So she is going to hate me now, but fuck it and YOLO! She knows she loves me! Spread the word peoples! OneeseLake must become a thing! Re-blog the shit out of this!
“Don't be so quick to walk away, dance with me, I wanna rock your body, please stay, dance with me.” Justin sang.
“So go ahead, girl just do that ass shakin' thing you do.” He stepped back, watching her.
Oh God. Did he expect her to dance alone? This was going to be humiliating. She closed her eyes, letting her body move about to the beat. She was sure that he would be laughing when she opened her eyes. But to her surprise a small smile was gracing his lips, along with that look in his eyes.
“Just let me rock you 'til the break of day, dance with me.” He crooned, coming closer.
He wasn’t turned off by her dancing. Maybe she was better than she thought. He took her hands, dancing with her, showing her how to move with the music, let it flow through her. It was entrancing really; the beat of the music thumping, the lights low, made for the perfect atmosphere.
“Bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song.”
Oh! So that’s where this was headed! At least he was straight forward about it. However, she wasn’t sure that she was ready for that just yet. This was all moving so fast and he was considerably older than her. But God the way he moved and that voice. How could she resist?
He pulled her close, their bodies grinding against each other. A new array of emotions flooded through her, taking control of her mind, body, and soul. She was gone, lost in him, in the music, in the heat of the moment. Everything else could have ceased to exist in that moment, it could have been the apocalypse, and she would have been unaware.
No. This couldn’t go on. It was too soon, too fast. She pulled back, reality rushing, the flood gates open. He still held her hand, looking at her with a worried expression. The song wasn’t even over yet, but she needed to get out now, before it caused her anymore grief. She pulled away.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” And she walked away.
“Don’t be so quick to walk away.” He sang out after her.
It was his last effort at getting her back. It was useless though, she was leaving. A single tear fell from her eye as she thought of what could have been. This was all far too good to be true. And that’s when she woke up.
And she said I didn't have the balls! I have all the fucking balls! Fight me Oneese! But read and enjoy first!
“Now you tell me you need me, when you call me, on the phone,” Justin crooned.
Her breathe hitched, caught in her throat as she tried not to faint. He was moving closer, singing softly. It was one of her favorite songs by him. She got lost in his eyes, those blue yes. Screw the age difference! She wanted him.
He smiled, or rather smirked, pulling her closer. Her legs were ready to give out, but she would not let herself fall. That would be far too embarrassing to handle. His hand caressed her cheek, a bright, red blush forming behind it. Oh the things that this man did to her.
Their bodies were flush against each other now. The desire she had to rip his clothes off was building with each lyric he sang. So sexy was all she could think. She had it bad and he was toying with her.
“And don't it make you sad about it” He was nearing the end of the song now.
That falsetto! She was going to implode…or maybe explode from all the things she was feeling, she wasn’t sure which. Closer still, if that was even possible, he pulled her. Warm arms wrapped around her waist, hands strategically positioned on her lower back.
He was being gentle, but right now she just wanted all of him. The anticipation was killing her. Just kiss me, please! He leaned close, placing his lips close to her ear, his breathing tickling her neck.
“Cry me a river…” He sang silently.
A hand grasped her chin, pulling her face to meet his. Their eyes met; hers full of lust and passion. He leaned forward, their lips almost touching. So close yet so far away. Their breaths mingled for a moment before….
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She jolted upright in her bed, panting heavily from her wonderful dream. Why did the alarm have to go off them? Things were just getting good. She placed her face in the hands, groaning. She cursed the alarm, it had ruined everything.
Why had she been so wrapped up in that dream? Why did it have to be about him? That girl on Tumblr that’s why! Stupid Catastrophe641! She just had to spam him in my submission box. Now he was all she could think about.
She face planted into her pillows. What had he said last? Oh, that’s right. Cry me a river. Well if that’s what he wanted, she could oblige, especially with how she now felt. So she let herself loose, crying softly into her pillows. It wasn’t long before her tears formed a river that flowed off her bed and flooded the floor.
