Forbidden Desires

'I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been tryna be lately

All I want to do is listen to me and my peace of mind..."

Chris' picture flashed on the screen.

"Hi Mcsexy."

"Well I was at work and it started raining. Something about it made me think of you. I wanted to come over. I just wanted to give you a heads up that I am wet so you know prepare yourself for a wet floor."

"Alright Mister. How will before you're here?"

"How about right now?"

"You're standing the lawn soaking yourself like a little boy aren’t ya?"

"How did you know?"

"Because I have been with you for 4 months now and sweetheart you're an overgrown man-child."

Chris laughed and cut the call.

"Come on out!" Chris screamed as soon as Aiyana opened the door.

"Come on chrissy. You in white and wet might look illegal but I do not look sėxy when wet."

Chris walked to Aiyana, standing close. His ċhėst almost brushing against her brėȧsts, as he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"But baby you do. You look sėxy as fuċk when you're wet, with my fingers plunged deep inside of you and your mȯȧns echoing throughout the entire fuċkɨnġ apartment. You're so loud that I had to move out of Sky’s apartment to get a place of mine so I can listen to you."

Chris' hand curled around Aiyana’s waist, pulling her flush against his body while letting the other hand move down to cup her ȧss. Giving it a squeeze he dragged her into the rain.

Aiyana screamed as the cold water hit her skin, trying to free herself from Chris' grip so as to not get wet.

"You leapt from crumbling bridges watching cityscapes turn to dust

Filming helicopters crashing in the ocean from way above"

His legs began to lead her into a dance, her feet going into a wave and slide. They were doing a waltz, except they kept eye contact.

"Got the music in you baby, tell me why

Got the music in you baby, tell me why

You've been locked in here forever and you just can't say goodbye

Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers wrapped in your arms"

With that line he kissed Aiyana’s forehead in a cheesy yet sweet manner. Breaking the form of their waltz to just hold her in his arms and sway as he continued to sing. Whispering the lyrics in her ear.

"You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos left in the dark

Got the music in you baby, tell me why

You've been locked in here forever and you just can't say goodbye

Your lips, my lips, apocalypse"

He bent to kiss her lips before continuing again.

"Your lips, my lips, apocalypse

Go and sneak us through the rivers flood is rising up on your knees, oh please

Come out and haunt me, I know you want me

Come out and haunt me..."

"I think I am falling in love with you, Chris Howard."

"Do you mean it?"

Aiyana nodded.

"Say it again."

"Jè t'aime"

"Oh god I love you too."

Aiyana laughed and said, "now let's please go inside! You've had all the romance that you wanted my silly little benny boo."

"What's benny boo?"

"You!"

"You're doing that thing aren’t you! Already beginning to take advantage of your boyfriend and giving him ridiculous girly nicknames!"

"Who said you're my boyfriend."

"But you just said you loved me!"

"Yes but you never asked me out, mi amour"

"Is that all it takes!"

"Quì"

"Then let me be greedy. Marry me, Aiyana!" Chris laughed as he said that. But deep down he knew there would be a day he would do this for real. He loved her. And he knew he had found the one.

His Aiyana.

"Alright alright since you're begging!"

"I'll hold you to it fiancée"

They both laughed like teenagers as they made their way to Aiyana’s room.

"But on a serious note. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Chris looked around the room as he stood waiting for Aiyana to bring the towels. His eyes finally landing on Aiyana, drenched and reaching for the rack at the top of the shelf. Her top uncovering just a hint of her waist.

Aiyana turned and looked at Chris. And immediately something shifted. She watched his white shirt cling to his torso. Transparent and deliciously carving his ċhėst like a second skin. Water dripping off his hair, that stuck out in every direction and dripping down his body. Glistening against his skin. Chris had already begun to react to the look in Aiyana’s eyes. They were molten with ŀust and anticipation, as she swayed her hɨps walking to him, with a towel in her hand.

She stood in front of him, sharing in the air they breathed. They're eyes colliding, the arousal hanging in the space between them. Her brėȧsts brushing against his ċhėst as she reached up to start rubbing the wet strands of his hair with the towel.

"Bend down you tall fuċk. Rubbing you dry on my tiptoes is not easy!"

Chris bent his neck, letting Aiyana have her way with his hair while head came closer to her brėȧsts. The phenomenal cleavage taunting and teasing him now. Begging him to taste her.

He bent a little closer resting his head on her brėȧsts.

"Ai. Stop taking advantage of me!" Aiyana squealed.

"And why not?"

"Because we haven't had sėx all thanks to some fuċkɨnġ notion in your head that you have failed to share with me and you look fuċkɨnġ sėxy in your transparent wet white shirt, messy hair and those Jeans clinging to you so tight that you might as well be nȧkėd. If you start right now you better not tell me I want to wait for the sėx. Four months and all we've done is touching each other. I am at the brink of my patience with that!"

Chris smiled before his tongue darted out to lick the taunting drop at the base of her neckline before saying, "let's remedy that then mi amour."

Aiyana pushed Chris' face away to cup his chin and ask, "do you mean it?"

Chris nodded once as he descended his lips on hers.

"I am not man enough to stay away anymore."