If her mind was screaming, Jack’s was conducting a full orchestra with speakers plugged in that enhanced the volume into ultimate surround sound only to have it channeled directly back into his poor ears. He’d never kissed a girl before her. Never kissed anyone besides his parents cheeks and foreheads; and that hardly counted when it came down to it.
But for Katelynn… for Katelynn he was more than willing to live through all the screams of his mind, all of them for her. His anxieties had to melt at some point, they had to, no way would they keep voicing their opinions so noisily with her lips so close to his, with her breath mixing with his own and her body molding against his as if they’d been built specifically for one another just at this moment.
One of his hands remained on her shoulder whilst the other moved down her body, slowly, gently, ever so carefully until he wrapped down around her back, holding and caressing, keeping her close as well as safe. Of course they were safe, they were in a hospital, yet he was still plagued by the idea of something happening. Of waking up alone in his bed, that this was nothing but an elaborately long dream sequence and he wold wake up without knowing her, without touching or kissing her.
Their tongues finally met, though it was just the tips that finally brushed against one another. Jack’s shivered and for a moment wanted to vanish back into the depths of his mouth out of shame and embarrassment since he had never kissed someone like this… but neither had she. They were both equally new to this sort of thing, so why was he feeling shy? Or embarrassed? It made no sense. Shutting his eyes on a soft, pleased noise, he pushed his tongue forward so it brushed more against hers.
It sent spikes through his body, mind, and soul at the sensation. No wonder they always kissed like this in the movies. It was the next step up. They weren’t innocent little children stealing kisses behind a school yard fence any more. They were beyond that… and he had taken those steps with her. And he loved her even more for it.
She sighed happily, completely lost in him, her mind shutting down all thought at his tongue touching hers, her own snaking back against his. Her heart was hammering in her chest so hard she was sure he could feel it against his own.
These were the adult kisses she had seen at times, wondering if she would ever experience one and then having shaken her head at the thought, wondering who would ever want to do that with her.
But Jack did. And was.
She inched closer, her lips once again taking his as she let out wanting breaths through her nose. She was well aware of his hands on her, her skin feeling like it was on fire wherever he touched, even if cloth separated his fingers from her skin.
She let instinct take over, following his lead and hoping he continued to be brave, drawing him out of his shell with the strength of her love for him.
His palms pressed against her, pulling, pushing, massaging, any and everything all at once since her body felt so warm, so welcoming and perfect to him. She was perfect. She couldn’t see that, he knew, but he tried to show her this every day he saw her. How he would draw for her, play his guitar, touch her hand or kiss her in any way he dared. Now though, this was a way of kissing they had finally dared to try and it was as wonderful as he had anticipated it to be.
But mostly because she was the other person he was sharing it with.
If he had his say, and he hoped he did in this manner, no body else would kiss her like this. It was foolish to be possessive though, and to think like that. His parents had told him love came and went, but to always hold onto those you love at the time as much as you could, to let them know you love them now rather than later.
He would show Katelynn every second of the day how much he adored her if he could but it would probably be overwhelming.
“Mnnhh…” he breathed through his nose as their tongues pushed together, and he felt her tongue slip into his mouth to join his before he pushed back, his allowing itself entrance to her mouth instead. He could taste the sandwich she had taken a few bites of, and her toothpaste just beyond that. An odd combination but not unpleasant because it was her lips, her breath, her… gosh. Her taste.
Only now did the anxieties finally fall silent.
Jack Maple 