CHAPTER 48: WITH ALLEN 2

What? You want me to tell you the details? No!! Perv!! No, I will not. All I'm going to say is that Allen turns out to be very, very, very strong. I mean, I'm not small. Like, I'm slightly above average. Height and weight that is. And for my part? I didn't know I was that flexible. Heh heh heh.

"What are you laughing at?" Allen asks.

I'm currently sitting on my bed, my back facing him as I let him dry my hair. He must have noticed my body shaking.

"Nothing," I tell him, blushing, of course, getting caught remembering about earlier. I shift my position and immediately let out a grimace, clenching my fists and shutting my eyes as they start to tear up.

"Levi," Allen drops the towel and proceeds to hold my hands. His voice filled with worry and concern. I open my eyes and look at Allen who is now kneeling in front of me. I smile, seeing his guilty expression.

"I'm okay," I reassure him. Well, that's not true. It hurts like the first time. I mean, shouldn't I be used to it by now? Somehow? This is already the third time and it still hurts like hell. Though pleasurable. Very much.

Well. Allen is pretty (very) passionate and kinda rough. I don't think he ever held back. I don't really want him to, though.

I chuckle at the sudden realization. The pain is so worth it if it means he can't keep his hands off of me as much as I can't keep my everything to be drawn to him.

"Why are you laughing? Does it hurt so bad?" I laugh harder when I see his confused and slightly alarmed expression. I push myself away and peck his lips.

"I'm fine," I tell him, "Really," I smile widely, well, grinning is more like it. Allen is still frowning, though, so I decide to change the subject. "Don't you have to get ready for practice?" I ask him.

It's almost 10.30 and he has practice at 11 until lunch and then at three until six. We've been friends for a while now of course I know his schedules just like everybody else knows mine. And also because Marsha and Chuck keep demanding us to exchange schedules info.

"We have no practice today," Allen, still with the frowns, informs me, "the boys asked for a day off so I gave them today until tomorrow afternoon. We'll have night practice tomorrow so I'm free until then. What about you?" he asks back, moving to finally sit back down on the bed comfortably with me. I too, finally releasing my fists and sighing in relief.

"I've got nothing to do," I tell him, thinking, "I haven't taken any jobs lately but I do spend some days taking pictures here and there," I shrug.

Allen nods his head, thinking. He looks so cute when he thinks. He'll put his fingers on his chin, cupping it, while the other hand will play with whatever it can reach, and he'll nod now and then after he finally stops thinking.

"Wanna go somewhere?" he asks. Now it's my turn to frown.

"Where?" I ask him.

"We can go to Tartja. We can have lunch there and I can take you places so you can take your pictures." says Allen. "And…" he says slowly, inching closer to me, "we can spend the night at my villa there," he leans and whispers those words into my ear. I shudder, of course, as a result, and lost all ability to talk. Or think.

"But…" My words are cut short by my own moan as Allen starts nibbling on my neck. I writhe under his touch as he pushes me down on the bed. His hands all over me. So are his lips.

"Allen…" I manage to say between moans and whimper, "I'm still sore," I remind him and he immediately shoots up straight, guilt on his face. I chuckle at that as I sit back up, straightening my hair and shirt.

"Shit…" Allen mumbles, "Sorry," hi bites his lower lip, looking miserable. I chuckle again. He's just too adorable.

I scoot closer, lifting myself up carefully before placing myself on his laps. Legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck. I smile, very much seductively (as far as my mind can tell). I lick his lips and I mentally scream when he groans, trying to keep his hands everywhere else but my body.

I proceed to lean close to his left ear (which is more sensitive than the right one) and very, very slowly lick it, grinding myself ( MY GOD, right?) against him as I do so. His body tenses up and he growls (wow!) when I whisper to him; "Tonight…" I whisper, trying out my newly found ability to speak in husky, feeling my own body itch with anticipation, "I'll let you continue this," I tell him before getting off of his laps with a big grin on my face.

I smile wider when I see Allen's face. His smirks send chills down my spine, making me excited, but I decide to keep my word and make him wait until tonight (I'm still sore y'all).

I get up and walk to my closet and start packing up things to bring to Tartja. I can hear Allen sighing heavily and mumble something about getting ready in his room and then I hear my door closes. I chuckle and shake my head, also shaking away the feeling of guilt and fright I seem to constantly have these days.

I am shameless. I know that, but it even shocks me that I'm actually this shameless. You can judge all you want but right now, I really don't want to care. All I want to feel is happy. And I want to love Allen as much as I can for as long as I'm still able to. Before all of this starts to backfire and crumble on my feet.

"Levi," Allen calls out with his deep velvety voice and it snaps me back from my dark thoughts. I turn around and manage a smile, "ready?" he asks.

Allen has changed his clothes. He is now wearing a round collar sky blue t-shirt with unbuttoned semi-denim long-sleeved shirt over it and a pair of dark blue jeans which fits perfectly over his super sexy ass. He also has his usual khaki sports bag over one shoulder. His bright smile plasters on his face. So beautiful.

I nod and get up. Slinging my own bag over my shoulder and my other bag (my camera bag) over another. We go out of my room and head towards the parking lot, without a word. In the car too, we sit (Allen driving and I sit beside him) holding hands, not saying anything. Not chatting and not even listening to anything. Just enjoying the silence and the presence of each other.

*

Not surprisingly, the road is not very crowded (well, it's weekdays after all) and we reach our destination just in time for lunch.

Allen takes me to this magnificent restaurant up in the mountain, beyond the sea of trees. The Victorian style building stands on a hill, overlooking the valley below. The waiter takes us out to the outdoor dining area and sits us down at the table with the view of the whole valley. The place is so serene. So calm. There are only sounds of the forest. Very relaxing.

"This place is beautiful," I tell Allen. I can't help but feel mesmerized by my surroundings.

"So are you," I choke on my own saliva at that. I turn my head so fast to Allen, heat creeping up my face as I glare at him. He's smiling, not joking, though. I can feel my face gets even warmer.

"That…" I gape at him. Well, what else can I do?

"Cheesy?" he asks, still smiling. He reaches his hand out to touch my cheek, brushing it gently, "Not a lie, though," he adds. Ok. Now my face is definitely burning.

I really can't respond to that. I feel embarrassed to death. Thankfully, the waiter comes and Allen takes his hand away from my face, his eyes away from mine and his attention diverts to the waiter as he starts ordering for the both of us.

It feels good. It makes me feel so good it elevates my mood by a thousand folds. I even squealed (internally, of course) after the shock went away. I am not a girl, but it feels so damn satisfying to have someone (that someone being Allen, so, more points) calls me beautiful, and meant it.

"You look cute blushing like that," says Allen. I look up, glaring at him. He chuckles, of course, because, I reckon, my face is still red.

"Stop doing that," I smack his head, pouting.

"Ouch! Why? There's only the two of us here," says Allen.

Well, it's true…

"But, still…. It's embarrassing," I admit to him.

"Chuck did," Allen tells me and I frown, "during the festival when you dress in that costume," he says slowly.

"Not that!" I groan at him and he chuckles again, getting what I meant.

Allen stares at me with a smile on his face. I bit my lip again, standing on my ground so as to not lower my gaze from him, "I'm the first…" he says thoughtfully, "Somehow… It makes me happy…" he smiles wider while I blush harder and pout even more.

"Well, that's not the only first you got from me," I remind, well, tease him, and he chokes and I cheer in victory (internally, of course). It's his face's turn to get redder and my turn to laugh.

I throw my hands up in victory seeing him pouting and glaring at me with red face. His intense glare hoots right through me as he reaches his hand to capture mine. He pulls it closer to him and he places kisses on my palm, making my smile disappear as I shudder as he trails kisses down to my wrist and stops there. I feel my body becomes hotter as he licks my wrist, just above the throbbing vein and he starts nibbling on it.

"Bad Allen! Bad Allen!" I hiss, smacking his head. He chuckles through his teeth before letting my hand go. I pull my hand back and pout at his laughing face, "Bad Allen!" I hiss again.

Before I can retaliate, the food arrives. I shoot glares at Allen and hiss again, "I'll get you back later," I say to him, sticking out my tongue like the five year old I am before I start eating.

Hmm… Not only the place, but the food is amazing as well. Allen ordered for me this amazingly delicious rice cooked with fresh tea leaves, a dash of rice wine and dried barley. For the sides, he ordered for me warm fried oxtail soup with potato, tomato and carrot. For desert, a very warm very heavenly chocolate lava cake. I'm in heaven. I even forgot about my revenge plan for him as I devour everything on my plate.