《Sway(Wattys 2015)》Our?
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I was literally falling to my death, my hair was flying everywhere, my ears has popped and my breathing has completely stopped. The balcony was getting smaller and I got closer to the ground.
Then all of a sudden I stopped falling. My neck flung back and a sharp inhale of breath was smacked back into my lungs.
Am I dead? no I can't be, I move my limbs around flick my legs and wiggle my arms around. It feels like I'm dangling.... But on what?.
"Are you Fucking stupid!" an angry voice filled the atmosphere. My body hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Ouch" I look up to see Ivan stood there,fists clenched ,nostrils flaring with a pissed off expression.
"What the fuck was that!"
"I wanted to know if you would catch me " i say whilst straightening out my hair and brushing the mud of my clothes.
"What so you threw yourself of the mother fucking balcony!" he shouts
"It was an accident " I reply ,hoping he would buy it.
"That's bullshit ,you asked me if I would catch you and then threw yourself off!"
I looked at Ivan and then up to the balcony.Jesus it was a long way down, I think I need help.
"Thanks" I say a little shaken up.
"Oh my god you cannot be serious right now" he says with his hand on his forehead.
"Lighten up,it was a joke" I say after nudging his arm.
"No Rogue ,a joke is supposed to be funny ,you know if someone trips you up and then you all laugh about it .I don't know what sick sense of humour you have but jumping to your death is not a joke or funny." he said with a straight face.
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"Well at least it will be a good story to tell our kids about" I shrug. He is seriously over reacting ,I knew he was going to catch me besides is was probably the most exciting thing I've done.
"Our?" he asks
"What?" I reply with a confused expression on my face.
"You said OUR children" he said with a smile on his face.
"Yeah so?"
"Jesus Christ, we kiss a couple of times and you're already planning our future" he replies whilst shaking his head.
"That's not what I meant" I snap. Finally clicking on to what he was implying which was nothing to do with what I was saying.
"Sure whatever you say" he sarcastically responds whilst striding away.
After rolling my eyes I quickly have to run after him to catch up. We start to walk back into the mansion.
"You do know how baby's are made right?" He asks whilst looking down at me.
"Duh, I'm not that stupid" I quickly defend
"So to have kids we would have to do the dirty" he responds.
"You've lost me" I honestly reply.
"How am I not surprised"
"Well excuse me for not understanding the crap that comes out of your mouth"
"Sex Rogue.We would have to have sex.....intercourse, make love, shag, screw, bang, beat it up, hit it, Fuck" he bluntly replies with a smirk on his face.
I'm pretty sure my mouth was wide open due to the dryness in my mouth and I was certain I was going to die of embarrassment.Im starting to wish he didn't catch me when I jumped from the balcony.
"What are you embarrassed? don't worry virgins normally are, but I'm more then happy to change that for you" he seductively replies followed by a wink and a kissy face.
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I can feel my cheeks heat, they were burning in fact.I don't normally get into situations like this or talk about it, so there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to be having this conversation with Ivan.
I can't even kiss him without almost having a fit, how would I cope with actually doing IT with him. I immediately shake the idea out of my head and snap back into reality when Ivan was trying to get my attention.
"Was it good?" he asks with a smirk on his face
"What?" I nervously ask.
"The little image in your head of me having sex with you, I bet it was good , sex is my specialty" he teased. He then licked his lips and began lightly thrusting his hips forwards whilst raising his eyebrows.
This was beyond awkward, I wasn't thinking about him like that. Come to think of it I never did, I remember Tasha saying that one of the female vampires managed to get him into bed and I recall her saying , the vampire said she would do anything for just one more night with him.
I wonder how he would be, gentle or rough. Would we ever have No!. I had to destract myself before I let my imagination take over. There's nothing worse then a combination of curiosity,imagination and a dirty mind.
Before Ivan could catch on to what I was thinking ,I quickly walked away, I was so desperate to separate myself from him I began to start a slow jog back to my room.
Just like last time I decided against telling Tasha and the other girls, it was probably for the best, after all I'm not even sure what was really going on between us. A small part of me thought he was genuine but the larger part was telling me it was just a bit of fun, not to trust him because I would only get hurt.
All these warnings yet I can't help it, I can't hide from him because I live in his house, I can't ignore him because of the jobs. No matter how hard I try to stay away from him, something always brings us back together.
Things are getting out of hand, I need to try harder, all these stupid kisses are making my life more awkward and difficult, I have to stop!
I try and arrange my thoughts before entering Tasha's room, we had to discuss the plans for friday.
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