tiny frame.

"I'm going to go get ready then," he said, leaning down to kiss my pouted lips. "Be ready in an hour." His words are mumbled against my lips, but I accepted them and nodded.

The hour went by quickly as I took a shower and hurriedly dressed in whatever I could find, which happened to be a grey shirt with black jeans. Soon after I finished getting ready, my legs carried me over to Luke's room.

I knocked gently on the door and soon after it was opened to reveal a very handsome Luke adorned in a simple tshirt with the Nirvana printed on it over a picture of a baby swimming naked in a pool of some sort.

"Hey love," his husky voice greeted me before his arms encompassed my waist to pull me in the room.

His room looked tidier than it usually did and a stack of pillows and blankets filled the floor. Soft music filled the air, making our walk to the area he had set up not as awkward as it would've been had no noise been filling the room.

"So what are we doing for a date?" I asked him curiously, glancing at my surroundings as I saw the familiar posters lining the walls, unevenly spread and hung.

"I thought, since you didn't know that much about music and I am a huge fan of music, I would show you some of the best bands ever and you can sit back and take in their true talent, " he explained, looking like a kid in the candy store as he reached for the vintage looking vinyl albums held in a red crate on his record player.

"I see." My response was short, but he looked up to see the playful glint in my eyes before returning his attention to the records, trying to pick the one he wanted to play first.

"Let's start with Nirvana." The giddiness filling his voice couldn't be contained and I found myself smiling widely at the happiness that surrounds him as he talked about their origin and beginning from way back in the late 1980's.

He put on what he explained to be their first album, as the songs came on he explained each and every one. His voice trailed off into the meaning behind the song and the experiences of the main artist that wrote it. The emotion in his voice fell even deeper in some songs as I noticed he talks about himself more than he talks about why the artist wrote it.

As a loud sound of guitar and drum beat erupts, a flash of memory crossed Luke's face. His arms, which are around me in a tight hold. This song, I knew held some sort of meaning to him as he took a deep breath before explaining his reaction to me.

"This one reminds me of when I was younger with Cyn," he took another deep breath and ran one hand over his face before continuing. "We would be locked in the closet for sometimes weeks on end," his soft voice said.

My hand reached for the one lying idly on his lap, tracing circles over the palm of his hand.

"I didn't realize it at the time but...she was just trying to protect us." He stopped for a second looking thoughtful before his expression cracked and his chin quivered slightly. "I thought she was the most awful person in the world, and that's part of the reason I ran with Cynthia. I-I thought that when we were running away, that maybe we were getting away from her."

Tears started to leave his eyes as I reached up to wipe them away. A slight smile covered his face when I did this, finding comfort in my obvious care for him. The next song took over and he continued explaining the meanings, some personal and some just facts about the band which he obviously admired.

I was grateful to him in so many ways. First for showing me this amazing part of the world that I hadn't known through music, and second for feeling comfortable enough to tell me how he related to the songs personally. My information only grew as the songs continued to play. When a song Luke identified as Swap Meet comes on, I found myself oddly attached to the lyrics.

"I dreamed of having this type of life," I say suddenly, attracting Luke's attention. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion for a moment before he caught on, his eyes widening at the information I had revealed. "I was always told that I would be behind that computer screen, but then I got out. But.....I'm still not able to do what I want, you know?"

His head nodded, soaking in all that I am telling him.

"I just....." I breathed out a sigh of frustration. "I wish that could be us one day. We love each other, but this world won't let us be happy like them, I just....I want a normal life," I complained going on to list all of the things I want to do.

"I want to live in a house, not underground all of my life. I want to be able to go grocery shopping with you and trash the aisles that we go down. I want to be able to say goodbye to you without worrying about if I'll ever see you again. I-I want...." my voice trailed off as tears enter my eyes and Luke looked down at me in concern.

"What? You want what, Lissa?" he asked, trying to find the reason for my tears.

"I want us to be happy and not worried about this damn code." A sob racked through me as I clung to his shirt for support, wanting him closer to me than ever before.

His eyes filled with compassion as he looked down at me, knowing that he wanted the same thing but couldn't have it.

"I wish I could give you that Melissa," his voice said, coming out strained as if he was holding back his own tears. "I can't give you that though."

"I know," I said, calming myself down and slowly letting go of his shirt. "But it's a dream," I mumbled, rolling off of him with anger in my veins as I repeatedly reflected on how unfair it was for us to never be able to have a good life.

His gentle gaze stayed trained on me as I relaxed into the blankets spread on the floor. Before my mind could process what was happening, his body was over mine, supported solely on his muscular arms and legs that were straddling my body as he stared down at me with only one emotion clear in his eyes: love.

"I'm not saying that I can make all of that happen Lissa," he began his voice trailing off as I felt the atmosphere change. His presence alone made my brain fuzzy and unable to work correctly, but now with his body over mine and his gaze causing a burning fire to sizzle through my veins. "But I'm willing to try. Try to make as much of that possible as I can."

His words ignited something in me that I had never felt before and it was clear in his eyes that he felt the same way. My hair was brushed away from my neck as his lips trailed down my skin. Shivers took over my body, reacting quickly to his touch on me.

"That's all I could ask for," I gasped out, overtaken by the feeling of his soft lips on my skin and the feeling of his cool lip ring up trailing along with the kisses. His hand slid across my hip, leaving me completely paralyzed in his touch before my arms wrapped around his waist, gently pulling his body closer to mine.

Curses slipped past his lips as his teeth gently bite into the sensitive skin connecting my neck to my shoulder. A moan threatened to release from my lips as he wrapped his free hand around the nape of my neck, pulling me in to connect our lips. The way his lips met mine caused electricity to flow throughout my body, his tongue gently and silently pleading for entrance, which I allowed easily.

The euphoric rush running through me didn't cease as I felt Luke's body lift from above me, positioning himself where he hovered over, letting his hips fall lightly between my thighs while I felt very little of his body weight on me. A hum of appreciation left my lips as his hand traveled from my neck to my hair, twisting in gently and lazily while the other supported his weight above me.

My hands started moving without my mind's consent, raking gently down his sides and stopping at the hem of his Nirvana shirt. His chest was pressed softly against mine, pushing me slightly into the embrace of the blankets and pillows covering the floor.

I loved the way his body moved with mine and how mine responded to his, moans erupting every so often as the minimal weight of his body lingered on every inch of mine and I found myself somehow wanting his body even closer and more attached to mine than it already was.

Our heavy topic from before no longer graced our lips, but instead was shown through the way our bodies were responding to each others. He resumed the unrushed kisses on my neck, leading me to release another involuntary sound.

I allowed my finger to gently ride up his shirt, tracing small circles on the tense muscles of his back. The stress of the whole campaign was raining down on him and it was obvious by the way his muscles refused to relax fully under my gentle touch.

"Relax," I whispered softly to him, causing him to release a soft breath into my neck as more weight delightfully pressed down on me.

Again his lips resumed their attack on my neck before his lips parted from my skin once again. "I feel like I'm putting too much weight on you right now," he mumbled into my neck, a short laugh releasing from him as he went to remove the weight from me. My hands work before my lips do, pulling his weight back down to me.

"Don't," I told him simply, raising my lips to meet his softly. "I love it."

A concerned look crossed his features before a grin replaced it and livened his features. I let my fingers again ride up his shirt, tracing patterns again. Before I process what he is doing, his hands reach up to grip the back of his shirt and toss it away from us before his lips reconnect with my neck.

The feeling of his hot skin so near to mine was incredibly. My cold hands traced and ran up and down the expanse of his back which was searing hot. Every gentle kiss he placed on my body reminded me of the words he had said only a brief time before. I couldn't even fathom the way my body felt at this moment in time as I craved more and more of a connection with him on a somehow deeper level.

His hand traveled down from my hair to my stomach, rising up my shirt as I had previously done with his. My body instantly reacted, moving off of the ground slightly to give him room to remove the thin article of clothing. A deep moan rumbled from within his chest as I lied in only my undergarments and a pair of jeans.

The feeling of his lip ring on my skin came back to my senses as he trailed kisses down from my neck towards my breasts and continuing down my stomach. I arched my back, euphoria taking over me as the burning sensation I feel rising in me can no longer be contained. Suddenly the feeling of his lips and lip ring disintegrate, leaving me to look down on Luke who is tugging gently at the bottom of my jeans, requesting to take them off. A slight nod was all I could muster before they were tugged down and the feeling of his hands traveling all over my body sent me into a state of nirvana.

My hands trailed down his stomach as he hovered over me again, my head ducking slightly to place chaste kisses on his chest while my hands continued downward towards the button of his pants. A groan traveled out of his mouth as I stripped off this barrier between him and I.

Our bodies were hot and sweaty as they moved against each others. The fire in my veins was now scorching hot as his lips continued to move against mine, his hips still between my legs, pressing against my core with slight pressure every once in awhile, making me moan in delight and whine when the pressure leaves.

His palm pressed into the sides of my thigh as he brought his face to meet mine. "I'll stop whenever you want," he told me, panting slightly as he stopped his movements only momentarily.

"Okay," I mumbled before grabbing his neck and kissing him deeply. A low moan erupted from his throat as the palm pressed into my thigh slid higher, his fingers expertly snaking around the fabric of my panties, tickling at the sensitive skin there.

My body that had been supported by my arms instantly fell as I suddenly felt weak. His breath fanned over my face as his lips fell dangerously close to my own. The little self control I had left seemed to tear apart at the seams as my breath became ragged.

The kiss was urgent as his lips parted mine as soon as they met. The need to feel every inch of his body against mine was urgent and consumed me in every way as his tongue pushed into my mouth causing me to gasp as he slid it across my own. The feeling felt so wrong yet so right as I struggled to stay in control of my body's movements. I ultimately failed as my hands traveled without my permission all over Luke's body, taking in every crevice of his muscular chest.

Heat seared through my body as his fingers quickly tugged down my panties. I struggled to breath as he smoothed his hand back up the top of my thigh before sliding one between my legs and brushing up my center.

My head fell backward as I felt his thumb circle the sensitive area between my legs, his lips navigating their way down my neck as they had not so long ago. The hands that had searched his body now mercilessly tugged at his quiffed hair.

My body yearned for a feeling of Luke to be closer to me as his fingers circled my entrance once before pushing into me. A feeling I had no way of describing flushed through me as a loud moan rattled from my throat. His touch was welcome and needed as I couldn't even perceive a word to describe the fire igniting in my bones.

Suddenly the searing touch was gone and a whimper of displeasure left my mouth as Luke looked into my eyes with a burning gaze, flashing me a smirk before his head ducked down to my thighs. Both of his hands now seared my skin as they travel up my legs while his eyes burned into mine.

My body felt like I would burst into flames as his fingers toyed with the sensitive skin so close to where I wanted him to be. His eyes never lost contact with mine as his lips trailed across my hip, and my fingers stayed in his quiffed hair, gripping it tightly. He neared closer and closer, teasing me with his fingers as they slid across my opening causing a loud moan to emit from my mouth.

Another loud whimper left my lips when his thumb found my clit again as the circling movements against my clit cause me to nearly shout at Luke to hurry up as he continued smirked up at me. His lips and tongue continued lower, dangerously close to the spot I was aching for his touch at.

The torture finally ended when I felt his tongue drag devastatingly slowly up the inside of my core, the wet heat of his tongue sending me into a frenzy as I could no longer hold in the string of moans I had been holding in for so long. His hand was pulled from me and used to clamp onto my thigh and bring them to rest over his shoulders. The hold he had on me was firm as I squirmed relentlessly under his touch.

His tongue slid up my complete entrance once more before filling the void his thumb had left at my clit,the tip of it circling tortuously around the sensitive nerves. My hands tightened around his hair as my body arched upwards, straining for more contact as his tongue continued to swirl over me. I hissed when his teeth gently nipped at my clit, something that was oddly pleasurable.

He released my clit and allowed his tongue to travel down my entrance, teasing me more than I could handle before curling up into me. My hands gripped his hair even tighter as his tongue flicked harder against me. In my stomach, a burning pit built with each movement of his tongue against me as his tongue curled into me once more before returning to my clit.

A loud moan ripped through me as one of his hands released my thigh and his fingers slid inside of me, pumping in and out of me as his tongue continued its violent assault to my clit, alternating between circling and precise flicking movements that were quickly unraveling me.

My body collapsed as euphoria flooded through me as my fingers became limp in Luke's hair and pulling it slightly once again before falling back beside my limp frame as I rode out my high as Luke's attention still stayed on my lower region.

His fingers delicately brought my panties back up my legs to cover me before wrapping his arms around my limp frame and pulling me into his embrace tightly. My eyes seemed to drift close as the effects of what we just did took a toll on my body.

"Did you decide to do that off of a whim?" I asked him jokingly, unable to manage a laugh. Luke thankfully knew that I was joking and laughed for me as his hands drew shapes and lines on my back as my head sunk into his chest.

"I don't know," he breathed, his breathing shallow still from our activities. "But it was amazing." His lips found the top of my head and placed a light kiss on it before his arms twisted tighter around me.

I laughed lightly as my body drifted off into a well deserved rest.

Edited: 14 January 2017