87. Kiss

Genre: Drama, Romance
Characters:  Wilson, Cian, Ramone
Prompt: 87. Kiss
Word Count: 1,141 ish
Rating: PG-13
Type: series
Summary: The kiss is dicussed
Warnings: none really
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bueno= good , Hola hermosa= hello beautiful

Cian pried her eyes open as a dull vibration and loud chime surged through her pillow. She groaned, sluggishly retrieving the phone as it continued to vibrate with the chime she’d need to change immediately.

                                                             11:03 p.m.

                           Can I see you? We really need to talk.

                                                 Wilson

Rolling over to her back, she read the message a second time. She paused as she hit the “reply” button, what to say had escaped her. It was lost in the sea of thoughts swimming around inside her head and fear of what was to come of this talk. Three days. Three days without a call, without a text, without a single word and now he wanted to talk.

“It was a mistake…” she thought of what he needed to say. He never should have asked for that kiss and she shouldn’t have allowed it. He shouldn’t have held her so tight and she shouldn’t have embraced him the same. He shouldn’t have pulled away and she shouldn’t have let him. Regret was all she felt but the reason was a mystery. She wanted that kiss. Watched his lips as they moved forward, closing in on hers like a predator to its prey. Slowing inching closer then enjoying that first bite. A bite that would only be satisfying if consumed completely. But he stopped her. Loosened her grip on his waist, and with reluctance present in his eyes, asked her to stop before they reached the breaking point. Realizing she still had not replied, Cian rubbed her eyes in frustration. “It’s a simple yes or no!” She told herself, slightly amused at her inability to stop thinking for half a second. Planting her feet firmly on the floor, she replied a simple “yes” sending it before she had the chance to think it over. They did need to talk. Should have talked the same day it happened instead of allowing time to change what they originally felt. Pulling through her closet for something to wear, her phone chimed again. “Damn, I really need to change that!” She grabbed her chest to slow the beating once again.  

11:10 p.m.

I’m outside.

 Wilson

Tossing the phone onto the bed behind her, she put a rush on her search for clothes and dashed into the bathroom. Mentally preparing herself for whatever he might say, she took several deep breathes and headed out the door.

Wilson kicked at the leaves scattered along the sidewalk as he waited with his back against the cold metal lining of the window. The first sight of her quickened his heart. Tucking his clammy hands underneath his arms. He rubbed his palms quickly against his shirt before greeting her with a hug. “Hey!” She smiled sweetly at him, melting his heart all over again. “Hey.” He repeated with a nervous smile. “You’re ready to talk to me now?” She spoke in a playfully tone, crossing her arms to mimic him. “Took you long enough!” She joked. “Me? It goes both ways, Sweetheart! You could have called me!” He chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s always better when the man makes the first move!” She retorted.

“And why is that?” He narrowed his eyes, waiting for her answer.

“Because I said so!” Cian smiled widely.

Will shook his head at her answer, “Well, I apologize for taking so long, Your Highness!” He did a playful bow with a wide grin.

As silence crept between them, their smiles faded and turned into nervous glares. Both started talking then stop, allowing the other to speak, “You go.”

“No, you. Ladies first.” They went back in forth before Wilson’s brain shut down and his mouth took over, “Can you honestly tell me you feel nothing now that we kissed?”

She shook her head, “I don’t know how or what I feel, Will.”

“So you’re telling me,” He pulled her toward him by one of her belt loops, “that you don’t know how you feel about this?” He placed her arms around his neck as he did right before he kissed her, wrapping his arms around her slim waist. “Or this?” He whispered, kissing up and down her neck tenderly. He smiled against her neck as he felt her shiver. “You don’t know if you want to be held like this? Kissed passionately? I know you do.” He whispered purposely allowing his lips to brush against her neck, “Don’t be afraid. Fall. I’ll catch you.”

Cian sighed as Will pulled back to look her in her eyes. “No… I can’t! Why are you doing this to me Will?” She closed her eyes tight, dragging her arms down to his chest, resting her head against his chin.

“What am I doing?” He mumbled kissing the side of her head.

“You’re making me lose my mind!”

“My mission was to make you lose the brick wall around your heart but I guess we have to start somewhere, huh?” He chuckled. Wilson lifted her chin with his finger, willing her to look him in the eyes, “Understand that you’re not in this alone. If falling in love with me means you’re going crazy, then that means I’m a mental patient!”

They shared a smile as their eyes maintained their connection. As Wilson’s eyes traveled down to her lips, Cian lifted her chin towards them, and then quickly backed away as she heard a car door slam shut.

“Ramone!” She giggled nervously, “What are you doing here?”

“Hola Hermosa! I came to see Eric and Renee.” Giving Wilson a quick nod, he pulled Cian into a hug, watching Wilson's expression change as he allowed his hands to trail down Cian’s back. “Did they mention next Sunday to you?” He pulled back, holding her shoulders.
“No. What’s happening next Sunday?”

“My parents are having a small anniversary dinner and I was wondering if you’d like to come?”

“I um,” She looked back at Wilson’s hardened features, “sure.” She shrugged, answering reluctantly.

“Bueno! If you don’t want to ride with Eric and Renee, I can come and get you when I head out there that morning. Oh and Will?” He took a few steps back toward the stairs, “You should come too! I’m sure Angel would be more than happy to see you!” Cian looked back a Wilson hoping his reaction would help her decipher the meaning behind Ramone’s words. Instead he held an angry expression that quickly faded the second she placed her hand on his chest. “Hey! How about we go catch a late movie and maybe early breakfast?”

Wilson nodded, his lips still turned downward as he pushed off of the car.

“Oh…one more thing!”

Cian pushed him back against the car, tucking her arms underneath his arms, pressing her chest against his. Laying a gentle kiss on the base of his neck, kissing up to his chin, she laughed, “Now…we’re even!”

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** Hours ago, I was in a car accident and could have lost my life! I was blessed to have walked away without a single scratch since the car flipped over and was on the roof when I was pulled out of it. I feel like something has switched on in me but also broke. It might just be how I feel since it just happened but as of right now, I see how easily I could have left my son without a mother and it is rocking me to my core. I don't know when the next prompt will be but I'll try to get something done during the break.