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smallfandomflshTitle: With the Rest of His Life
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Step By Step
Character/Pairing: Rich/Dana
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: #153: Ennui
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 924
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He stares listlessly into her eyes as she drones on and on. He can barely even remember the subject for which he asked for help, and this, despite his girlfriend's best intentions, is definitely not helping. She prattles on, and although he tries his best to listen, he simply can not. He sits back, instead, and watches her beauty.
She believes her mind is the most wonderful thing about her, but he has to disagree. He loves the feel of her short hair and wishes she'd grow it longer so he could wrap himself up in it. He loves the beauty of her eyes wherein he sees,on a daily basis,such wisdom and passion. He loves the curve and soft suppleness of her lips and how they feel against him. He wishes he could hush her now and have those beautiful, pink lips pressed against him.
Ennui is setting into his brain as she continues speaking. He has no idea about what she's talking any more,and although he's been trying to focus on her beauty, her words are getting the better of him. She stops suddenly and eyes him suspiciously. "Rich! Rich! Rich! Are you listening?"
"Yes, baby," he manages to murmur, and she goes right back into her tirade about whatever it is she's talking. He leans his head in his hand, still watching her, and almost dozes off. He doesn't know how many times she's called his name this time when his brown eyes pop back open. Those beautiful lips of hers are now drawn in a thin, tight line, and he knows well that she's unpleased with him. "Sorry, honey," he apologizes sheepishly.
"Rich, you're not even listening to me! How do you expect to pass this test if you won't even listen when you ask for my help?"
A part of him feels like apologizing for asking for her help, but he knows that would definitely be the wrong move. Dana doesn't take anything as seriously as her education. Everything else, including himself,comes after. It's a fact that used to bother him, but he's long since grown accustomed to it. She's pouting at him now, and God, how he wants to just reach over and kiss those adorable lips!
She's talking again, but once more, he's not listening. He's too busy watching her lips move and that little hint of pink tongue he can see just beyond them. He leans forward, and she finally hushes when he cups his hand around the back of her neck.
"Rich, what are you -- ?" she starts to ask, but he hushes her again by slipping his hand back just a little and massaging the spot immediately beneath her ear with two fingers. She hushes, almost moans, and leans into his touch. He smiles,knowing he has her now. Education can wait. His can wait forever for all he's concerned, but he knows she'll never allow it to do so.
His fingers quicken their massage, slowly sliding up to her ear,and he sets his lips on hers. She moans, and he takes advantage, deepening their kiss and slipping his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, two of his fingers catch her ear lobe, and he rubs it between them. She moans again. He slides closer, placing his other hand on her knee and slowly beginning to inch his way up.
Soon, they're on his bed, both hoping her parents don't walk in and catch them. Their clothes are fully in tact, but his hands are busy massaging her breasts between her clothes. His mouth is equally as busy with hers as their tongues twist together in a fiery duel as old and traditional as time itself. He leans over her, rubs himself down the length of her body. His lips come off of hers for just a second. She nips at the empty air between them, then catches his mouth again with hers.
They stay like that for how long he doesn't know or care. He could make love to Dana, even without having her naked underneath him or being actually within her, forever. If her stepfather hadn't happened open, or if they hadn't heard the door slam shut behind him, they might have stayed like that for hours more. But the moment he hears Frank come home, they both jump up from his bed and a make a mad scramble back to their seats.
She picks up his textbook which somehow got knocked along the way. "Rich," she says, her beautiful face still flushed from their loving, "how do you expect to graduate if you keep letting us get distracted?"
He knows she expects an apology, although she's smiling and her eyes are twinkling. He loves seeing her like this, so happy and fulfilled because of their love. So he doesn't apologize. He just shrugs and grins back at her.
"Have you figured out what you want to do with the rest of your life?" she demands, her smile faltering.
His grows more brilliant. "I already know," he tells her. "I want to love you for the rest of my life." His words make her beam again. He reaches back over across the table, cups her neck again, and kisses her sweet lips once more. Frank isn't coming in,and for now, he's got all the time in the world to do the one thing he really wants to do in life. That's love her, and love her he does so well and thoroughly that at last he finally leaves his treasured brainiac absolutely breathless.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Step By Step
Character/Pairing: Rich/Dana
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: #153: Ennui
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 924
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He stares listlessly into her eyes as she drones on and on. He can barely even remember the subject for which he asked for help, and this, despite his girlfriend's best intentions, is definitely not helping. She prattles on, and although he tries his best to listen, he simply can not. He sits back, instead, and watches her beauty.
She believes her mind is the most wonderful thing about her, but he has to disagree. He loves the feel of her short hair and wishes she'd grow it longer so he could wrap himself up in it. He loves the beauty of her eyes wherein he sees,on a daily basis,such wisdom and passion. He loves the curve and soft suppleness of her lips and how they feel against him. He wishes he could hush her now and have those beautiful, pink lips pressed against him.
Ennui is setting into his brain as she continues speaking. He has no idea about what she's talking any more,and although he's been trying to focus on her beauty, her words are getting the better of him. She stops suddenly and eyes him suspiciously. "Rich! Rich! Rich! Are you listening?"
"Yes, baby," he manages to murmur, and she goes right back into her tirade about whatever it is she's talking. He leans his head in his hand, still watching her, and almost dozes off. He doesn't know how many times she's called his name this time when his brown eyes pop back open. Those beautiful lips of hers are now drawn in a thin, tight line, and he knows well that she's unpleased with him. "Sorry, honey," he apologizes sheepishly.
"Rich, you're not even listening to me! How do you expect to pass this test if you won't even listen when you ask for my help?"
A part of him feels like apologizing for asking for her help, but he knows that would definitely be the wrong move. Dana doesn't take anything as seriously as her education. Everything else, including himself,comes after. It's a fact that used to bother him, but he's long since grown accustomed to it. She's pouting at him now, and God, how he wants to just reach over and kiss those adorable lips!
She's talking again, but once more, he's not listening. He's too busy watching her lips move and that little hint of pink tongue he can see just beyond them. He leans forward, and she finally hushes when he cups his hand around the back of her neck.
"Rich, what are you -- ?" she starts to ask, but he hushes her again by slipping his hand back just a little and massaging the spot immediately beneath her ear with two fingers. She hushes, almost moans, and leans into his touch. He smiles,knowing he has her now. Education can wait. His can wait forever for all he's concerned, but he knows she'll never allow it to do so.
His fingers quicken their massage, slowly sliding up to her ear,and he sets his lips on hers. She moans, and he takes advantage, deepening their kiss and slipping his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, two of his fingers catch her ear lobe, and he rubs it between them. She moans again. He slides closer, placing his other hand on her knee and slowly beginning to inch his way up.
Soon, they're on his bed, both hoping her parents don't walk in and catch them. Their clothes are fully in tact, but his hands are busy massaging her breasts between her clothes. His mouth is equally as busy with hers as their tongues twist together in a fiery duel as old and traditional as time itself. He leans over her, rubs himself down the length of her body. His lips come off of hers for just a second. She nips at the empty air between them, then catches his mouth again with hers.
They stay like that for how long he doesn't know or care. He could make love to Dana, even without having her naked underneath him or being actually within her, forever. If her stepfather hadn't happened open, or if they hadn't heard the door slam shut behind him, they might have stayed like that for hours more. But the moment he hears Frank come home, they both jump up from his bed and a make a mad scramble back to their seats.
She picks up his textbook which somehow got knocked along the way. "Rich," she says, her beautiful face still flushed from their loving, "how do you expect to graduate if you keep letting us get distracted?"
He knows she expects an apology, although she's smiling and her eyes are twinkling. He loves seeing her like this, so happy and fulfilled because of their love. So he doesn't apologize. He just shrugs and grins back at her.
"Have you figured out what you want to do with the rest of your life?" she demands, her smile faltering.
His grows more brilliant. "I already know," he tells her. "I want to love you for the rest of my life." His words make her beam again. He reaches back over across the table, cups her neck again, and kisses her sweet lips once more. Frank isn't coming in,and for now, he's got all the time in the world to do the one thing he really wants to do in life. That's love her, and love her he does so well and thoroughly that at last he finally leaves his treasured brainiac absolutely breathless.
The End
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