They all grow up so fast

He didnt really want to move away from her lips either, but he felt the need to utter those three words. It might be that he frequently spoke those three words when they were as intimate as now, but he wouldnt ever say them otherwise, not like this where it was from his heart. He glanced shortly at the tv screen before he chuckled and shook his head before looking back at his sister, "I told you that I rarely watch movies," he said in a teasing tone before he looked down to his shorts where his seed laid nicely, though he couldnt just let it sit when it wasnt really his pants. "I have to go clean that up," he said before he looked at her again. "Should we finish the movie or just go cuddle in bed?" he asked, tilting his head a little as he caressed her cheek with his hand.

Saoirse couldn't help but chuckle lightly at his words about watching movies. If it hadn't been for her curiosity, the night might've turned out differently. She looked down at the mess, quite surprised at just how messy it actually was, but she was happy now that he had warned her. She would've probably have freaked out, scared that she had hurt him. He put out two scenarios, and she sighed lightly as she weighed both things out. "I feel a little dizzy ... Maybe you should clean that up, I'll pack away the pizza and we'll meet in my bed?" she suggested, looking at him with rather vulnerable eyes. The way he had said he loved her had hit her differently. It was as if her whole body was screaming to keep touching him, but she couldn't force that on him. Or herself for that matter. She might've been brave tonight, but she feared what other things could be in store, and before she explored more, she wanted to keep it at this. Things she knew and that she had an easier time processing.
Getting up from the floor, she felt herself blush a little as she could feel how wet she had become between her legs. Was that supposed to happen just from this? She chose to ignore it, mostly because she felt like she had pushed many of her boundaries for tonight already.
Packing up the pizza, she stood for a while in the kitchen. Biting her lip as her hand moved around her inner thigh. She was curious as to what feeling would lie ahead if she just closed her eyes, but she was also rather worn out from everything with Amos. Instead she shook her head, clutching her hand in to a fist as if that would control it more. She grabbed her duvet from the living room before she walked in to her room. The duvet was thrown on the bed as she turned to change clothes.

He nodded at her suggestion and looked at her with a soft smile. He grabbed a paper roll from the coffee table before he removed the worst of the mess. He sighed to himself at the memory of what they had just done, but he focused on making sure it was just a wet spot. He made sure to wrap the paper-towels to avoid them being found out before he went to throw them out. He passed her as she brought out the pizza, brushing his hand along her arm before he went to the bathroom. He made sure to wash the shorts but he wasnt going to wear them again, since they were going to sleep or at least in bed. He threw the shorts in the laundry bin and checked his hair in the mirror, smiling a little at his reflection. He always felt confident, especially right after he had gotten to reach his high. He didnt linger long before he went to her room to crawl under the duvet while she was changing. He pulled the shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor before he looked at her with a smile, "Do you mind if I watch?" he asked, narrowing his eyes a little at her. He would look away if she wanted him to, but he hoped that she would let him.

His question made her blush a little, turning her head to look over her shoulder and at him. Smiling softly at him she turned to look forward once more, removing her dress slowly, as she didn't want him to just take everything in at once. Her white marks showed so clearly on her skin because of her tan, swirling around in an intricate pattern over her upper body and arms. As the dress was gone, she swallowed, taking a deep breath before she started unclasping her bra. She took it slow, taking things in her tempo as he had said she was allowed to. Once it was open, she slowly let it slip down her arms, landing before her feet. She turned her head once more, feeling her blush a little stronger now, but she did turn around. There would always be a part of her that feared that he would make a comment about how her marks was obstructing her beauty. Moving over, she turned off the lights, before she went to the bed. She could feel her heart race as she crawled under the covers, moving closer to Amos. He was easy to find, his body still radiating heat from what they had been doing. "Did you mean it?" she asked softly, looking at him in the dark, her eyes were gleaming a little bit. It wasn't really flames like a fenix or lighting up like a celestial. It was more of a shine to them, that made them reflect whatever small light still snuck in to the room.

She didnt exactly answer but he just assumed that she would have said if she didnt want him to look. He leaned back to rest on his elbow as he pressed his lips together while she seemed to be taking her time. He look at the white swirls on her skin, his mouth opening a little but it was clear that he was admiring the view. He never understood why she hated her marks, because he thought they were beautiful, like someone had painted her with beautiful swirls that complimented her skin. It was even better now when she was tanned and the swirls really stood out. "Wow," he mumbled to himself, tilting his head from side to side as he just waited for her bra to drop. When it did, his mouth fell completely open and he could feel how he hungered to crawl to the edge of the bed and throw himself at her. But instead he kept still and just took her in with his eyes. "You dont have to hide away," he said in a soft tone as she had turned around.
He wrapped his arms around her under the duvet and pulled her close, letting her get all the heat she wanted, since he had plenty. "Yes," he said in a low tone, leaning his head to hers to inhale her sweet scent. He smiled to himself and ran his hand down her back. "I wouldnt have said it if I didnt mean it," he said truthfully, sighing against her scalp as he felt like her scent was far more intoxicating than any drug.

Saoirse smiled a bit in the dark, looking at Amos, her hand moved from his chest to cup his cheek with her palm. "You sometimes say things you don't mean," she argued, but she wasn't trying to start a discussion. Rather she just said it to tease him lightly. In the dark, everything felt so much different. His skin against hers felt like she could melt in to one with him. Letting go of his face, she let him bury his face in her blonde strands, closing her eyes as she hugged herself closer to him. "We've never cuddled like this before," she whispered. Was it silly to mention how much she had missed him? How her body was singing because it finally had it's missing piece? Breathing out she kissed his chest lazily. Clearly she was fighting to stay awake, but it was as if she didn't want the night to end. "I need you to promise me something," she whispered softly, her body getting heavier as she just laid close to him, taking in his heat. "Promise me ... That you won't push me away again," she whispered.

"Well, I never tell someone I love them if I dont," he said as he couldnt deny that he did say things that he didnt mean, especially because it was quite a recurrent thing whenever his temper got the best of him. He just knew that he wouldnt ever lie about loving her, because he couldnt see the point in it. Laying here with her in the darkness felt comforting in a sense he hadnt expected it to. He wasnt a cuddler, he never had been with any of the girls he was with, but Saoirse was just in every way different than the rest of them. "No we havent," he agreed in a soft tone, keeping his head buried in her soft hair. He didnt mind the fact that he could feel her slowly drifting off, because he felt tired too. Her whisper made him blink a few times to stay awake as he moved his head from her hair, "I promise to never push you away," he said. He kissed her forehead and smiled a little to himself, "It's alright, you can sleep," he assured her, brushing his lips against her skin.

Saoirse smiled lazily as he agreed they hadn't done this before. "Well, we should do it more often," she mumbled, breathing in his calming scent of lavender. It wasn't the same lavender as her mother, quite far from it, but to her that scent would always feel like home. He promised her, and she could feel her body relax more and more, wanting to fight to stay awake and just lay here in his arms. Feel his breath on her scalp and how his arms were locked so securely around her. He said it was alright to fall asleep, and she sighed, nodding tiredly as she moved her head a little to lay more comfortable. Her hand was moving in lazy caressing strokes up and down his chest before she finally drifted off.
Her dreams were wild and vivid, but she laid perfectly still. It wasn't dreams like the ones her mother had described her prophetic dreams, but it felt so real. She was dreaming of Amos and Connor, about her family and what was going to happen once all of this was laid out on the table.