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The Word of Your Body
Ricky and Annie are watching Spring Awakening when they decide to have an awakening of their own. Inspired by the song with characters from my new book.
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Author's Note: These are original characters from a book I'm working on. Annie has aplastic anaemia and is reunited with an old friend (Ricky) just as she learns she doesn't have much longer to live. At least without a miracle. This won't necessarily be a part of the book but it's been in my head all day. Written from Ricky's POV.
Extra warnings: Coarse language that may offend some people. I apologise in advance if it does.
Enjoy :)
THE WORD OF YOUR BODY
I’m not sure what possessed me to share “Spring Awakening” with her but I was enjoying watching Annie watch my favourite musical. Hooray for being able to link Youtube to the TV. There was colour in her cheeks, despite the bored expression on her face. Part of me was thankful for the blood transfusions that were doing more harm than good at this point. I glanced back to the screen as the boys burst into “The Bitch of Living” and I laughed softly.
“This is the weirdest musical I’ve ever seen,” Annie murmured, glancing over to me.
“I didn’t think you liked musicals.”
“I don’t but I’ve still looked into a few – this is strange.”
“Might be because it was written in 1891.”
“Wait, what? They had rock music-”
“Rewritten in 2007.”
Annie’s mouth formed a sweet “o” shape in her realisation before she blushed slightly and looked away. I knew my gaze was lingering but that didn’t bother me. It had taken me thirteen years to get back to Annie and I was content to stare at her as long as I pleased. The last few weeks had been so strange though. There was so much to learn about this girl I had been convinced I still knew. Time is a fickle, confusing thing. We felt like we’d known each other forever but there were so many things telling us that wasn’t true. Our interests, our parents, our bodies.
God, bodies. I didn’t need to think about that. Both our bodies caused us so many problems. My eyes wandered and I shivered, instinctually wriggling closer to Annie. She was warm against my shoulder and seemingly unfazed by my closeness. I reached for her hand but I was quickly pushed from Annie’s mind by Hanschen in his bathroom with his stupid postcard.
“Is he really sitting there playing with himself?” Annie laughed.
“Hanschen’s a weird one,” I replied, laughing off my nervousness. I shifted my arm to wrap it around her arms, mentally sighing in relief when Annie didn’t protest.
We laughed at Moritz’s hysteria but I felt a pang of guilt, knowing his fate. “Touch Me” however felt like the musical was egging me on. I pushed back the idea – it wasn’t fair to Annie – but “The Word of Your Body” and “The Dark I Know Well” were just beckoning me.
I leaned down to rest my head on her shoulder and whispered against her neck. “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
Annie went rigid but didn’t try to push me away. I could sense the idea ticking over in her mind before she twisted around to face me.
“A-Are you serious?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah,” I replied, blushing furiously. “Y-You don’t have to – you can hit me if you want, I don’t mind, I probably deserve it.”
“I wouldn’t hit you,” Annie whispered before she reached for my face, gently cupping my cheek. “Kiss me… I wanna know if it feels different with you…”
I smiled slightly before I gently wrapped her up in my arms, pulling Annie close and pressing my lips against hers. They were soft as silk and fitted against mine perfectly. It had to be a sign. She carefully slipped her arms around my waist and pulled me down. My legs got stuck before I carefully rearranged myself to kneel over Annie. She was so small and she was adorable when she blushed, her hands on my hips before she leaned up to kiss me again.
She tasted sweet, but that might just have been my mind convincing me. I carefully traced her lips with my tongue before they parted and our mouths collided again. Her tongue was strong as it forced its way into my mouth, swirling over my teeth before her fingers reached up to tangle in my hair. I pulled back, feeling self-conscious as I watched her chest heaving and the sound of her panting breath danced in my ears.
“Are you alright?” I whispered, shifting the weight I held up on my hands.
“I just – I don’t know – what if I can’t-”
“Oh right, the breathlessness…” I pushed myself back, kneeling over her hips. “We don’t have to-”
“I want to,” Annie countered, sitting up. “I want to, just … slowly…”
I smiled slightly. “You sure?”
She blushed but her nod was sure, as were the hands that tugged me back down and the lips that crashed against mine. I could feel her heart beating against mine chest and wondered if she could feel mine. I could hear the heartbeat scene echoing from the TV, the bootlegged dialogue crackly. A smile graced my lips before I carefully moved my hand to Annie’s hip, toying with the hem of her shirt.
Annie broke the kiss, turning her head to the side as she breathed heavily. I didn’t hesitate in trailing kisses along her throat, pushing the fabric of her shirt out of the way to press my lips to her collarbone. Her fingers tangled in my hair again and I moaned softly against the hollow of her neck as she ground her hips against mine. My hand slipped beneath her shirt, sliding over her stomach and towards her covered breast. They were small and soft but their sensitivity was what amazed me. The slightest touch or shift in pressure made Annie moan and her aching want was obvious.
I began carefully working her shirt up over her body, freeing her of it completely before tossing it to the floor between the couch and the TV. Looking back down, I smiled as Annie shyly covered herself up again.
“If you want to stop just say so, okay?”
Annie nodded shakily before she reached forward and pulled up the hem of my shirt. I laughed softly, leaning back and whipping it off.
“What if your parents come back?” Annie asked worriedly.
“It’s just after lunch – they won’t be back ‘til five or six. We have time.”
“Just be gentle, okay?”
I nodded, kissing her as I pressed my body against hers. My hand returned to cup her breast, my thumb smoothing over the pert nipple struggling against its confines. Annie’s body arched and with my other hand, I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. I pulled it away before breaking the kiss to trail my mouth downwards. I licked and nipped her neck, soothing hickeys with soft kisses and more suckling before my lips finally pressed against her nipple.
As I swirled my tongue over the small nub, Annie moaned and gasped. I smiled before pulling back enough to blow a cool line over the wet flesh, making it go hard. I gently moved my fingers over her nipple as I leaned down to kiss my way down over her stomach, my free hand resting at her hip. I pulled away again, my hands leaving her body before going to the fly on her jeans. I carefully undid the button and pulled down the zip to reveal sweet white panties with the Hello Kitty decal on the front. I laughed softly before looking up to Annie for her reaction.
She blushed again, a look I was beginning to relish in.
“Don’t judge me,” she murmured, shifting uncomfortably.
I smiled simply before I began carefully tugging her jeans away, the black denim stiff and clingy. I managed, throwing them away to join our shirts before I turned back to Annie, hesitating before I gently removed the Hello Kitty panties. I stood from the couch, yanking away my own jeans and my boxers before I carefully returned to my place over Annie.
She was pale all over – there were no tan lines on her lithe body. Her thighs and stomach were marred with scars that matched the ones on her arms. Her nipples were dark toppers to her small breasts and the curl of hair between her bare thighs was enticing and inviting. I gave her a reassuring smile before I carefully pushed aside one of her legs. I could see her crease and felt the heat emanating from her centre long before I touched her.
Annie lurched as my fingers slipped inside the dark ring of muscle. There was little resistance though once I had sunk in up to my second knuckle. I carefully scissored my fingers, watching intently as Annie arched her back and whimpered. Her knuckles were white as she clenched her fists and I could feel her tensing and relaxing around my fingers. My own want was making itself known now and I pulled my fingers out. I lifted them to my lips, tasting her juices before I leaned down to suckle her clit, not quite ready to go the distance.
Annie’s essence tasted as sweet as her tongue and I felt my eagerness rising as I gripped her hips. She cried out when I grazed my teeth over the wet nub before licking the underside of the hood. It was so sweet feeling her squirm but I knew I was pushing her. I began kissing my way back up Annie’s body, trailing her juices everywhere I went. I pressed a sloppy kiss to each of her taut nipples before I finally found her lips.
I was surprised by her strong grip as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, holding me hard and fast against her. The feel of her breasts against my chest was intense but no more than the sensation of my tip against her opening.
I broke the kiss. “Are you ready?” I whispered, reaching down between us for my cock. I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t thought about having sex with Annie but actually doing it made me sort of nervous.
“I-I’m ready,” Annie gasped before she kissed me again. I used this to my advantage, kissing her deeply and passionately as I gently guided myself inside of her. She was tight but her velvet walls gave way to the pleasure encroaching upon our bodies and I grinned at the moan rising in her throat.
She bucked hard, driving me deep inside her before I began to gently thrust. It was hard to however as when her legs wrapped around me, they were like an iron shackle. I felt insane, like every fibre of my body was on fire or bursting with electricity – or both. I wanted to scream, I wanted to hear Annie scream, I wanted to tear us apart and put us back together again only to repeat the process. I drove into her with aching desire, the friction not enough as we slid together so intimately. She was beautiful and strong and I wanted her to break me. I was so desperate for her love.
All of a sudden, Annie twisted and before I could comprehend it, we were falling from the couch and onto the floor. The shock of the floorboards against my back was painful but I barely noticed when Annie collapsed over me. Somehow we were still connected and the feeling of Annie riding me was glorious. I had never had such aggressive sex and I hadn’t expected it from Annie as she leaned down to kiss me, then my throat, then my shoulder. She bit into me and it sparked the bucking of my hips. I gripped Annie’s body while she kissed mine and we moved together before I finally came. I soaked her cunt and felt my cum – or hers – drip down over my shaft and onto the floor beneath us.
When Annie came, she screamed into my chest, gasping for air as she rode out her orgasm before collapsing over me. I rubbed her back gently, our bodies encased with sweat. Annie seemed to quickly recover before she carefully moved downwards again, my softened member falling free of her before she took it gingerly in her hand. I looked down to see her carefully trail her tongue along my shaft, licking up the semen and ejaculate. It felt amazing and I groaned, not caring anymore. Her lips engulfed the head of my dick, tongue swirling over the slit before pulling away before I could harden again.
Annie pressed a kiss to the tip, the shaft, my hip, my stomach, my nipples, my collarbone and finally my mouth. She straddled me, pressing her forehead against mine and looking deep into my eyes.
“I love you, Ricky Middleston.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around Annie, knowing this girl was the love of my life. “I love you too, Annie Rollins.”
She kissed me again and I felt the rise of passion in my heart again. There was no stopping this girl.
End Note: So that was ... interesting. I think I have more ideas for these two. Keep an eye out if you enjoyed it. Be sure to check out "Strawberries" and "Great, There's Booze on my Dress" too. Hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading :) C_R
Extra warnings: Coarse language that may offend some people. I apologise in advance if it does.
Enjoy :)
THE WORD OF YOUR BODY
I’m not sure what possessed me to share “Spring Awakening” with her but I was enjoying watching Annie watch my favourite musical. Hooray for being able to link Youtube to the TV. There was colour in her cheeks, despite the bored expression on her face. Part of me was thankful for the blood transfusions that were doing more harm than good at this point. I glanced back to the screen as the boys burst into “The Bitch of Living” and I laughed softly.
“This is the weirdest musical I’ve ever seen,” Annie murmured, glancing over to me.
“I didn’t think you liked musicals.”
“I don’t but I’ve still looked into a few – this is strange.”
“Might be because it was written in 1891.”
“Wait, what? They had rock music-”
“Rewritten in 2007.”
Annie’s mouth formed a sweet “o” shape in her realisation before she blushed slightly and looked away. I knew my gaze was lingering but that didn’t bother me. It had taken me thirteen years to get back to Annie and I was content to stare at her as long as I pleased. The last few weeks had been so strange though. There was so much to learn about this girl I had been convinced I still knew. Time is a fickle, confusing thing. We felt like we’d known each other forever but there were so many things telling us that wasn’t true. Our interests, our parents, our bodies.
God, bodies. I didn’t need to think about that. Both our bodies caused us so many problems. My eyes wandered and I shivered, instinctually wriggling closer to Annie. She was warm against my shoulder and seemingly unfazed by my closeness. I reached for her hand but I was quickly pushed from Annie’s mind by Hanschen in his bathroom with his stupid postcard.
“Is he really sitting there playing with himself?” Annie laughed.
“Hanschen’s a weird one,” I replied, laughing off my nervousness. I shifted my arm to wrap it around her arms, mentally sighing in relief when Annie didn’t protest.
We laughed at Moritz’s hysteria but I felt a pang of guilt, knowing his fate. “Touch Me” however felt like the musical was egging me on. I pushed back the idea – it wasn’t fair to Annie – but “The Word of Your Body” and “The Dark I Know Well” were just beckoning me.
I leaned down to rest my head on her shoulder and whispered against her neck. “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
Annie went rigid but didn’t try to push me away. I could sense the idea ticking over in her mind before she twisted around to face me.
“A-Are you serious?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah,” I replied, blushing furiously. “Y-You don’t have to – you can hit me if you want, I don’t mind, I probably deserve it.”
“I wouldn’t hit you,” Annie whispered before she reached for my face, gently cupping my cheek. “Kiss me… I wanna know if it feels different with you…”
I smiled slightly before I gently wrapped her up in my arms, pulling Annie close and pressing my lips against hers. They were soft as silk and fitted against mine perfectly. It had to be a sign. She carefully slipped her arms around my waist and pulled me down. My legs got stuck before I carefully rearranged myself to kneel over Annie. She was so small and she was adorable when she blushed, her hands on my hips before she leaned up to kiss me again.
She tasted sweet, but that might just have been my mind convincing me. I carefully traced her lips with my tongue before they parted and our mouths collided again. Her tongue was strong as it forced its way into my mouth, swirling over my teeth before her fingers reached up to tangle in my hair. I pulled back, feeling self-conscious as I watched her chest heaving and the sound of her panting breath danced in my ears.
“Are you alright?” I whispered, shifting the weight I held up on my hands.
“I just – I don’t know – what if I can’t-”
“Oh right, the breathlessness…” I pushed myself back, kneeling over her hips. “We don’t have to-”
“I want to,” Annie countered, sitting up. “I want to, just … slowly…”
I smiled slightly. “You sure?”
She blushed but her nod was sure, as were the hands that tugged me back down and the lips that crashed against mine. I could feel her heart beating against mine chest and wondered if she could feel mine. I could hear the heartbeat scene echoing from the TV, the bootlegged dialogue crackly. A smile graced my lips before I carefully moved my hand to Annie’s hip, toying with the hem of her shirt.
Annie broke the kiss, turning her head to the side as she breathed heavily. I didn’t hesitate in trailing kisses along her throat, pushing the fabric of her shirt out of the way to press my lips to her collarbone. Her fingers tangled in my hair again and I moaned softly against the hollow of her neck as she ground her hips against mine. My hand slipped beneath her shirt, sliding over her stomach and towards her covered breast. They were small and soft but their sensitivity was what amazed me. The slightest touch or shift in pressure made Annie moan and her aching want was obvious.
I began carefully working her shirt up over her body, freeing her of it completely before tossing it to the floor between the couch and the TV. Looking back down, I smiled as Annie shyly covered herself up again.
“If you want to stop just say so, okay?”
Annie nodded shakily before she reached forward and pulled up the hem of my shirt. I laughed softly, leaning back and whipping it off.
“What if your parents come back?” Annie asked worriedly.
“It’s just after lunch – they won’t be back ‘til five or six. We have time.”
“Just be gentle, okay?”
I nodded, kissing her as I pressed my body against hers. My hand returned to cup her breast, my thumb smoothing over the pert nipple struggling against its confines. Annie’s body arched and with my other hand, I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. I pulled it away before breaking the kiss to trail my mouth downwards. I licked and nipped her neck, soothing hickeys with soft kisses and more suckling before my lips finally pressed against her nipple.
As I swirled my tongue over the small nub, Annie moaned and gasped. I smiled before pulling back enough to blow a cool line over the wet flesh, making it go hard. I gently moved my fingers over her nipple as I leaned down to kiss my way down over her stomach, my free hand resting at her hip. I pulled away again, my hands leaving her body before going to the fly on her jeans. I carefully undid the button and pulled down the zip to reveal sweet white panties with the Hello Kitty decal on the front. I laughed softly before looking up to Annie for her reaction.
She blushed again, a look I was beginning to relish in.
“Don’t judge me,” she murmured, shifting uncomfortably.
I smiled simply before I began carefully tugging her jeans away, the black denim stiff and clingy. I managed, throwing them away to join our shirts before I turned back to Annie, hesitating before I gently removed the Hello Kitty panties. I stood from the couch, yanking away my own jeans and my boxers before I carefully returned to my place over Annie.
She was pale all over – there were no tan lines on her lithe body. Her thighs and stomach were marred with scars that matched the ones on her arms. Her nipples were dark toppers to her small breasts and the curl of hair between her bare thighs was enticing and inviting. I gave her a reassuring smile before I carefully pushed aside one of her legs. I could see her crease and felt the heat emanating from her centre long before I touched her.
Annie lurched as my fingers slipped inside the dark ring of muscle. There was little resistance though once I had sunk in up to my second knuckle. I carefully scissored my fingers, watching intently as Annie arched her back and whimpered. Her knuckles were white as she clenched her fists and I could feel her tensing and relaxing around my fingers. My own want was making itself known now and I pulled my fingers out. I lifted them to my lips, tasting her juices before I leaned down to suckle her clit, not quite ready to go the distance.
Annie’s essence tasted as sweet as her tongue and I felt my eagerness rising as I gripped her hips. She cried out when I grazed my teeth over the wet nub before licking the underside of the hood. It was so sweet feeling her squirm but I knew I was pushing her. I began kissing my way back up Annie’s body, trailing her juices everywhere I went. I pressed a sloppy kiss to each of her taut nipples before I finally found her lips.
I was surprised by her strong grip as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, holding me hard and fast against her. The feel of her breasts against my chest was intense but no more than the sensation of my tip against her opening.
I broke the kiss. “Are you ready?” I whispered, reaching down between us for my cock. I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t thought about having sex with Annie but actually doing it made me sort of nervous.
“I-I’m ready,” Annie gasped before she kissed me again. I used this to my advantage, kissing her deeply and passionately as I gently guided myself inside of her. She was tight but her velvet walls gave way to the pleasure encroaching upon our bodies and I grinned at the moan rising in her throat.
She bucked hard, driving me deep inside her before I began to gently thrust. It was hard to however as when her legs wrapped around me, they were like an iron shackle. I felt insane, like every fibre of my body was on fire or bursting with electricity – or both. I wanted to scream, I wanted to hear Annie scream, I wanted to tear us apart and put us back together again only to repeat the process. I drove into her with aching desire, the friction not enough as we slid together so intimately. She was beautiful and strong and I wanted her to break me. I was so desperate for her love.
All of a sudden, Annie twisted and before I could comprehend it, we were falling from the couch and onto the floor. The shock of the floorboards against my back was painful but I barely noticed when Annie collapsed over me. Somehow we were still connected and the feeling of Annie riding me was glorious. I had never had such aggressive sex and I hadn’t expected it from Annie as she leaned down to kiss me, then my throat, then my shoulder. She bit into me and it sparked the bucking of my hips. I gripped Annie’s body while she kissed mine and we moved together before I finally came. I soaked her cunt and felt my cum – or hers – drip down over my shaft and onto the floor beneath us.
When Annie came, she screamed into my chest, gasping for air as she rode out her orgasm before collapsing over me. I rubbed her back gently, our bodies encased with sweat. Annie seemed to quickly recover before she carefully moved downwards again, my softened member falling free of her before she took it gingerly in her hand. I looked down to see her carefully trail her tongue along my shaft, licking up the semen and ejaculate. It felt amazing and I groaned, not caring anymore. Her lips engulfed the head of my dick, tongue swirling over the slit before pulling away before I could harden again.
Annie pressed a kiss to the tip, the shaft, my hip, my stomach, my nipples, my collarbone and finally my mouth. She straddled me, pressing her forehead against mine and looking deep into my eyes.
“I love you, Ricky Middleston.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around Annie, knowing this girl was the love of my life. “I love you too, Annie Rollins.”
She kissed me again and I felt the rise of passion in my heart again. There was no stopping this girl.
End Note: So that was ... interesting. I think I have more ideas for these two. Keep an eye out if you enjoyed it. Be sure to check out "Strawberries" and "Great, There's Booze on my Dress" too. Hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading :) C_R
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