More Than You Know - Part Nine
Jenni and Danny's first warm encounter...COMMENT PLEASE!!
(Danny's POV)
"So, Jenni. Tell me a bit about yourself. What instruments do you play?" I said in a fake reporter's voice. I just wanted to hear her laugh, and a second later, I was rewarded.
"Um... well, guitar mostly. But I can play some good piano as well." She replied; huddling even closer to me if that was possible. My breath caught in my throat and I had to stop myself from responding to that like I wanted to.
"Ah...so, were you born with an amazing voice or did you have to work for it?" I asked in a normal voice. I was actually curious. She grimaced as she looked up at me. Even grimacing, she looked sexy.
"I'd love to say I worked hard for it, but I didn't. Antoinette is my first professional musical experience." She switched her grimace to a smile and slid her arm around my waist underneath the jacket. I stiffened - if she did something like that again, I'd have to get her out of here. I was already feeling too hot - and it was nothing to do with the temperature.
"So you are naturally talented. Does that include your looks too, or is there some surgery I should know about before we pursue this?" I said, camping it up again. She grinned prettily up at me and pursed her lips.
"No siree - no surgery. But extremely beautiful parents." Then she switched from sincere to teasing in one moment. "And what, exactly, Mr Gray, are we to pursue?" She asked teasingly, squeezing my waist. I blushed a little, I have to admit it, but I could always put it down to the cold.
"Why, this torrid affair of course." I replied easily, squeezing her back. She just laughed.
"A torrid affair." She spluttered. "Me?" I laughed a long with her because;
A) she was right - she looked way to innocent to have a torrid affair with someone and
B) I couldn't resist smiling with her when she was laughing. Her laugh was one of my weaknesses.
We strolled in silence for a bit. I squeezed her waist quite often, just to check if she was there. She seemed to know this and just smiled in contentment, leaning her head against my shoulder as we walked. All too soon, Antoinette loomed in the distance and our little walk was over. Did that mean our romance was over too? I sincerely hoped not. She carried on walking with me, without a word, to the tower.
"You want to come in?" I asked, knowing the answer would be no. I had a free day tomorrow, but she probably had lessons. She smiled up at me, unzipped herself and stepping out of the jacket. It felt too big and too cold without her.
"You know what? I'd like that. I've got a free day tomorrow." So she had one, too? Wow, what a coincidence. But wait, what was I thinking of that for? She was coming in! My brow furrowed, I tried to remember what boxers I had left around. Maybe if I just ran up there and...oh sack it, what was the point? I'll just take her and do it when we get there.
"Well, welcome to my humble abode then." I stated, shoving the key in the lock and opening the abode. She stepped in and looked on in wonder at the big spiral staircase we were expected to trek. I'd happily carry her.
"Humble? This place is a palace compared to my room." She gaped, looking around at the old tapestries hung on the cold stone walls. I smiled.
"Well, I look forward to seeing it anyway." I stated, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. She blushed and smiled slightly, but didn't argue that I wouldn't. We climbed in silence the whole way. It wasn't uncomfortable, strained silence like it normally is with other girls while we wait to get to the bedroom, knowing that's where we should have gone in the first place without all the dinner kafuffle first. But that's because they were with me for one thing. One thing that I wouldn't be forcing out of Jenni anytime soon. She was too precious. She gave me pleasure just by kissing me. Hell, she gives me pleasure just by LOOKING at me. No, the silence was soothing and all filled with...I don't know...electric currents or something. She was definitely giving off major sexy vibes. I wasn't surprised. She was, literally, a bomb.
We reached the brown door to my bedroom. I lifted the old wooden catch and pushed it open. We entered. Jenni gasped, looking around at the comfortably large circular room that was currently my bedroom. I had spent nights in thousand dollar hotels, but this room I was more at ease with than all of them. It had become like a home away from home for me. Which I suppose it was.
I had shrouded everything in black. Black chest of drawers, black sheets on the bed, black bed itself and black shag pile rugs scattered on the floor. The stone walls were a dark charcoal color, so that didn't spoil the effect. Then, because of the dodgy lighting, like I mentioned earlier, there were the candles. The flickering lighting got to me when I am in the middle of a song or something, so I keep millions of these as alternatives. They are all snowy white and a range of different sizes, shapes and lengths. They cover all the surfaces they possibly can, including some scattered on the floor, a ring all around the room.
"It's beautiful. Dark, but hauntingly beautiful all the same." She whispered, turning to me. I smiled gently at her, not sure if she could see me. The little curtain that covered the arch window was closed, so the moonlight and starlight weren't present in the room. We were in complete darkness.
"Sorry." I reached over to flick the switch. Nothing happened. I tried again. The same result. "Drat! Sorry, Jenni. There's dodgy lighting in here. Not to mention zilch heating. But I love it all the same. Sit down while I light some candles." She walked carefully over to the bed and sat on the edge, as if nervous. I could think of a million ways I could make her more at ease, but dismissed them. I was going to behave with Jenni. She was special to me, unique.
I looked around the place for matches, but seeing none, reached in my back pocket for the lighter I had used before. As I pulled it out, the pack of cigarettes falls out along with it. It bounces and lands at Jenni's feet. I hold my breath. She looks down at it for a second, and then picks it up. Turns it in her fingers once, then holds it out to me.
"Nasty habit." She says quietly. I am surprised. She wasn't going to scream at me, fall into hysterics, lecture me, or demand why I hadn't told her first thing? I shuffled uncomfortably; glad the dark was here to cover me somewhat.
"I know - I tried to stop but..." I begin to explain.
"It's hard." She finishes. "I know. One of my foster dads tried to give up, but it was too hard. He ended up giving his wife cancer from passive smoking. She died. Then, for him, suddenly it was easy to give it up." She doesn't say it in a this might happen to you way, but in a caring, understanding way. Because she does. Understand me. I step forward, take the pack from her hands, open the window and chuck it out. I closed the window and retreated into the room. She is already behind me. She hugs me tight, and then goes back to sitting down. I smile at her, my angel, and kiss her on the top of her head. Then I get the lighter and lit all the new candles.
It's beautiful, a sea of flickering lights in a room so dark. I walk over to her, sit on the bed and take her hand. Without a word, I spread it and kiss the palm of it. She smiles at me, this stunning creature and places her arm around my waist. I turn to her and her hands are already in my hair, running through it, sending all my senses into overdrive. She takes control this time, taking my face gently in her caring hands, caressing my lips with her fingers, prying them apart tenderly. I'm sure I'm not breathing. I seemed to forget how to.
She leans forward and leans her forehead against mine, her hands on my chest now. She strokes my packs, exploring the contours and hills of my all too warm body. Her hands move up to my shoulders and she pushes me down into a lying position on the bed. How can an innocent feel so good, so experienced? In a second, she's beside me. I turn my head and just look at her. As I do so, not realizing she was so close, her lips catch mine. She moves against me. Her contribution is calm, collected, but I'm getting urgent, and I press firmly against her. She breaks the kiss, laughs quietly at me, and then moves forward to kiss me again. I greet her all too eagerly, persuading her lips apart and entering my tongue. She grants me entrance and I pull her on top of me. My hands move up and down her waist, her thighs...I spread my hands on her back and press her firmly to me.
For some reason, a tear escapes me as she kisses me. It's just so perfect... She pulls away gently and kisses the tear, completely aware of my unsmiling face. She lays her head on me, hugs me tight and snuggles up to my chest as it heaves with heavy, ragged breaths. I'm not crying...it was just that one tear...but it disturbed me. Why did she have this effect on me? What sort of power did she possess over me already? To tell you the truth, I really didn't care. In the heat of the moment...
"Baby?" I asked.
"Hmm?" She said. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear of rejection.
"I love you."
"So, Jenni. Tell me a bit about yourself. What instruments do you play?" I said in a fake reporter's voice. I just wanted to hear her laugh, and a second later, I was rewarded.
"Um... well, guitar mostly. But I can play some good piano as well." She replied; huddling even closer to me if that was possible. My breath caught in my throat and I had to stop myself from responding to that like I wanted to.
"Ah...so, were you born with an amazing voice or did you have to work for it?" I asked in a normal voice. I was actually curious. She grimaced as she looked up at me. Even grimacing, she looked sexy.
"I'd love to say I worked hard for it, but I didn't. Antoinette is my first professional musical experience." She switched her grimace to a smile and slid her arm around my waist underneath the jacket. I stiffened - if she did something like that again, I'd have to get her out of here. I was already feeling too hot - and it was nothing to do with the temperature.
"So you are naturally talented. Does that include your looks too, or is there some surgery I should know about before we pursue this?" I said, camping it up again. She grinned prettily up at me and pursed her lips.
"No siree - no surgery. But extremely beautiful parents." Then she switched from sincere to teasing in one moment. "And what, exactly, Mr Gray, are we to pursue?" She asked teasingly, squeezing my waist. I blushed a little, I have to admit it, but I could always put it down to the cold.
"Why, this torrid affair of course." I replied easily, squeezing her back. She just laughed.
"A torrid affair." She spluttered. "Me?" I laughed a long with her because;
A) she was right - she looked way to innocent to have a torrid affair with someone and
B) I couldn't resist smiling with her when she was laughing. Her laugh was one of my weaknesses.
We strolled in silence for a bit. I squeezed her waist quite often, just to check if she was there. She seemed to know this and just smiled in contentment, leaning her head against my shoulder as we walked. All too soon, Antoinette loomed in the distance and our little walk was over. Did that mean our romance was over too? I sincerely hoped not. She carried on walking with me, without a word, to the tower.
"You want to come in?" I asked, knowing the answer would be no. I had a free day tomorrow, but she probably had lessons. She smiled up at me, unzipped herself and stepping out of the jacket. It felt too big and too cold without her.
"You know what? I'd like that. I've got a free day tomorrow." So she had one, too? Wow, what a coincidence. But wait, what was I thinking of that for? She was coming in! My brow furrowed, I tried to remember what boxers I had left around. Maybe if I just ran up there and...oh sack it, what was the point? I'll just take her and do it when we get there.
"Well, welcome to my humble abode then." I stated, shoving the key in the lock and opening the abode. She stepped in and looked on in wonder at the big spiral staircase we were expected to trek. I'd happily carry her.
"Humble? This place is a palace compared to my room." She gaped, looking around at the old tapestries hung on the cold stone walls. I smiled.
"Well, I look forward to seeing it anyway." I stated, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. She blushed and smiled slightly, but didn't argue that I wouldn't. We climbed in silence the whole way. It wasn't uncomfortable, strained silence like it normally is with other girls while we wait to get to the bedroom, knowing that's where we should have gone in the first place without all the dinner kafuffle first. But that's because they were with me for one thing. One thing that I wouldn't be forcing out of Jenni anytime soon. She was too precious. She gave me pleasure just by kissing me. Hell, she gives me pleasure just by LOOKING at me. No, the silence was soothing and all filled with...I don't know...electric currents or something. She was definitely giving off major sexy vibes. I wasn't surprised. She was, literally, a bomb.
We reached the brown door to my bedroom. I lifted the old wooden catch and pushed it open. We entered. Jenni gasped, looking around at the comfortably large circular room that was currently my bedroom. I had spent nights in thousand dollar hotels, but this room I was more at ease with than all of them. It had become like a home away from home for me. Which I suppose it was.
I had shrouded everything in black. Black chest of drawers, black sheets on the bed, black bed itself and black shag pile rugs scattered on the floor. The stone walls were a dark charcoal color, so that didn't spoil the effect. Then, because of the dodgy lighting, like I mentioned earlier, there were the candles. The flickering lighting got to me when I am in the middle of a song or something, so I keep millions of these as alternatives. They are all snowy white and a range of different sizes, shapes and lengths. They cover all the surfaces they possibly can, including some scattered on the floor, a ring all around the room.
"It's beautiful. Dark, but hauntingly beautiful all the same." She whispered, turning to me. I smiled gently at her, not sure if she could see me. The little curtain that covered the arch window was closed, so the moonlight and starlight weren't present in the room. We were in complete darkness.
"Sorry." I reached over to flick the switch. Nothing happened. I tried again. The same result. "Drat! Sorry, Jenni. There's dodgy lighting in here. Not to mention zilch heating. But I love it all the same. Sit down while I light some candles." She walked carefully over to the bed and sat on the edge, as if nervous. I could think of a million ways I could make her more at ease, but dismissed them. I was going to behave with Jenni. She was special to me, unique.
I looked around the place for matches, but seeing none, reached in my back pocket for the lighter I had used before. As I pulled it out, the pack of cigarettes falls out along with it. It bounces and lands at Jenni's feet. I hold my breath. She looks down at it for a second, and then picks it up. Turns it in her fingers once, then holds it out to me.
"Nasty habit." She says quietly. I am surprised. She wasn't going to scream at me, fall into hysterics, lecture me, or demand why I hadn't told her first thing? I shuffled uncomfortably; glad the dark was here to cover me somewhat.
"I know - I tried to stop but..." I begin to explain.
"It's hard." She finishes. "I know. One of my foster dads tried to give up, but it was too hard. He ended up giving his wife cancer from passive smoking. She died. Then, for him, suddenly it was easy to give it up." She doesn't say it in a this might happen to you way, but in a caring, understanding way. Because she does. Understand me. I step forward, take the pack from her hands, open the window and chuck it out. I closed the window and retreated into the room. She is already behind me. She hugs me tight, and then goes back to sitting down. I smile at her, my angel, and kiss her on the top of her head. Then I get the lighter and lit all the new candles.
It's beautiful, a sea of flickering lights in a room so dark. I walk over to her, sit on the bed and take her hand. Without a word, I spread it and kiss the palm of it. She smiles at me, this stunning creature and places her arm around my waist. I turn to her and her hands are already in my hair, running through it, sending all my senses into overdrive. She takes control this time, taking my face gently in her caring hands, caressing my lips with her fingers, prying them apart tenderly. I'm sure I'm not breathing. I seemed to forget how to.
She leans forward and leans her forehead against mine, her hands on my chest now. She strokes my packs, exploring the contours and hills of my all too warm body. Her hands move up to my shoulders and she pushes me down into a lying position on the bed. How can an innocent feel so good, so experienced? In a second, she's beside me. I turn my head and just look at her. As I do so, not realizing she was so close, her lips catch mine. She moves against me. Her contribution is calm, collected, but I'm getting urgent, and I press firmly against her. She breaks the kiss, laughs quietly at me, and then moves forward to kiss me again. I greet her all too eagerly, persuading her lips apart and entering my tongue. She grants me entrance and I pull her on top of me. My hands move up and down her waist, her thighs...I spread my hands on her back and press her firmly to me.
For some reason, a tear escapes me as she kisses me. It's just so perfect... She pulls away gently and kisses the tear, completely aware of my unsmiling face. She lays her head on me, hugs me tight and snuggles up to my chest as it heaves with heavy, ragged breaths. I'm not crying...it was just that one tear...but it disturbed me. Why did she have this effect on me? What sort of power did she possess over me already? To tell you the truth, I really didn't care. In the heat of the moment...
"Baby?" I asked.
"Hmm?" She said. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear of rejection.
"I love you."
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