Make Me Feel Alive

I shrugged, turning on the movie and then the TV, letting it stream. I normally left it on the laptop but I figured he'd rather watch it where he could see it.
I curled my feet up under me on the couch, and Ashley propped his combat boots on the coffee table.
Within thirty minutes he'd thrown half the popcorn bowl on me from the jumpscares. I picked the popcorn off my lap and tossed it in my mouth, chuckling as he literally held the bowl in front of his face.
"It's not that --- GIVE ME THE BOWL." I jerked it from him before he could throw more on me. "It's not even that scary, Ashley."
"Did you see that womans FACE?" He demanded, and I grinned.
"Are you afraid of a movie?" I teased him, and he sent me a look, his stage makeup slightly smeared.
"Hey, you have to admit that woman was scary."
"She was, she's super evil. She hurt all those kids," I told him, eating more popcorn; what we hadn't eaten was all over the couch and the floor. I would have to clean all of it before Toby was let out.
"Here, you better hold on because---." The evil woman screamed, and Ashley literally yelped, grabbing me and pulling me halfway across his lap to hide his face, the bowl flying into the floor.
"Are you serious?" I muttered, trying not to knock my head on the lamp. "It's a movie."
"Is she gone?" his voice was muffled from where he had his face pressed against the back of my shoulder. I sighed. I was literally half in his lap, half almost in the floor, and everything I looked at was yellow.
"Yes, she's gone. For now." I tried to climb back onto the couch, but Ashley suddenly locked his arms, holding me there. "How gone?"
"Like for ten more seconds then ---." The music suddenly blared, and he jumped. I latched onto his knee before he threw me in the floor.
This was not how I had expected tonight to be.
Like at all, he had totally thrown me off. At least not literally just yet.
"Okay, your knee is in my rib cage and I kind of need it." Ashley shifted where I was able to climb back onto the couch safely. "If this is you with horror movies remind me to never watch one with you again."
"I'm not that bad."
"You're the definition of bad," I tossed a handful of couch popcorn at him. "Like awful."
"I am not!" he was trying not to grin.
"You are! You ---."
"DID THE LITTLE GIRL DIE?"
I glanced at the screen. "Yeah, but she saved ---."
"But she died," he looked devastated. "After all that work!"
"It's okay, she's gonna hang around," I patted his knee. "Don't freak out."
"I'm not gonna freak out," he sighed, and glanced at me. "But have I mentioned how much scary movies are not good for my heart?"
"I figured that out pretty quick," I told him, glancing around at all the popcorn decorating my apartment; Toby was going to have a field day.
"Yeah, I figured it wouldn't be that scary," he gave a shrug. "I pegged you more for like the Notebook."
"I've never watched it, actually." I shook my head. "I like sappy movies but not that hard core."
"A plus after all."
"A plus for what?" I turned to frown at him. He just raised his brows.
"What?" I asked, suddenly self conscious. Ashley raised a hand, and plucked a kernel from my hair.
"It's like all the popcorn just went crazy," he commented, and I rolled my eyes.
"You're the one who threw it everywhere," I leaned forward to stop the movie credits. Ashleys hands suddenly latched around my waist, and he pulled me back into his lap.
"I think," he said, turning my face to his, "that you deserve a medal."
"A medal?" I frowned, shifting slightly so his belt wouldn't stab me. "For what?"
"Watching that horrifying movie with me," he grinned. "Dealing with the crazy popcorn."
I rolled my eyes. "That could easily have been avoided."
"Probably," he agreed, his face edging closer to mine. "But where would have been the fun in a quiet night at home?"
"I figured you would be tired after your show," I mumured, biting my lip as I watched his.
"I should be," his eyes caught mine, "but I have some great stamina."
I bet he did.
I could feel my nun of a conscious starting to rise up viciously at me sitting so calmly in his lap after barely knowing him two weeks, and I was starting to get antsy again. If he didn't kiss me soon I was probably going to find some excuse like my fake plants needed watering or something just to get away.
He must've sensed my hesitation, because his fingers suddenly clamped on my chin, and he pulled my face to his, crushing my lips against his own. His hand moved to tangle in my hair, and I shifted again until I was straddling him, his free hand moving to my hips.
His tongue traced my lower lip before darting forward, like he was testing the waters again to see how he was greeted.
I kissed him back earnestly, my nails digging into his shoulder as his hand slipped from my waist to my thigh. I nipped lightly at his lip, and he gave a low moan, his grip in my hair tightening.
Why did he have to be so good with his tongue?
I couldn't wait to see where else he was good with it.
He shifted his hips until we were pressed completely against each other, and I could feel his need growing already. He tore his lips from mine, and began working his way down my throat. I inhaled sharply as he bit lightly on my shoulder, his hand slipping under my shirt to glide up across my skin, and I squirmed against him, causing him to groan.
He suddenly rolled, pressing my back against the couch, his lips crushing mine. I wound my legs around his waist, glad my jeans weren't so tight I couldn't move in them, and he tugged at them, pulling them low on my hips.
Now I wished I'd just opened the door naked.
Something suddenly buzzed between us, and then an obnoxious ringtone began playing. Ashleys lips froze against mine, and he sighed as he pulled away, fumbling to get his phone out of his pocket.
"Sorry," he muttered, glancing at the caller ID. He hit the screen, and started to toss the phone to the side when it rang again, and he scowled, glancing at me.
"Just answer it," I told him, half-annoyed and half-relieved. He finally did, snapping out a harsh "what?" I could hear a guys voice on the other end, though I couldn't quite make out what he was saying.
"Right now? Seriously?" he glanced at me where I was still sprawled beneath him. "Dude, now's not a good time."
The guy on the other end literally squawked something. Ashley sighed. "Fine. Gimme an hour."
He ended the call, and I pursed my lips.
Well. I hefted myself onto my elbows, loosening my grip around his waist. "Does this mean you gotta go?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry," he crawled off me and to his feet, and I sighed, sitting up. I almost wanted to pout; I hadn't even got any of his clothes off yet.
"Rain check?" he asked, and I shrugged, getting to my feet. "Look, it's an emergency or I wouldn't go, trust me," he said, and glanced around. "I'll even come over one day and help you clean."
"That's okay," I shook my head, following him to the door. "I'd rather clean by myself."
Ashley frowned, and turned. "I'll text you tomorrow and we'll make a new plan," he told me, his face annoyed. "Usually Jinxx doesn't call twice and ---."
"You don't have to explain anything to me," I told him hastily. "I get it."
He let out a frustrated breath, and slipped a finger under my chin so he could meet my gaze. "I swear I'll make this up to you."
"Okay," I forced a smile. I was now disappointed and sexually frustrated and if he didn't leave now I would either start to cry or force him to stay until I was done with him.
So.
Ashley sighed, then dipped his head, his lips softly brushing mine before settling firmly. His hand moved to cup my face, and I leaned against him, slipping my arms around his neck.
I really, really didn't want him to go. And I let the kiss show just how much I didn't want him to.
"Do you have to go?" I breathed as he pulled away with a soft moan.
"Babe, I gotta." he muttered, looking reluctant. "But trust me, I'll be back," he took a step back, and I let my hands slip down his chest, resting lightly on his hips.
"Okay." I sighed, and he opened the door behind him, stepping quickly into the hall.
" I'll call you later!" He assured me as he disappeared down the stairwell.
He'd better.

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