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7 minutes in heaven accepting | runningwiththeboysx 7. A needy/hungry kiss.
For the first few minutes locked in the closet with Ivory was just the two of them standing there; Peter was nervous, like beyond nervous. Get a hold of yourself Peter, man up, you can do this. He thought to himself before clearing his throat and stepping closer to her. He reached out, hand resting in hers before his fingers slowly slid up her arm to rest at her cheek. This was his moment, he could do this.
The kiss started out gentle, until she kissed back, that’s when things heated up. It was like his body needed more. He brought himself closer to her, one hand resting on her hip to pull her body closer to his. The kisses became hungrier, rougher. It was only when he needed to breath that he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, breathing heavily with a almost cocky grin on his face.
When they were shoo’d off to the closet, Ivory wasn’t exactly sure what the hell to expect. This game, (in her eyes) was a waste of time. Especially when you had a boy like Peter, who had never kissed anyone before. At least, not to her knowledge.
When the two entered the closet and shut the door, Ivory shuffled her feet awkwardly trying to get comfortable in the tight space of the small closet. As she leaned back against the wall behind her. Ivory caught glimpse of Peter closing the distance between them. The only illumination came from the small slats between the wooden panels of the doors. To help keep him steady on his feet and to keep him from stumbling on the items that littered the floor of the closet she held her hands out to him. When his palms slid into hers, hazel hues were briefly covered by heavy lids. Had she imagined the spark of electricity between them?
Before she could really provide the answer to herself, she felt his warm lips press against hers and completely melted. Arms moved to twine around his neck as her lips moved gently against his. It remained that way for a few blissful moments before the kisses changed. Slender fingers tangled in the boys hair as she was pulled closer. When he pulled away, a soft sound - almost a whimper escaped her lips. Eyes fluttered open once again and she sucked her lower lip between her teeth, chest heaving as she tried to collect herself.
“I can say with certainty that this was the last thing I expected to happen when we got locked in here.”
