No Curfew

Who: Kyle and Alexis
When: Late night
Where: Bonfire/homeward bound/Alexis' house
Warning: NSFW

It'd been a fun evening, at least for Kyle, hanging out with his friends and spending time with Alexis. He'd had a couple drinks, but nothing that would prevent him from being able to walk Alexis home. It would have probably been more comfortable, and warmer, to get a ride but he'd already had to deal with uneasiness of driving there, he didn't think he could keep from totally freaking out on the way home after having had a bit of alcohol. It was late by the time he said his goodbyes to his friends and went to track down Alexis. He was looking forward to the "alone" time with her, given they'd been surrounded by people all night. A goodnight kiss was definitely in the cards.

Alexis had deemed the bonfire a success, pleased with the turn out and how long people actually stayed. It was cold enough that she'd been worried about them leaving early, but the fire had done it's job, and the group lingered as long as they could find warmth. As the fire began to die, she began to search out Kyle, a couple of blankets in her hands, and a bag on her shoulder. Even if she wasn't walking perfectly straight, she was sure she was doing fine enough to get home. Now she was glad she didn't have the car. "Hey you," she smiled, strolling up to him lazily. "Ready to take off?"

"More then ready," Kyle replied, reaching out to take the blankets from her hands to carry them himself. "You sure you don't want to catch a ride with someone? I don't want you to walk home with me and freeze your butt off." Though he really hoped she'd say no, since he wanted to spend some time with her alone, even if it meant dealing with the chill.

"I really just wanna walk with you," she said, smiling softly. Now that one of her hands was free, she reached out to take his. While the gloves were nice for keeping her hands warm, she would have liked to feel his skin against her own. She'd have to wait for something like that, unfortunately. Winter wasn't made for going gloveless at night. "Kind of glad I didn't drive now. I wouldn't feel safe on the road. I had a good time though."

"See? There's definitely something to this walking thing," Kyle said with a grin. He squeezed her hand lightly in his and began to lead her home. "Comes in handy after a couple drinks. But I'm glad you had a good time. I did too." And watching Gabe with Breezy tonight, he was feeling even better since it seemed his friend had also been enjoying himself. "I'm glad you guys put this whole thing together. Kind of like a last hurrah before the snow hits. We'll have to find ways to occupy ourselves inside on the weekends from now on."

"Yeah, I'm glad we got to spend some time out here. It's nice, if you're warm enough to enjoy it," she smiled. "Once the snow hits, we'll have to have movie nights. With hot chocolates. And maybe game nights, if people are up for that. You could host a small pool party in that basement of yours," she pointed out with a grin. Kyle had everything he could possibly need to host a number of parties, provided his parents would let him. She suspected that was the issue, if any. Plus, he wouldn't want a huge number of people in his house.

He laughed and nodded. "It's been awhile since I've hosted a party in my house. My parents generally don't mind it, as long as the house doesn't get trashed. When you invite practically everyone from school, that's an issue. But I wouldn't mind having certain people over for a poker night, or something like that. Plenty in my house to keep people busy, I think. And Halloween is coming up, so I think I want to do something with that, or convince someone else too. I was thinking a party in the orphanage could be creepy, if it's warm enough."

"Oooo, that would definitely be creepy. But you're right on the warmth issue. Halloween's only fun if you're not all bundled up over your costume," she said. If she was going to be spending any time outside, she'd need something warmer than the last costume she wore. "Smaller parties can be good, if it's not something like Halloween though. Like if everyone came over to play video games or something-- you don't want twenty people when only four can play, but if they can rotate or something..." It was just a thought, and one she really wouldn't push. If she had a more advanced system, she'd invite people over to play a bit more often herself.

"The nice thing about my basement is that there's plenty to do," Kyle said. "I've had friends over to play pool, while some sit on their asses all night in front of the XBox." Shrugging, he pulled her closer. The great thing about cold weather was that he could use it as an excuse to keep a girl flush up against him. "I'll have to give it some thought. We've got a bit of time, maybe? I'll figure something out. All I know is we've got to keep busy, especially in the winter, or things are going to get really dull around here."

"No rush," she smiled up at him, enjoying the feeling of being close to him, plus the added warmth. "I'm sure I can keep you occupied inside," she teased, already able to think of several different ways to distract him from the cold. They walked for a bit in silence, and her mind began to wander, eyes and ears in tune to the noises around them. "Do you think it's safe here? In Marquette?" she asked, curious to see what his answer would be. They were walking alone in the dark, and she wasn't a threat, but she believed there was more out there than he did, that was certain.

"I'll hold you to that," Kyle said with a chuckle. "Do I think it's safe in Marquette? Yeah, more or less. There were some weird patches here and there, but things have been quiet lately." He looked down at her curiously. "Are you scared or something? I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

"I just know some weird things have happened," she said, then gave a little laugh. "Maybe it's just my paranoid mind. You know I've got an overactive imagination, right?" At least, that's what she was going to call it with him, since he didn't believe in even half the stuff she did. Arguing with him that there might be vampires out there wasn't going to help anything. "I have the bad tendency to wonder who might be watching us."

"That's more like paranoia," Kyle told her with a small smile. "There's no one watching us, I promise." He knew she had some weird views, but he highly doubted those weird views were going to land in the middle of Marquette. "If I really thought we were in danger walking home together, I would have had someone drive us." He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "But if it makes you feel better, I'll start carrying around my hockey stick in case people try to mess with us."

"That's okay," she said, smiling as he kissed the top of her head. Now would probably not be the time to tell him she had a gun in her backpack, just in case. Her father had insisted on it when he found out she was going to be out late, and possibly walking home. It wasn't worth the effort to argue. "I appreciate the offer, though. And the fact that you're putting up with my rampant paranoia. Is there anything you're scared of?" she asked.

Kyle was happily oblivious to any firearms in Alexis's bag. She was right that he probably would have freaked out had he known it was there. "I'm scared of stuff, yeah. But more like small things. Phobias, I guess? I'm scared of losing my parents, or dying." Kyle paused, debating for a moment over what else to say. "I'm scared of driving actually. But that's something I usually keep to myself so it stays just between us if that's okay. It's a stupid phobia, but it's there."

"None of those are stupid," Alexis said, looking over at him. "I'm scared of losing my dad, and of dying. And there are a lot sillier things to be scared of than driving." In fact, it was a pretty logical fear, considering the number of car accidents each year. "Is it actually being behind the wheel? Or just being in a car?" she asked, remembering how he'd ridden his bike to his house, while she'd driven there instead. "Not that you have to tell me, but I swear I won't breathe a word to anyone."

It felt weird talking about his phobia and really the only other person who really knew about the depth of it was Gabe. But he felt comfortable enough with Alexis that he could talk about it and she wouldn't run her mouth the way someone like Chrissy would. "Kind of both. It's worse when I'm a passenger, but I don't really like driving either. When I'm in a car with someone, I can't really concentrate because I'm waiting to hit something, or for someone to hit the car. I'm just waiting for it, even if I know it probably isn't going to happen. And then I start to panic a bit and it's not really a pleasant experience for anyone. I've been riding my bike around town for over a year, even in the winter. It's freezing, but better than the alternative for me."

"You think you'd feel safer on a motorcycle?" she asked, remembering that he'd wanted one eventually, if his parents would let him. It seemed a bit backwards, since a car was technically safer, but if it was a phobia he was dealing with, then it didn't have to make sense. "Did... something happen?" she asked tentatively, aware that this was a sensitive subject due to the way he'd asked her not to talk about it. If something did happen, then that would make it even more so. It was good for her to know, though, so she could plan around it. She certainly wouldn't ask for any dates that required driving.

"Yeah, because I see a motorcycle like my bike. Only faster. And cooler," he added with a smile. "I guess I'd feel like I have more control over it. Which I know might not make any sense." But it did to him and that was the important thing. "I had an accident a little over a year ago. A truck hit my uncle's car when he was driving me home and it fucked me up a bit. I haven't really been comfortable in a car since. I can do it, if I absolutely need to, but it's not a lot of fun for me. I get away with riding my bike, since it's a small town, but I think if some of my friends knew I was afraid of driving, they'd probably get on me about it."

"I think you'd look cool on a motorcycle," Alexis smiled. It was definitely a look that fit him, and she liked the idea of catching a ride with him by hopping on the back. She nodded as she listened to him explain his issue with cars, understanding that an accident could easily bring on such a fear. She didn't know how she'd handle something like that herself, having never experienced it. "I think if they got onto you about it, then they're stupid fucking friends," Alexis said, pursing her lips together, angry at imaginary people. It was a sign that she'd had too much to drink when she started cursing at imaginary people. "They should support you, not make things worse."

"A lot of them don't know all the details and I don't really feel like explaining everything to them." He shrugged once. "Honestly, it's okay. I've got along just fine on my bike and I don't see that changing anytime soon. It's not the coolest thing, dating a guy who rides a bicycle, but maybe I'll get a motorcycle soon and I can take you to school in style." Kyle smiled and nudged her shoulder with his. "Your dad's not gonna be mad that you're getting home so late, is he?"

"It's not like I have a car," Alexis shrugged. "I really don't mind, though if you do get a bike, I'm definitely bumming rides. Then maybe I can look as kick ass as you." There was something about dating a guy who rode a motorcycle that was just way hot. "My dad's not gonna know," Alexis smirked. "He left town this afternoon, hence my lack of ride. Got word this morning that there's a sale to be had and went to... work the deal, or something." Fibbing her way through her dad's business could be a pain in the ass, but she generally just implied that she didn't know a lot about it. "No curfew," she grinned. "Empty house."

"Oh yeah?" Cocking an eyebrow, Kyle grinned and shook his head. Definitely the wrong thing to tell a teenage boy raging with hormones. "I'll do my best not to take advantage of the fact." Though he really, really wanted to. Even if it was just laying in bed with her to sleep, but that was probably still moving a bit fast for her. "If you want anyone to come over tomorrow and keep you company, let me know."

"I dunno... Maybe I want you to take advantage of that fact," Alexis said, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as a blush crept up her face. This counted as date three, right? Something about that made her feel better about inviting him in, though it could be that she'd had a good amount to drink and the idea of his hands on her was far more appealing than sending him home after a kiss at the door. "Not that you have to or anything, but..."

And that was definitely not something to tell a teenage boy after admitting one's parent was out of town. Kyle resisted jumping at the chance, and instead looked at her closely, trying to figure out if she was just appeasing him or she really wanted to him stay over for awhile. "Do you want me to?" Because it sounded like a really, really good idea to him.

"I wouldn't mention it if I didn't want you to," Alexis said, squeezing his hand. She understood his hesitancy, especially since she'd backed off the night before, but she'd thought a lot about it, about how far she was comfortable going, and thought that maybe she could handle it this time. "That doesn't mean you're gonna get laid," she laughed nervously.

"Then maybe I'll stay for a bit," he agreed, squeezing her hand back. "Do the noble gentlemanly thing, right? Keeping a young woman company so she's not alone in an empty house?" Kyle couldn't help but laugh before reaching up to rub his hand over his hair. "I'm not really expecting to get laid, so ah, I guess we're on the same page there."

"Good for that," Alexis grinned, stopping for a moment to turn and face him. "I didn't think you'd assume that much. In fact, you can probably cross it off your list for the time being, though I'll be sure to let you know if I change my mind." She ended by leaning in for a kiss, a quick one that left her lips tingling and eager for more. "So, will your parents mind if you're out this late?"

Well, that was pretty blunt. Kyle wasn't really all that sure how to take it. He wasn't expecting to get laid tonight, or even in the near future when it came to Alexis, but he certainly wasn't crossing things off his "list" unless he wanted to. That was the frustrating thing about girls sometimes. They had way too much power, and they know it. Kyle didn't have time to respond properly since she was kissing him, so instead he kissed her back and took her hand again to keep walking. "They don't care, as long as they know where I am from time to time. And if they think I'm with Gabe, they generally don't check in with me so it'll be fine."

Alexis had never considered withholding sex from him as a sign of power, and would have been uncomfortable had he voiced that way of thinking. It wasn't something she was willing to consider at the moment, seeing as how they'd only been dating a week and she wasn't even all that sure they were exclusive. And she didn't want to ask. She didn't know if Kyle cared for her or not, and she didn't like the idea of having sex with a guy that didn't genuinely feel affection for her. Kyle was great, and she enjoyed spending time with him, but she suspected he could easily walk away from the relationship without worrying too much. Until he was invested in her, she wasn't sure she could invest as much in him. "My dad would freak if I didn't come home," Alexis smiled, her steps slow, her mind elsewhere. "He'd hunt me down before the sun rose and ground me for at least a week."

"You always have to have an alibi," Kyle told her with a grin. "Always have a friend who'll vouch for you if need be. Gabe's been mine since we became friends. He'll tell his mom he's with me, and vice versa. It helps that my parents like Gabe, so they trust him. And me, to an extent. But I think maybe parents are a bit more strict with girls? I don't know." He couldn't even remember what it was like to be grounded. He was pretty good at covering his tracks when he did something wrong, or hiding the evidence.

"I gotta get me one of those," Alexis said with a grin. "I bet Breezy would do it for me. Maybe Lily. I'll have to set something up, just in case." This wasn't a case where she needed it, but it would be a good idea for the future. "You two sound close," she said thoughtfully. "How long have you known him?" She knew that Kyle had lived there his whole life, but she wasn't all that sure about Gabe. From the sound of it, they'd known each other forever.

"Get someone you trust, and someone your dad would like if he met them. They're much more suspicious and paranoid if you're using someone they dislike on the spot. I've known Gabe since he moved to town. A couple years, I think. It's easy to grow close to someone when you see them all the time, and since we're on the hockey team, it didn't take long." Really, he trusted Gabe more than the friends he'd known since grade school. "He's a good guy, despite some of the rumors that go around at times."

Alexis figured it would help if her dad actually met some of her friends. He'd started asking about them lately, since it was the first time she'd ever been this social in a new town. Maybe she'd have a sleepover this coming weekend. "So long as Breezy isn't going to have a pregnancy scare, he seems cool," she said, teasingly lightly. She'd heard the rumors about Gabe and Chrissy, but didn't know what to believe there. "He does seem to get in a lot of fights though... I heard he broke some guy's nose."

"Gabe learned his lesson," Kyle assured her. "I think the guy's gonna double bag it from here on out, actually. He kind of has a short temper, but it's not..." Kyle paused, trying to figure out a way to explain Gabe's behavior. "It doesn't usually snap unless provoked. Granted, he has a swing first think later mentality, but that can't really be helped. And he broke Craig's nose because he was saying some shit about one of Gabe's friends. He's not an asshole or anything, he just gets defensive sometimes."

It was reassuring to know that the fight had been in defense of a friend. It might have been a bit more than Alexis could ever see herself doing, but it was definitely better than Gabe just randomly lashing out at someone. She could justify defensive fights, at least in some cases. "Well, he seemed nice the one time I met him, and I think Breezy likes him, or was at least enjoying herself with him," Alexis smiled. "It's good to have close friends. I don't have anyone I've known for all that long, but I'd like to." It was something she was working on, along with everything else.

"Yeah, definitely looked like they were having fun." Kyle chuckled. "I'm definitely a supporter of it, if she likes him. Gabe definitely needs some distraction and she's pretty cute. But you know, if you stick around town long enough, I'm sure you'll get closer to the girls you're friends with now." He imagined it wasn't very easy to make friends, moving around as often as she said that she did. "Do you keep in touch with any of your friends from past schools?"

"We email from time to time, but I didn't really make an effort in my other schools. I just kind of let things pass, since I knew I was likely to move at the end of the year," Alexis said. Leaving Marquette was going to be painful when the time came, since it would be the first time she was leaving people she'd actually invested in. She didn't want to think about it, though, or she'd get upset now, long before it was an issue. "Maybe we'll stay here longer this time... I hope so. It's gonna be hard to leave."

He almost mentioned graduation, and how she could stay if she wanted, but then he remembered she wasn't a senior. "Maybe your dad will like it here and you guys can settle down for awhile. Or at least settle in one place for you since he doesn't seem to have an issue with going out of town for his job and leaving you here." He knew when he left for college, he had people he would keep in touch with. And some people would fall by the wayside without another thought.

"Maybe," she said hopefully, "It all depends on how much work is in the area. Marquette's been working out well for him, more than the last few places we've been, so it's possible we can stay longer." On the other hand, if there really was that much work in Marquette, Alexis had to wonder how long the town would stay standing. "I try not to dwell on it till it's really an issue. It's always possible he'll let me stay in one place long enough to finish off my senior year."

"That'd be nice. Maybe an early graduation present." Kyle carefully adjusted the blankets in his arm. He really should have made someone else drive their stuff home for them. "Do you know what you want to do after high school? Since you'll have more freedom and everything and not have to worry about moving all over."

"I don't know. It still seems a long way off. I know I wanna go to college, but I don't know what I want to study. It'd be nice to have my own space, to stay in one place for a while. I've got a while to figure it out at least. What about you?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You're closer to graduating than I am. Got any plans?"

"College. Don't know where yet, but I think they start pushing that on us around the first of the year. Maybe somewhere close, or maybe somewhere down south where it's warm." A party school, preferably, because Kyle had every intention of pushing the college experience to the limit if he could. Fraternities, parties, girls in sororities, beer, girls... girls. "I don't really know what I want to do with myself, but I think that'll come to me in time too. I'm really thinking I just want to enjoy senior year and end it on a good note before worrying about all the other stuff."

"Warm is nice," Alexis smiled. "I might go back to Florida, now that you mention it. Or California. I liked being down near the beach. Not that the beach here isn't nice, but I never had to worry about it getting this cold." In fact, she could still be swimming around now, if she had a wet suit. "Right now I'm trying to live the life I have. Get stuck worrying about the future and you miss enjoying the present, right? There's no need to worry about it. Whatever's right should just fall into place."

"Yeah." Easier said than done, for some people, but Kyle definitely agreed with the philosophy. "I think at this point the smart thing to do would be to just keep thinking about warm climates. I think the tips of my toes are freezing," he admitted with a laugh. "I think hoping for a mild winter was nothing more than wishful thinking."

"Let's go in and warm your toes up then," Alexis laughed, turning to pull him up the front walk to her house. She was surprised they'd gotten there so quickly, but maybe they'd just been walking fast due to the cold. "Keep thinking warm thoughts, though. I'd love to be laying out on the beach about now. Have you ever been surfing?"

"Never been surfing," he said, following her into the house. He was embraced by warmth and released a happy sigh. Maybe his toes would have feeling in them again shortly. "I go swimming every summer when the lake gets warm, but the most I've done is gone boating. I'm guessing you've been surfing before?"

"Yep," she smiled, shutting the door behind him and locking it. "I was pretty good when I was younger, but it's been a while since I've been near water to try. Maybe I can plan some kind of spring break trip to the beach. Some place warm." By then she'd be sick of the cold, she was sure. "So, would you like the tour?" she asked, slipping off her jacket. "It's nowhere near as grand as your house. In fact, we can see almost the whole thing from right here, except the kitchen and my room."

"You need some place with waves," Kyle grinned. "And spring break is definitely a good time to plan it." He set the blankets down and pulled off his coat. "I'd definitely like a tour." Inside, the house was small, but cozy. "I think I'm gonna need to see the kitchen and your room. Gotta get a feel for the house as a whole, you know?" Which was a lame, joking attempt to get into her room. He was curious to see what it was like.

"Come on, then," she said, taking his hand. "Here goes the grand tour in under a minute," she laughed. "This would be the living room, where the main source of entertainment is the television. Not the DVD player and the playstation 2. We're living high tech," she said, smiling with sarcasm. There was nothing special about the living room, though they did have a bit more furniture than usual. There was a couch with two chairs, a coffee table, a fireplace, and the television. Decorations were sparse, but Alexis had done her best to make it look homey. She pulled him towards the kitchen, flipping on a light so that they could see where they were going.

"Nothing wrong with having a television for entertainment," Kyle said, following her into the kitchen. "My favorite place in anyone's house... the kitchen. Do you do the majority of cooking or do you do a lot of pizza and stuff?" His mom generally cooked a couple times a week and had leftovers put away from him, but more often than not he ordered pizza or chinese food for himself.

"I do about half of it," she smiled, walking over to the fridge and pulling them both out cans of pop. She didn't have beer, so it was the next best thing, though she was still nicely buzzing from their drinks earlier. "My dad and I take turns, and when he's out I eat leftovers unless I'm lazy. If you ever wanna come over, I'm more likely to cook with company. It just seems like too much effort when I'm by myself."

"Thanks." He smiled and glanced around, trying to imagine his mother cooking in a smaller kitchen. She'd probably have a fit and break down a few walls to expand it. He took the can of soda from her and motioned with it. "So what about the rest of the place?"

"Well, there's the dining room," she said, shutting off the kitchen light and leading him through a door to a completely empty room, save the boxes on the floor. "We don't get a lot of use out of it, since we eat in the kitchen," Alexis said, continuing on through, turning on and off lights as needed. "Then we go back to the living room. That room's my dad's," she pointed to the one on the end. "The middle's his study, and then this," she opened the door to the last bedroom, "is my room." It was nothing elaborate, since she hadn't lived there all that long, but she'd still done her best to decorate. There were beads hanging between the closet and her bedroom, posters on the walls, and a desk with a laptop computer. Her bedspread was blue with white trim and white sheets, though her bed wasn't actually made. Alexis cringed. "Sorry, I didn't think about having visitors," she said, feeling the need to go straighten the covers.

He followed, wondering what it would be like to live in a small place like this, with barely anything in it. He was so used to having all the space in the world. Really, having just about anything he wanted. He walked into her room and gave it a much more thorough examination. "I'm really happy it's not pink," he admitted, smiling at her. "I've been in a couple girls' rooms where it looked like someone poured a hundred bottles of Pepto Bismal everywhere."

Alexis crinkled up her nose at the idea of a pink room. "I think that might make me sick. I like pink, but not that much. I prefer cool colors, like blues and greens. I think it makes my room look clean," she said, straightening back up now that the bed looked somewhat better. "I really want to paint the walls light blue, or maybe a pale green. It's part of my initiative to make the house feel lived in," she smiled.

"Pepto Bismal is supposed to make you feel better when you feel sick," Kyle said before chuckling and moving a few more steps into the room. He didn't want to just sit, or go near her bed without her permission. A girl's room was almost like a foreign country to him sometimes. He didn't want to do anything without knowing the rules. "But I like it. Definitely cozy."

"Thanks," she smiled, her hands sliding into the back pockets of her jeans. Now was that slightly awkward feeling again, where she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She certainly didn't want to just stand there and stare at him. "So, um. What do you want to do?" she asked with a little laugh. She knew what she wanted him to do, but she couldn't really ask for that.

"That's kind of a loaded question, isn't it?" Kyle asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. He walked over to her, his hands falling to her waist to pull her closer. He ducked his head down to kiss her, gently at first. He definitely wanted to do more, but he also didn't want to freak her out. He had been wanting to kiss her properly all night, and now that they were alone, he finally could.

"Would it be better if I just asked for a kiss?" Alexis smiled, heart thumping as he stepped over to her. She was new to this, and still not sure how to get what she wanted, but he hadn't been the only one waiting for this moment. Alexis lifted her arms to wrap around his neck as he kissed her, glad things were starting slow. She needed a moment to shake off her nerves, but then she was ready to commit to the kiss, opening her mouth to his as her fingers slid up into his hair.

That was encouraging, and he was glad she wasn't tense or uneasy about it. He was happy with just standing there and kissing her with privacy and warmth. And he didn't have to keep one eye on the door because her dad wasn't home, which made everything so much better. Kyle's hand slid around to the small of her back where his fingers pressed against her. He knew his boundaries now, and just had to remember not to cross them.

Alexis doubted that they'd have made it as far as her room if her dad were home. Kyle might not have been allowed inside, let alone to stand there and kiss her. She was feeling far more confident than the night before, her brain a hazy mix of desire and excitement. It might have been partially due to the beer from earlier, but she certainly wasn't so drunk she'd make bad decisions. Her body pressed against his, teeth lightly scraping his bottom lip as she smiled to herself. This was quite a way to end the night. She was quickly deciding it was her favorite part.

He felt his body beginning to respond to the way she kissed him, so he kept a bit of distance between their bodies so she wouldn't get embarrassed or flustered should she press against his hips. His hands lifted into her hair where his fingers stroked through the silky strands before he stroked his tongue against hers. He was still amazed that for such an inexperienced kisser, she was pretty damn good at it.

Holy hell, is he good at that! She'd never been able to imagine how having a guy's tongue in her mouth would be something she'd want, until it actually happened. It sounded gross, and yet made her hot in ways she'd never quite experienced on her own. When his fingers slid into her hair, her own hands dropped to his hips, fingers hooking around his belt and pulling him against her. Kyle might have been trying to keep distance between them, but she had other ideas. It hadn't even crossed her mind to be embarrassed.

Kyle was surprised when she pulled him against her, but he most definitely wasn't complaining. It felt good, the bit of pressure, and everything that was warm was suddenly becoming hot. His lips pulled away from hers to trail down her jaw and back to her ear. This was why he loved touching girls. They were so soft and silky in all the right places. Knowing Alexis had never really been touched by a guy made it oddly more of a turn on than he expected. He shifted to move her back toward the bed. Kissing was even better laying down.

The kisses on her lips had been so good that Alexis hadn't thought kisses elsewhere could be better, but damn was she wrong. A shiver ran down her back as she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to the tender skin of her neck. She'd never realized how sensitive she was there, his kisses giving her goosebumps as her hands tightened on his belt. She shuffled backwards at his urging, the back of her legs eventually hitting the bed. It didn't make her near as nervous as she thought it would, and found her heart was beating with excitement instead.

As carefully as he could, or rather as gracefully as he could, Kyle pushed her back, his arm coming out first for leverage on the mattress, his other hand around the small of her back so she was able to lay back without falling. He didn't stop kissing her neck, since he really didn't want to break contact, or the mood. There had always been something really exciting about being on a hot girl's bed, even if he knew he wasn't getting any. It was definitely nice to imagine what she did there all on her own.

Oh! There was falling! Alexis laughed softly, hoping not to break the mood, but very pleased with how well he maneuvered her backwards, as well as a tiny bit impressed. She knew if she'd been in his position, it wouldn't have been near as graceful a move. Once on the bed, she scooted herself back slightly, tugging him along with her as she toed off her shoes. And when she was finally comfortable, her hands took an opportunity to begin exploring, one rubbing up and down his side while the other began to massage his neck, gently encouraging his kisses.

Since she took off her shoes, he did the same, though it took him a bit longer, and he had a lot less finesse getting it done, but they finally fell with a thump on the side of her bed before he laid out beside her. His own hands got to exploring, though he kept them in appropriate places like her side and hip. He deepened their kisses, very happy with how the evening turned out. There was really nowhere else he'd rather be than with her, doing exactly this. Every part of his body was overly warm now and he nibbled gently at her lower lip.

Her hands might have stayed in appropriate places, but they weren't content to stay above his shirt. Tugging gently at his shirt tail, she pulled it from his pants, allowing her hand to slide beneath. His skin was warm and her fingers explored the small exposed area, brushing down his back, then just along the edge of his pants. Boxers or briefs? She couldn't tell at the moment, but that was okay. If she could persuade him to stay the night, then there was no need to hurry, though it was her own patience that might chance the pace.

He couldn't help but shiver slightly at the feel of her fingers on his bare skin. It was more than nice and he figured since she was touching, that maybe it was okay for him to touch too. His lips nibbled at her throat while he slipped a hand under the hem of her shirt. His hand rested lightly on her stomach where his fingers drifted softly over her skin. It was hard doing things slow when he had been drinking a bit and was already horny as hell. But Kyle liked the way she was touching him and he didn't want to do anything that would make her want to stop.

There was absolutely no part of Alexis that thought stopping was a good idea. She was enjoying this far too much to pull back, and any nerves she'd had from the night before were shaken by the alcohol still in her system. When she realized that his touch was mirroring her own, she slid her hand up higher, then around to the front to brush over his abs. And then there was melting, as she was able to feel the muscle beneath soft skin. Fuck, that was hot. And if the feel of him wasn't enough, there was his mouth on her neck, the light brush of teeth making her steadily hotter. Her leg slid over his own, hooking over it as she pulled in closer, and then she could feel him pressed against her, earning him a little moan of approval.

Kyle's mouth returned to claim hers in a heated kiss. He groaned against hers lips, because her fingers were doing really delicious, arousal inducing things. Not that it took much to turn on Kyle on, but it was more than nice. He pressed against her again, his hand moved further up her stomach until it covered her breast. This, of course, was where she stopped him last time, so he knew he should have been hesitant. But it was hard to rein himself in sometimes and it wasn't like he was trying to tear her clothes off. He just wanted to touch her and her breast was soft and warm under the fabric and he just wanted to... Christ, stopping was going to be really, really hard.

Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric of her bra and warmth spread between her legs as his hand spread over her breast. Stopping him didn't even cross her mind as she pressed her hips against his own. There was no concern that pizza would arrive any minute, no worry that her dad might walk in, and it just felt so good. Her hands slid up his chest, unable to get enough of touching him as she kissed him back. Was it wrong to want more? What would he think of her? She wished she knew these things, what was appropriate and did it even matter? Maybe she'd ask him... later. Right now, getting more of him was more important.

He was becoming increasingly convinced that she was trying to torture him. His jeans were feeling a bit too tight now, and his hands wanted to grope and possess every inch of her hot body, still covered in clothes. He really needed to remedy that, and if she wanted him to stop, he would, as tough as it would be. His fingers tugged the fabric of her bra down so he could touch her properly and his thumb fanned over her nipple softly before tugging it between it fingers. Jesus Christ, she was hot. He had no worries about parents or interruptions, so he let himself go and with each flick of his tongue against hers, pressed against her hips. He wanted to feel the friction and he was pretty sure she was enjoying it just as much as he was.

Oh God. Holy fuck, that felt good. More than good. Amazing, yet very uncomfortable between her legs, a feeling that was only slightly relieved by the way she pressed against him. She had no doubts that he was feeling the same kind of thing, and her hand slid back down his chest, pausing at his waist, only a brief hesitation before her hand slid down over the front of his jeans and squeezed gently. A blush crept up her cheeks, but she didn't let that stop her. She'd done that to him, just through kisses and touches. It was empowering and arousing, and all she could think about was what he might feel like beneath the fabric of his jeans.

That took him by surprise, both the feel of her hand on him and the fact that she actually took initiative to touch him that way. It was fucking hot and it tore another, louder groan from his lips. He pulled his lips from hers to bury his face against her neck. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he lifted his head from her to look down into her face. Her lips were a dark pink from their kisses and her face was wonderfully flushed. It felt so good that Kyle couldn't help the instinctive urge to push himself against her hand and with his heart pounding in his chest, Kyle moved his hand away from her breast to the hem of her shirt where he started to drag it upward to take it off. He definitely wanted to see more skin and maybe taste it too.

Alexis decided she should make it her goal to make him make more noises like that and she squeezed him again, encouraged by his reaction, brushing a kiss against his jaw as he buried his face against her neck. When he pulled back to look at her, Alexis scrapped her teeth over her bottom lip, unsure of what his sudden stopping meant until he pushed back into her hand. Smirking to herself, she helped him with her shirt, then reached for his own, thinking it was only fair. She doubted he was going to complain. The idea of feeling skin on skin was too awesome to pass up.

Complaining was most definitely not on the agenda anywhere. He hurried out of his own shirt, not minding that she wanted it off. He was really willing to do anything she wanted him too as long as he could to see and touch her. Her breasts were beautiful, even still encased in her bra, but then again he knew they would have been. Kyle really just wanted to bury his face between them. Without giving it much thought, he ducked his head and closed his lips around her exposed nipple, sucking it gently between his teeth. He wanted to taste and bite and lick, but he also wanted to feel her writhing against him and making all the little noises that got his blood pumping. He wanted her to enjoy it all as much as he was.

"Ohhhh... fuck," she gasped, her back arching off the bed as he began to tease her nipple. Why the hell had she stopped him last night? What had she been thinking, cause this was possibly the best she'd ever felt. Kyle was just so warm, his skin soft with hard muscle beneath it, and she was really thinking it'd be nice to lose his pants, except that was a little intimidating at the same time. Maybe if some of the lights were turned off, or if the curtains were closed, or... or something. Just the idea of him seeing her similarly made her self conscious, even if she wasn't sure there was anything for her to be worried about. She really should just stop thinking and enjoy it, and her eyes fluttered shut as she did just that.

That was exactly what he was aiming for and his hand slipped beneath her to her back when she arched up against him. He held her close, his tongue and teeth playing with her nipple as his hand slid to the clasp of her bra to release it. When the clasp parted, Kyle pulled up just long enough to slide the material from her body and dump it elsewhere. When it was gone, he rolled more firmly on top of her and began to place tiny kisses between her breasts. Everything inside of him was unbearably hot, and his muscles were tense from wanting her. He was already rock hard and aching, but he could worry about that later. Right now he just wanted to make her feel good.

When her bra came off, there was the automatic desire to cover herself, stifled when his kisses moved between her breasts. Her arms lifted to wrap around his neck, her hands slowly rubbing up and down his back. It had been cool when they'd entered the room, but now it seemed unbearably hot. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she pressed against him with a whimper. It had never occurred to her that she'd want like this, that she'd let a guy take her shirt off and kiss her breasts. That she'd want so much more, just from what she had. Alexis had always thought she'd be dating a guy a long time before it got to this point, that it'd be months before he ever saw this much of her body. Apparently she underestimated how good it would feel once they started kissing, and things just seemed to progress from there.

Loving the way her legs wrapped around his waist, Kyle bit gently at her nipple again before he moved up to crush his mouth against hers. Ideally they would both be naked, but that would be a very bad idea, given the rules set in place. Kyle wondered briefly if he could convince her, but decided against trying. He didn't want her to end up loathing him for that reason, or any other reason for that matter. His chest pressed against her breasts and he made a noise in his throat, clearly liking the skin on skin contact. He rocked himself against her, feeling almost intoxicated by the friction it caused in his jeans. If he kept on this way, he was going to have a potentially embarrassing situation on his hands. Coming in his pants wasn't an ideal way to end the night. With a groan, he forced himself away and shifed against her side, his hand coming to rest on her belly before his fingers moved to the button of her pants. He licked his lips and looked at her. "Can I?" he asked, his voice hoarse from arousal.

As he rocked against her, Alexis realized just how far this could go for her, that he could probably get her there doing just this. Her breathing sped up and her legs tightened as she kissed him with abandon, never expecting him to pull away as he did. Alexis groaned, reaching for him till she realized his intent. She glanced down, body still tingling with desire, then nodded. "Can you shut the curtains first?" she asked. "And the door?" Wearing so little made her feel vulnerable in ways she hadn't ever considered, and while she knew that it didn't matter if her door was open or shut, it still made her feel better.

Kyle would have probably done just about anything she asked of him, if it meant being able to pop that button. He nodded and climbed from the bed, drawing the curtains closed and walking over to shut her bedroom door. No one was home but whenever he had a girl in his bedroom, he wanted to do the same thing. It definitely felt more private. Returning to Alexis, he knelt over her and kissed her before his hands unbuttoned her pants. He unzipped them, watching her face the entire time. When he began to pull them off, he kept her panties on, not wanting her to feel completely exposed and vulnerable all at once.

When he was up off the bed, Alexis moved back so that her head was on the pillow, one arm crossing over her breasts to cover them. Without him there, actively touching her, she became much more aware of the situation and her nerves began to return. What exactly did he intend to do? And what did he expect back? What underwear was she wearing? Her mind rattled off a number of more intimate questions that were silenced when he returned to the bed, his lips on hers. She was thankful for the kiss, since it seemed to show affection when she knew the other actions were driven by desire. Not that he was alone in this. Alexis took a shaky breath, giving him a small smile as he watched her face. With her pants gone, she was left in a pair of little red boy shorts that didn't feel near as sexy as she wanted, but what was she to do? Reaching for Kyle, she pulled him down for another kiss.

Alexis may not have felt the red boy shorts were sexy, but Kyle did. Hell, she could have probably been wearing anything and he would have found it sexy. Kyle kissed her again, realizing she was probably, maybe, internally freaking out. He didn't want her to feel uneasy or nervous, so he kept kissing her, allowing his hand to run slowly over her breasts and down over her stomach, resting there at the elastic of the boy shorts, but not pushing underneath. At this point, he wasn't expecting anything in return for whatever he might do for her. Kyle might be a horn dog, but he would much rather have a girl touch him because she was comfortable doing so, not because she felt obligated.

Her heart was pumping so hard and fast that she was sure he could hear it, her breathing elevated and her body wound tight. She knew the moment she felt his fingers on her skin that she wanted him to touch her, and yet she could have never asked for it, never thinking she could want anything this badly. So this was how things started, where kissing led to petting and then to stripping and then to this. The line that she'd drawn had been partially ignored in favor of what she wanted now. It was a lot easier to say she'd stop when she wasn't shivering under his touch. Alexis kissed him back, her hands wandering over his chest and stomach. While she wanted his pants of as well, she didn't quite trust herself at the moment. That was a good enough reason to keep them on a bit longer.

Kyle was doing his best to keep that line in the forefront of his mind, but it was difficult with a hot, soft, nearly naked girl laying beside him. He was a bit surprised she was so willing, but he wasn't complaining at all. He liked her, and she liked him and there was nothing wrong with enjoying the mutual attraction. Not in Kyle's mind, anyway. He kept his mouth on hers, kissing her slowly, not wanting to pour too much of his desperation and eagerness into it. He wanted her to be comfortable and not worry about what might happen. His fingers finally slid underneath the elastic of her panties, dipping gently, and tentatively, between her thighs to touch her.

While slow was good, and definitely what she needed, Alexis was feeling more desperate than she ever had in her life. There was nothing to compare this desire to, the need she felt that was directly connected to Kyle touching her. As his fingers slid between her legs, Alexis shuddered, her hands moving to cling to his arms. She was wet, and it embarrassed her, though her skin was flushed from passion. Alexis took a deep breath, then bit her lip, trying to keep quiet, though nothing could hush the little moan that escaped her when his fingers moved gently against her.

The fact that she was so wet made his jeans that much more uncomfortable. She certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about, as Kyle took it as the highest possible compliment. He nuzzled his nose against hers, keeping his touches soft and explorative. The moan sent shivers through him and he wanted to hear more of them. He began to stroke his fingers against her in a slow, but firm rhythm, wanting her body to writhe and tell him when it needed more pressure. He opened his eyes to watch her face, not wanting to miss one flicker of desire.

It was the little things that calmed her nerves, such as the way he nuzzled against her. It was a gesture that seemed more caring than lust driven, and she liked to think there was more between them than just the physical attraction. There were no complaints on that end, though she recognized she was moving a lot faster than she'd ever imagined, her only fear being that this was all he wanted from her. At that very moment, though, she didn't quite care. She'd care more later, when she wasn't writhing on the bed, his hand between her legs. Her hips lifted slightly in time with his rhythm, lips pressed hard together as she whimpered softly. With this kind of build up, she wouldn't last long at all, but she didn't really care, so long as he didn't stop now.

He had no intention of stopping until he felt her come. Kyle wondered what she was like when she did this to herself, what she thought about and if she held back. He was enthralled by the way she was responding to him and knowing that he was the first boy to make her climax was a huge fucking ego boost. Even without getting laid, he was definitely going to wake up the next morning damn proud of himself. He moved against her lifting hips, keeping his thumb stroking her when he slid a finger deep into her wet heat. He groaned at how tight she was, and wished that it was another part of his body pushing into her. It was so fucking hot, and frustrating at the same time.

A gasp turned to a moan as Alexis clenched around Kyle's finger, her nails digging into his shoulders as she curled in towards him. She was so wound up that he didn't have to do much, and she was coming before she even had a chance to be mildly embarrassed about the noises she was making. Alexis moaned softly, her words incoherent as she mumbled them against Kyle's neck, shuddering against him. Nothing had ever felt like that, never had it been so good, but then she'd never had a boy's hand between her legs before and that seemed to make the difference. The world seemed to disappear for a minute, where nothing else mattered except how incredible she felt, and then she was back, cuddled against Kyle, breathless as she kissed her way up his neck, looking for his lips.

That had been... awesome. More than awesome. Watching her face, the way her skin flushed and her lips parted. The sounds she made that heightened his own arousal to the point where it had been nearly unbearable. He found himself too enthralled in her own release to worry about his own. He continued to move his fingers against her until the tremors subsided and when she began to kiss his neck, Kyle shifted and caught her lips with his, his hand slowly stopping, though he didn't move it. He wanted to bask in what had just happened for as long as possible. He kissed her deeply and then carefully pulled his hand from her panties, resting softly on her stomach. If this was going slow, he was more than willing to go along with it. "You're beautiful," he murmured against her lips.

I'm insane, she thought, but refrained from saying so aloud. This was not going slow, but Alexis couldn't regret a second of it, not at this moment. That was easily the most intense physical pleasure she'd ever experienced, and allowing it to happen felt like the best reckless decision she'd ever made. "Thank you," she whispered softly, her hand slowly loosening their grip. With his hand resting on her belly, she was glad he'd left her panties on, if only to provide that last little bit of modesty. She was glad to have it afterwards, when she realized he was still half dressed and hard. "I'm sure you could do a better job than me," she said softly, her hand trailing down to lightly squeeze the buldge between his legs. "But would you mind if I try?"

Swallowing hard, Kyle's eyes closed briefly when her hand drifted over his erection, still pushing painfully against his jeans. Would he mind? Was she insane? He was willing to let her do whatever she wanted to him at that point. He licked his lips and looked at her, searching his eyes with his own to make sure she wasn't offering just in response to what he'd done. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You don't have to, Alexis, really... I wanted to do that for you."

"I want to," she said, kissing him softly. She didn't know how to explain it, but it wasn't nearly as intimidating the other way around. After allowing him to do so much to her, she had no fear in returning the favor. At least, not in this regard. "Besides, you touched me. It's only fair," she teased lightly as her thumb popped open the button on his pants. "I want to know what it's like. Please, Kyle?" Alexis smiled as she asked, kissing him again, certain she would get what she wanted.

Sucking in a breath when she opened the first button, Kyle glanced down at her hand, his entire body buzzing with anticipation. She didn't have to say please, but the fact that she did, that she wanted to touch him, nearly had him embarrassing himself right then and there. He didn't know what it was, since he had been touched, and more, before, but with Alexis, he knew everything was new to her. He finally nodded, his hand lifting to slide through the strands of her hair. "You can do whatever you want to do," he told her with a shaky smile.

Alexis kissed him again as she slid the zipper down on his pants, but past that point had to stop so she could see what she was doing. While he might have been able to navigate by touch, she didn't have the experience to do so. Peeling his pants back exposed his underwear, his erection much more pronounced without his pants to trap him in. Her fingers lightly traced over the outline before she squeezed lightly, able to feel the heat of him clearly beneath the fabric. She'd never realized how hot it was to be able to do this to a guy, but feeling him like this had her heart speeding up again, quietly excited that he wanted her that badly.

He shivered lightly when she touched him and it took everything in him not to push his jeans and boxer briefs completely off. His eyes grew heavy and they slipped shut as he focused on what she was doing to him. His hand itched to cover hers and guide her to what he wanted, but a bigger part of him wanted to see what she would do on her own. The anticipation was almost torture, but it also felt so damn good.

Her eyes rose to watch his face for a moment, never having seen another person so wrapped up in passion, certainly not that she'd caused. It was hard to decide where she wanted to look, since watching his expression was definitely hot. She'd have to wait till she was better at this to do that-- and what a thought, that she'd be better at this eventually. She didn't think Kyle would mind. Sliding her hand across his stomach, Alexis pulled back the waistband of his boxers to slip her hand beneath, wrapping around him with nothing to obstruct her this time. God, he was hard. And hot. She swallowed hard as she began to stroke him, glancing up at his face, hoping she was doing this right. She wanted to make this as good for him as he had for her.

The muscles in his stomach twitched when her hand slid across and he sucked in a breath the second her fingers pushed underneath the waistband of his boxers. A groan escaped his lips when she touched him and the second those fingers began to move, his head fell back against her bed. Cursing softly, Kyle let himself simply enjoy the sensations coursing through his body before he reached down to push his jeans and boxers over his hips far enough that there was nothing restricting her hand. His fingers wrapped around hers and he tightened her grip just a touch, silently guiding her to what felt good for him.

Unlike Alexis, Kyle had no issues with being exposed, and her eyes dropped to watch as he pushed his pants and underwear past his hips. Her thumb brushed lightly over the head of his cock as she licked her lips, her stroking still slow till he reached down to help her. When Kyle's fingers overlapped with hers, Alexis tightened her grip accordingly, enraptured in just watching him. She thought of him doing this to himself, back in his room, thinking of her. Even if he could do it better, she wanted him to remember the feel of her hand on him. She wanted to be the one to make him come.

Kyle was definitely going to remember how it felt. He did this to himself all the time, but nothing ever felt as good as when a girl was doing it to him. He licked his lips and groaned, arching his hips into her touch once his hand fell away from hers. Forcing his eyes open, he couldn't tear his gaze away from watching her jerk him off. "Fuck," he gasped. He turned his face toward hers and lifted a shaky hand to her hair to grip it with his fingers. He pulled her in for a quick kiss, wishing it could last longer, but his breathing was growing too shallow. His hand came to hers again to quicken her strokes. He wasn't going to last long, given everything they had been doing since arriving at her house, and his body began to tighten as the sensations grew sharper.

She kissed him back with enthusiasm, feeling his body tense as she pressed up against him. It was as much skin on skin contact as she could offer, her breasts to his side, her leg sliding over his own. It would have felt even better if she'd had the courage to ditch her panties, but he could still feel her wet between the legs, having soaked through after all they'd done. Her strokes sped up, grip a bit tighter as he'd shown her, torn between watching his face, and watching her hand on him. Instinctively, she knew he was close, either by his breathing, or the way he seemed to twitch in her hand. She couldn't tear her eyes away, almost as eager for him to come as he was as her hips pressed against him in desire.

Kyle couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and his head thunked back again on the bed as everything inside of him spiraled toward completion. He could feel her nearly naked body pressing against his and Kyle let his mind roam to the image of having her on top of him and his body thrusting up into hers. Everything would be wet and hot and tight. "Fuck," he groaned again, his hand reaching out to grip the leg that she had draped over his. His fingers pressed into her skin and he grit his teeth before control uncoiled with him. Cursing again, he thrust up into her grip until his spine began to tingle and everything went taut inside of him. Once his body relaxed, he exhaled shakily, finally opening his eyes to stare above him. That had been fucking brilliant.

That was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. Ever. She didn't even have to question it. Alexis was breathing heavy by the time he finished, her hand still wrapped around him, though no longer moving. Feeling him go soft between her fingers fascinated her, as did the physical evidence of his climax. Slowly, she released him, not entirely sure what to do, but also recognizing this would need a bit more clean up than it did with her. That could wait just a moment, though. She wanted to kiss him first, her lips catching his gently, but quickly building in intensity.

Kyle looked at her when she moved and immediately his eyes closed as he welcomed her kiss. Everything inside of him was sated and feeling lazy now. He'd be happy to not move from that spot for the rest of the night, though he knew he had to. His hand moved through her hair again before he pulled back and smiled sleepily. "Thanks... that was... awesome." He probably could have thought of a more complimentary word, but it was hard when everything felt so damn good and sleepy.

"Yeah," she said softly, smiling against his lips. His mood was quickly rubbing off on her, eyes shutting as her body began to wind down. She knew she couldn't leave him like this, but she wasn't in a hurry to get up at the moment. "You'll stay, won't you?" she asked, really hoping the answer would be yes. Her father wouldn't be home until late tomorrow, and if she could snuggle up with Kyle all night, she'd take the opportunity.

"Course," Kyle murmured. He had already texted his mom about sleeping over at Gabe's when he actually had intentions of doing so. He roused himself enough to shift out from under her and sit up. "I'm going to use the bathroom to wash up really quick first, if that's okay." He really didn't want to make a mess of her bed anymore than he already had.

"That's fine," she said, shifting away from him to let him rise from the bed. As he stepped into the bathroom, Alexis folded down the bed and changed panties, opting this time for pink lace bikini cut. Even if it was after the fact, she wanted to look cute. She considered pulling on a t-shirt, and was still considering it when he came back into the room, kneeling on the bed with the t-shirt in her hand. Maybe it would be good to have on hand in the morning, but right now she wasn't really feeling all that body-conscious in front of him.

Kyle cleaned himself up in the bathroom and washed his hands before stepping completely out of his jeans and carrying them back into her room. He smiled at her, appreciating the new panties she had on. They were different from the boy cut, but definitely still as sexy. "I'm not wearing a shirt," he explained, dropping his jeans on the floor and slipping onto the bed with her. "So I think it's only fair that you don't either."

"Is that the way it works?" Alexis asked, dropping her shirt to the side with a grin. She crawled closer to him, distinctly aware of her bare chest, but trying not to be bothered by it. When she got close enough, she slid her arms around his neck, her chest pressed against his own. "Is that your way of telling me you like them?"

His hands fell to her hips, his fingers slipping under the material of her panties to feel her skin beneath the lace. "Yeah, I like them," he said with a soft chuckle. The feel of her breasts pressing against his chest was sexy as hell and he tried to keep himself from getting aroused all over again. He bent his head down to kiss her gently. "I'll be sure to keep you close to me all night so you don't get chilly."

"I'd like that," she mumbled, kissing him back. This. felt. amazing. She couldn't believe how good it felt to press her body full against him and was glad she hadn't done so earlier, otherwise things might have gotten entirely out of hand. Not that they hadn't already. Alexis smiled against his lips. "I'm not very good at this 'being good' thing," she laughed softly.

"You think I'm complaining about that?" Kyle asked, nuzzling her nose with his before kissing her again. He was already thinking it might be fun to wake her up with his hand between her legs again in the morning. He pulled away and moved back to lay down, taking her hands to tug her down with him. "I'll tell you what, you never have to do the being good thing around me."

"Like you'd argue," Alexis laughed softly, laying down with him. She snuggled up against his side, body half draped over his as her fingers slid up and down his chest, tickling lightly. "I kinda wanna do it again," she whispered, nuzzling against his shoulder as her hand dipped lower, brushing over his package. The only thing stopping her was the late hour and the fact that falling asleep halfway through would not be all that impressive.

His arm was around her, resting comfortable against her shoulder while she was pressed up against his. Kyle's body jerked a bit when she touched him and he chuckled, pressing his lips against her hair. "If you give me awhile, I'll be more than willing to do it again. Though I'm betting you'll be asleep here in no time."

"Maybe in the morning," she said sleepily, her eyes falling closed. Alexis had the feeling that when she woke up with a half-nude Kyle in her bed, she'd be all kinds of horny, and then she wouldn't be too tired to act on it. For now, though, she'd let sleep take priority, still lingering in the afterglow.