Stars (part one)

NOTE: From Corie’s POV

“Oh my God,” the view takes my breath away and those three words are all I can manage. The sky stretches for miles and in it, shining brighter than anything I can see in the States, are millions of stars. I’m sure I’m a funny sight, standing with my mouth wide open, head tilted back, and eyes as wide as they’ll go.

“You know, if you move, they don’t go away,” she smiles at me and I move out of her way so she can step onto the deck.

“I know that, smart ass,” I watch her take a seat before leaning against the railing. “There are always so many lights that take the awe out of the stars where I live.” Venturing a look at her, I try not to show that I’m a bit nervous, “There are places in the country where you can see them better, but this view,” I look up again, “is amazing.”

“Thank you,” she starts, then stops smiling, pretending to be slightly hurt. “Oh, you didn’t mean me.”

Walking towards her, I smile, “Aww, come on, Ali. You know you’re the brightest star out here.” I take a seat next to her on the bench and elbow her in the side.

She catches me off guard by shaking her head slowly as she looks at me, “No, I’m not. Trust me.”

“Okay,” I sigh, “you’re not going to point up at the North Star and give me some bullshit about how it’s the brightest, are you?”

She smiles slowly, and is very fucking sexy, “No.” She brushes hair off my shoulder and her smile falters just a bit, “Is that a scar on your eyebrow?”

As if I’ve been burned, my hand flies to cover my eyebrow, “Yeah.” I can’t make eye contact, “It’s from the…” my voice trails off.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her leaning towards me. When her lips touch my face, I clinch my eyes closed and bite my lip. Her face is close to mine when she whispers, “I’m sorry for pointing it out. I didn’t know.”

Turning to face her, we’re now impossibly close, but she turns away before I can even say anything, “I know you didn’t know.” I reach out and turn her face back towards me, “You didn’t hurt me. I promise.”

Nodding quickly, she takes my hand and smiles, “Ok.” Standing abruptly, she announces, “I’m going to get something to drink. Would you like something?”

“Um, yeah,” I mumble, “a soda is fine.” As she turns away from me, I can’t help reprimanding myself for making her feel uncomfortable.

She returns with a drink for me and as I grab it, she doesn’t let go until I look at her. I watch her visibly swallow and she almost whispers when she talks, “You didn’t say anything or do anything bad, C.”

Unsure of what to say I just nod, “Okay.”

She smiles quickly and looks away, “Those fucking eyes, though, shit.”

“Oh,” I breathe with a smile. Looking down at the deck, I can’t stop the grin, but make a half-hearted offer, “I could close them if you like.”

“What, and walk around blind?” She laughs out loud and turns away from me, “No. I’ll get accustomed to them. I’ll be fine.” She takes a long swig of her beer before adding, almost so quietly I don’t hear, “Maybe.”

I stand and slowly walk over to her. Once I’m a step behind her, she reaches out and grabs the railing, as if she’s anticipating a touch before it comes. There’s something about this little show of vulnerability that brings out the confidence in me. I guess I just needed to see that I’m not alone with the nerves. That my being here is affecting her the same way being here is affecting me. Not sure what to do, I decide to go slow and I don’t touch her, “Do you know any constellations?”

She takes a shallow breath before looking up at the sky and pointing, “That’s the Southern Cross right there.”

Squinting, and genuinely interested, I lean closer to her, “Where?”

With something to focus on other than my body right behind her, she tries to get me to see what she’s pointing at, “Just there. Do you see that big star with the three small ones around it?”

Chuckling softly, I answer, “Yes. Right next to the bigger star with the four other small ones around it?”

“Don’t be an ass,” she turns to look at me over her shoulder.

“I’m not being an ass! I’m asking a legitimate question!” She turns back around and I mumble, “I hope you give better directions in bed.”

Turning her head only slightly back my direction, she answers softly, “Keep acting like an ass and you won’t find out.”

Oooh, fire! I lean in closer to her ear, “If I keep acting like an ass,” I press against her back, “you’ll melt into this deck.”

I watch with satisfaction as her jaw clenches before she shocks me, “I might melt into the deck, but I bet you’ll melt in my hand.”

“If you do it right, yeah, I will. Thing is, if you melt into the deck, there won’t be a hand for me to melt into.”

Half turning towards me, and with a little bite to her words, she retorts, “If you’ll let me turn around we can have this conversation face to face and you won’t seem so cowardly.”

“Oh,” I scoff, “so now I’m a cowardly ass?” I lean back just enough to let her turn to face me. I don’t look her in the eye immediately; instead, I look down at the deck, “If you melt into the wood, who’s going to be giving me directions in bed?” I look up at her now, knowing that the light from the deck is shining on my eyes at just the right angle to make them very, very blue.

She can only breathe, “Um..”

I lean in and whisper, “What, Al?” I put a hand on the railing behind her and press against her body just slightly, “Tell me. If you melt into the deck, who will tell me how to make you cum?” The words fall out of my mouth and if you could shut the sound of our breathing out, you could almost hear them hit the wood below our feet.

With a slight height advantage, she finds her guts and leans down to whisper, “You shouldn’t have to be told. You should be paying attention.”

“Good point.” I raise my chin just enough to almost make our lips touch before whispering, “May I kiss you?”

Not letting our stare break for a moment, she answers, “Please.”

Caught between pure lust and the anticipation of the first kiss, I don’t know if I should take her fast or take my time. My brain, in a moment of clarity before being clouded with desire again, makes the decision for me and brings my hand up to stroke her cheek. This movement makes her eyes close. I wonder, in this moment, if she knows how beautiful she is. I reach out with my other hand and grab the railing behind her. Milliseconds before our lips meet, I’m vaguely aware of her hand in my hair. But once flesh meets flesh, I am aware of only one thing…I see stars…but my eyes are very much closed.

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