Not All Outlaws Are Bad

Ashley's POV Lyra and I were both breathing heavily, our foreheads barely touching. She was an awesome kisser, and I refused to believe that it was her first kiss. That kiss was... amazing. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I tilted her face up to mine and attacked her lips once again. We were both shirtless and sweating, and the temperature in the previously cold room was steadily rising. I ran my hands over her flawless sides and back, knowing that I wouldn't get any further than that during this make-out session. I didn't care. I would wait for Lyra until I died, because she was just that perfect. "Holy shit!" Someone yelled loudly. Lyra pulled away with a grin. "Oops." She whispered, obviously trying to hold back laughter. I grinned back at her and turned to look at the intruder. It was Izzy. She was standing in the doorway with her mouth hanging slightly open and a delighted look on her face. "Andy!" She yelled."You owe me ten bucks!" "Shit." Andy cried from the room. We heard a few thudding footsteps, and suddenly Batman himself stood in the doorway, his thin frame miraculously not towering over Izzy. She was super tall for a thirteen year old. He dug deep in the pocket of his leather skinny jeans, eventually withdrawing his hand with ten dollars clutched tightly inside of it. He reluctantly handed it over, then suddenly it dawned on them both that we were missing our shirts. Andy turned bright red and Izzy went kind of pale. "Let's... um.... let's go see how the others are doing." Izzy squeaked, clutching Andy's wrist in her slender hand and tugging him along behind her. Lyra laughed and slipped out from my embrace. I made a sound somewhere between a whine and a chuckle. She smiled and bent down to pick up her shirt, purposely moving in a way that made me want to walk over there and kiss her again. So that is exactly what I did.

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