17 Oh, Those Lips That Have Taunted Me

After Chloe dropped us off at his house, which I don't know why I thought he would live in a mansion or something. Tristen walked me up the stairs and down a hall to a white door. It looked like any other teenager room, but this was Tristen's. Opening the door, I saw nothing but darkness when he walked me a few steps in and flips on the light.

It was a large room, with one extreme large bed in the middle to the left side. The four-column oak poll stretched from floor to ceiling, cast iron looped from each post and connected in middle above the bed. Dark burgundy and black silk comforter and pillows arranged to make it like looking at a magazine. The whole far wall was nothing but, windows and I could not help imagining myself and Tristen cuddled up in that bed waking up to the morning light. It hit me, his bedroom where he sleeps. His secured area is where I am standing.

Stepping away from his side, I cautiously wonder through his room. To the right of the door was another one that I assumed was the closet. I pushed forward, on the gray wall from the closet that was across from the bed hung a flat screen T.V. with a stand below that incased every video game system one could think of. On top was one lone picture, it was of his family. All of them so close and smiling, arms around one another. The perfect family.

Tristen stood in the right corner of the room, I hadn't noticed when he walked by me. He was taking out a C.D from the two towers that held so many of them. Making my way to him, I notice some of the names; Greenday, Goo Dolls, Match Box 20, and Incubus. The one in his hand was Byran Adams, the name did not ring a bell to me. He placed it in the large standing tower hit a few buttons and waited a few moments.

Soft strings of the guitar strummed and a Spanish melody started, then this husky soft voice begins. Tristen takes my hand and leads me into his arms, we begin to sway back and forth. It's hard to listen to every lyric when you are melting from just a touch. Focusing on the words it explains how a woman needs someone to see and know every part of her inside and out. His fingers at the small of my back tucking me closer to him, the other hand slides to my chin enough to lift me to see his face. I can see my soul in his eyes, the connection of him and I will always be there. Fingers sliding cupping my face, my head leans into his palm and is guided to his lips. Oh, those lips that have taunted me from day one. I lick mine in anticipation for what is about to happen.

With just a small touch at first, I still felt the jolt of energy through me. With each moment the kiss deepens. My hands make their way around his neck pulling him closer. Playing with the tiny hair at the base of his neck, he sucks in my bottom lip releasing a moan from me. Those wonderful evil lips moved down to my neck teasing me with goose bumps forming all over my arms. With a chill running up my spine, I wiggle and step back out of his hold. Locking eyes, I see the grin playing on his lips. He knows a weakness of mine now, so not right. Rolling my eyes at him, I cuddle back into his arms.

Tristen tucked me into his side and walked us over to his dresser. "Let's relax and get some rest. It's been a busy day," he says. I could not agree with him more. But, thinking about laying in his bed with him has my heart going crazy. He opens the top drawer and pulls out one of his shirts. Giving it to me he says, "Why don't you go get changed in the bathroom down the hall. There are extra tooth brushes in the right-hand drawer for you to use." All I could do was nod my head.

Slowly I make my way there. When I turn on the light and get to see me, I am blown away. My face is covered in black soot, along with my clothes that are also torn in places all over. The hair that I left the house with today was a thought of the past since it was now falling and some stuck to my face from my sweat. Ugh, how disgusting am I, I thought.

Doing a complete circle in the bathroom, I find a wash cloth and after soaping it up begin to clean away the effects of today. It felt so good to my skin to feel the coolness. Leaving behind a little pink on my skin after each spot was clean. I take my shirt off and begin to clean my arms and stomach as well. After removing all my clothes, I pull his shirt over my head and the rest of my hair fall to my neck. Brushing out all the knots with my fingers, I braid it on the side just to keep it out of my face. Completing the ready for bed dance, I put my toothbrush in the holder with his. With a smile on my face, I walk back to his room.

The T.V. was on, and the comforter pulled down. Tristen was messing with the settings as I came in. When he looked up his smile was breath taking. After staring a little too long at me, he walks over kissing the top of my head and I melt. "And no, you never look disgusting, no matter what you might think." He says with a smile I feel through my hair. I pull back from him with a squint and try not to smile at him. Shaking my head, I make my way to the bed and he continues out the door. Sitting in this oversize bed was amazing. The softness was unbelievable. Or maybe it was because I was just so tired. I did not realize it but my body ached in places I never knew could ache. The overall tiredness had me yawning while I pulled the covers over me and laid back on the pillows. Rolling to my left side I snuggle in deep, my eyes having a troublesome time staying open.

Warmth on my face, my mind started to pull itself out of the wonderful sleep. Not wanting to wake up yet, I snuggle further into my covers and realize there is something laying over the middle of my body. My eyes jerk open taking in my surroundings it comes back to me that I am at Tristen's. Pushing back just a little, I feel him behind me. Slowly, rolling over to see him, I find that he is laying on top of the covers tightly formed to me. My heart filled so much more for him as too know he was still being a gentleman to me. As I tuck closer into his chest, I hear him chuckle.

"Thank you for thinking that highly of me honey," he mumbled while kissing my hair. "I had so many different thoughts to what I wanted to do to you and with you last night. As you were laying in my bed with nothing on but my shirt." He growled as he gripped the blanket in his fist. "But, it was the thought of your mom and Nan that had me coming back to my senses. "

It seems I am really going to watch my thoughts around him. Pulling me closer to him we cuddle for just a bit longer before a knock on the door has us back to reality. Tristen rolls over to his back and keeps me tucked to his side as his sister peaks her head around the door. Her sheepish smile tells me that she is happy for us.

"I thought you would rather it be me to wake you than anyone else." She states as she walks over to the end of the bed next to Tristen.

"So how bad is it?' he asks. I feel the uneasiness of what he was meaning, him and I alone in his room all night. "It's actually good. It seems that dad focused on Brynn and her abilities. I think that he finds it a relief that you are finally showing some positive toward being a White lighter," she spoke.

"What do you mean?" I ask

"Well, big brother here always did what was expected of him but never anything more. And since you have come around he is all about the convent and making it better." She answered. "It's like he has become the golden child that dad has always wanted him to be."

Don't worry too much about it honey, she likes to give me a tough time.

I could see that; most siblings do that to one another. But, she looks like she is bursting with happiness for him though. She could not stop smiling. Amber stayed around talking a little about the night before. Asking us questions about what happened and how scared she was for us when Jack told her what happened.

After Amber left, cuddling up to Tristen seemed like the best idea ever. But, I knew my mom and Nan is worried about me and I would have to check up on them soon. With a moan I raise up from his arms and sling the covers off me. Standing on my sleepy legs still, I raise my arms above my head to stretch out my sore muscles. I could hear Tristen suck in his breathe. Turning I see his eyes wide and searching every part of my lower body and stop at the top of my thighs. I realize that is where his shirt tail has stopped moving as I stretched.

This is information I could use for my benefit. Wanting so bad to crawl back into bed with him but, knowing that I would not get out of bed with him if I did. I walk over to his dresser and pull my pants back on. After sliding on my socks and my shoes, Tristen was there behind me gripping my hips in his hands while pulling my backside to him. I straighten up swiftly being caught off guard to find his lips at my right ear.

"You do not play fair," he whispered. "I hope you know what you do to me." Turning in his arms I face him while wrapping my arms around his neck. Considering his eyes, I lean in to softly press against his lips. All the while pushing my body against his for every part to touch. Steeping up on my tip toes and cupping my hands into the back of his head I pull him harder to me and deepen our kiss. Opening my mouth slightly his tongue found mine. I started to feel heat flooding my body with stars forming behind my closed eyes lids. Tristen's hands moved up my back under my shirt. They felt hungry for a connection and my body eagerly searched for it too.

Slowing down the kisses before we went too far, I breathed a sigh as I lowered my head on his chest. Staying there listening to his heartbeat while trying to slow mine down. I hear him chuckle. Leaning back to see his face he is smiling so big and shaking his head. I tilt my head with a question look.

"You are amazing," he says. "And such a tease too." With that I turn from him to walk away, making sure to give him a little extra shake of my hips. Making my way to the door I lean against the frame to watch him get dress for the day. After slipping on his jeans and grabbing a shirt from his closet Tristen turns to me with a smirk. His eyes not leaving mine as he pulls his sleep shirt off baring his chiseled chest and rock-hard abs. Biting my bottom lip, I am trapped in the glorious of him. This boy just keeps getting better and better. Knowing that he is just trying to get pay back, I hold back my urges to run to him to feel every part of him. Forcing my eyes back up to him I see his smile is from ear to ear. He thinks he is so smart.

"Are you ready yet?" I ask in my best impatient voice I could muster. Laughing to himself, he pulls his shirt over his head and starts too me. Making sure not to move until he was at my side I raised up on my toes to give a small kiss and bounce down the stairs. He was not very far behind me, with his long legs he was able to catch me at the bottom with his hand finding mine. Tristen lead me around the corner to the kitchen and pulled out the barstool. Making my way up to my seat he went throughout the kitchen pulling open doors, grabbing pans, getting eggs and milk out of the fridge placing them on the counter and stove. SO, it seems he can cook.

"What's on the menu?" I ask. With a laugh he says, "The only thing I can make, omelets."

When he reached up to the top shelf of the cabinet closest to me I saw the tight stomach showing below the hem line of his shirt. Following the v-line down to where his pants hung loosely on his hips. The little bit of hair going up to his belly button I could not turn away from. Letting a small moan release, I look up to his face to get my mind off it.

Tristen is in his element in the kitchen. And sitting here watching him as wonderful as it would be, the way my body is responding to him it is not an excellent idea. I have never been this way toward any guy before. The need to touch them, crave their lips on mine or the eager to go further has never even been a thought before.

Placing a plate before me I snap out of my own thoughts. Gazing into his beautiful face I see his grin again that he is up to something. Lifting my fork, I cut a corner off and bit into the most delicious meal ever.

"Oh my, this is good, really good." I say as cutting another piece and plopping in my mouth. "You're welcome," he says while bringing his plate over to sit next to me. We ate in silence and I rinse the dishes to start loading the dishwasher. After Tristen finished his food, I told him to bring me his plate. I hear the stool scrap across the floor.

"Brynn." He says. Turning to him I see he slings his arm down and behind him with the plate in his hand, as if he was going to toss it to me. Before I could get a word out in protest the plate leaves his hand as it comes forward and sails toward me. In like a slow motion plays you see on T.V. I screech and close my eyes knowing I am not a very good catch and wait for the crash on the floor to happen. But nothing happens.

Opening my eyes, I see Tristen leaning against the bar with his arms crossed over his chest grinning so big. He was staring at me and then back toward the floor. A mere foot from me and hanging around two feet above the floor was the plate frozen in the air. In pure shock, I step back. Looking around the room to find who did this. Scared that someone was here to harm us and is just messing with us. Due to the fact there is no way that I did this.

Tristen feeling my emotions, he walks to me with his arms open. Fitting into those arms and his body perfectly, I begin to calm down instantly. The more he rubs my back and arms the more I feel collectively like myself.

"Brynn, I understand all of this is new to you. But, there really is not anything to fear." Tristen says while soothing me with his touches. "This is a part of who you are and not knowing all that you can do is something we have to figure out. I'm sorry for scaring you. It just came to me to see how you would react is all."

I understood where he was coming from. Not knowing all of what I can do is something to be concerned about due too not wanting to hurt anyone. "wait, you did not know what I was going to do when you threw that did you?" I ask

Shaking his head, no, concern filtered to my face. "What if I would have hurt you? I might have shot you with fire or melted you into a puddle or something." With each word my voice shooting higher and higher. Not being able to stop himself Tristen started laughing hard. He had to step away from me and hold himself up by leaning on the bar.

"Oh honey, remember you are my grá fíor. No danger can come to me by your hand. Or your powers ever. Even if you turned to the darker side, you yourself would die before letting anything happen to me. As I would for you. We are one babe. You are stuck with me." He said the last part as he walked over to me with his finger tilted my face to him to feel the power in his statement. I pondered over the statement of "We are one." Maybe that is why I am in control of certain powers because Tristen is of his own. And maybe our connection is so strong that when needed my body knows what to do through him.

"You might be right. I never thought of it that way." Tristen said pulling me out of my own head. Just as he did his father came in the room. Stopping at the door way, he took in the whole room. With the look on his face he was confused about what had happened. Just then the plate fell to the floor wobbling around till it fell silent. I forgot all about it frozen in midair.

"What's going on in here?" Jack asked as he walked closer to us. Tristen leaned over to pick up the plate he began to explain. After he told his dad my idea of Tristen sharing his ability to use my powers Jack spoke, "That is interesting idea. You seem to only use them when you need to or your emotions are full force. And I know when Tristen's mother and I use to use one another to stay calm often." Rubbing his jaw with his thumb and pointer finger he stated," It would explain why you are able to use them now when you did not before."

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