What I'm Looking For

Lily's POV

I was busted for the notes I'd left on his front porch this past week. Maybe I was a bit of a stalker but what did you expect? Okay tonight I was planning to apologize because I was being irrational and just left without reason. In my defense he insulted everything that I lived for but I did not need to freak out like I did. If my life was a book I'd even consider the author crazy for making such a scene just to add drama to an already failing story. 

Yeah. Sometimes I wonder why I think like that. 

"Honey, are you going to tell me the reasoning behind the notes?" He asked again, softly, gently, and her even rubbed the back of my hand tenderly as he said it. I didn't make eye contact with him and I didn't intend to. "Listen, Romeo," god, when was the last time I'd said his gorgeous name? "I'm sorry for freaking out on you. It's just no one has ever insulted how I spend my life and I was just kind of... shocked I guess. I know that maybe it's not the most meaningful way to live but it's how I intend to live it and I like it that way. I shouldn't have reacted like that and I'm sorry. I gave you those notes because honestly I was bored, I had nothing else to do, and I was missing you." I said. "I guess I'm good at stalking at times." 

Romeo didn't say anything and I didn't look up to gauge his reaction. "You missed me?" He asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes." I said, my eyes still focusing on the carpet under my yellow converse. "I missed you too, Lily. And I'm sorry for insulting your book characters. I know they're important to you." Romeo apologized, and for a while it was a content silence. "So would you want to be my girlfriend, Lilan Paris?" It's true, I did want to. But I didn't know if I wanted to give him the satisfaction. "Hmm, I don't know," I said teasingly, hooking my thumb under my chin just for affect. 

"If you were officially mine, Lily," Romeo started, scooting closer to me. "You could have this body." He said arrogantly, but still pushing me against his bed's headboard effectively. "You could have all of this." He gestured across himself. "And nobody could take it away from you." He said, his eyes a few shades darker. "You could own my heart, body, mind and soul." He said, his breath fanning across my ear. "You could have me at your beck and call, babygirl, and I wouldn't even be objecting." At this point my chest was heaving up and down and he leaned ever so closer. 

"Babygirl, I could have you all for myself. I could pin you down on this bed and take you whenever you so desire, babygirl." He kissed my cheek. "You could wear my hoodies if you wanted to." He said surprisingly light-heartedly for what he had just said moments before. "I could kiss you whenever I wanted to and your lazy at-home clothes could be my t-shirt that's 5 sizes too big for you." He said fondly. "And then of course your after-sex clothes would always be my hoodies. We could go on dates just me and you. Of course those would count your study dates. Oh and Lily, when the cheerleaders ever ask me if I'm seeing someone, you know what I would say?" He asked me, his eyes still dark and my arms pinned above my head. "What?" I asked breathlessly, my chest still swelling and deflating rapidly. 

"I would say I'm dating the most beautiful girl in the world." He said sweetly, taking the air from my lungs. My cheeks blushed crimson as he sweet talked me. I didn't even know what to say. He kissed my lips softly, and I could tell he was holding back for the sake of me and this moment, I could feel his arousal on my stomach. "Damn it, Romeo, just take me now." I could feel the pool in my underwear grow bigger and damper as he stared at me with the darkest eyes I've ever seen. The lust and desire growing in the pools of his irises was so arousing, I was squirming in my spot as I watched his eyes rake up and down my body. 

"You really made a dumb move wearing those shorts if you didn't want to be fucked tonight, babygirl." he said, eyeing the form-fitting spandex shorts that were hugging my ass. "I know." I muttered defeatedly. "And I always forget how fucking great your body is under these sweaters. I always do." He said as he pulled off my top, so just my bra and shorts (and underwear, obviously) were on my body. He stared at me, his lips parted for a second before his eyes flickered up to meet mine. "I haven't had you in such a long time." He growled. "And I'm craving something sweet." He said again before ravaging my lips and practically tearing my mouth apart as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "I hope you know I'm not holding back tonight, babygirl." He said roughly. He pressed his arousal against my own as he planted hickeys everywhere on my neck. My hands immediately threaded through his dark hair and I tugged on chunks of it, pulling a moan from his throat. 

I think I've gotten the hang of Romeo Florence's turn-ons. 

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I woke up with a blanket covering me and clothed in a hoodie I didn't recognize. It smelled like Romeo, so I assume it was his. I was in his bedroom, but no Romeo in sight. My rational but lovesick side of my brain said he was probably grabbing food or running an errand or something like that and he would come back. My irrational and paranoid side of my brain said he left and I meant nothing to him and this was just a one night stand. My irrational side was taking over, even though my rational said why would he leave when he gave me his hoodie. That's like his mark, basically. He had claimed me. 

Oh wow that sounded way more erotic and sexual than I wanted it to. 

After a long moment of debate, I decided to leave his room in search of him. I walked down the stairs, and didn't see anyone in the living room or doorway. I went in the dining room and saw nothing. I went in the kitchen and saw Romeo on the stove. He looked over his shoulder and I saw him do a double take. "Honey, I did not expect you to be up this quick." He said, a smile on his face. "What are you doing?" I asked him, returning the smile. "Um, well," he looked bashful for a second and the kitchen lights must have hit him just right because I thought I saw his cheeks go pink. 

"Um, I made us grilled cheese because I thought that after-" I ran up and hugged him. "Thank you. I love grilled cheese." I murmured into his neck. "Well I'm glad you do because it's one of the only things I know how to make." He chuckled. "So yeah I thought I would do that." He shrugged nonchalantly but he still looked embarrassed about it. 

"I didn't know you could be romantic, Romeo." I teased him. "It's in my name." He muttered. "So, because you didn't answer my question, honey, would you want to be my Juliet?" I blushed and stared up at him. I silently wondered if he would really do all the things he had said he would. And I wondered if all the things he had said, I could have, if I really could have them. And then, I figured, only one way to find out. 

"Yes." 

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Sorry that my update schedule is wonky y'all but I do try. 

Toodles,

Marceline