forum In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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I sighed, figuring she wanted to pretend I had never said that. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled quietly, adding on a tentative, “Dare.”

I pressed the heels of both hands to my eyes, inhaling shakily. "I……. fuck. I'm going to regret this." And I most definitely was. As I straightened my back, knowing full well that I was about to make the worst decision of my entire life, I lowered my hands and turned my head skywards. "I—I dare you to do it. Kiss me."

(Oml this story plays with my emotions too much)

“Juliet…” I couldn’t even think. She asked me— no, she told me to kiss her. This couldn’t be happening. It didn’t seem real. “Do you actually— me?” I fumbled to get a grip on myself.

"Do it." My resolve was already dimming, the adrenaline rush giving way to a horrible dread. If he didn't do something soon, I would panic. I'd run. Just like I always did.

I didn't dare look him in the eye, didn't dare move a muscle. I sat there, frozen like a statue. Waiting for him to bring some warmth back into my life.

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It all seemed to be in slow motion. As if someone had dunked my head underwater, and made me watch myself from the murky depths. I shifted onto my knees, resting my cast in my lap. Then I leaned forward, agonisingly cautious as I brushed the hair out of hair face.

I meant for it to be gentle and romantic, but as soon as my lips touched hers my brain short circuited. All the pent up fervor. The passion. The tension. Finally released. I couldn’t think. Only feel. Electricity sparking through my veins like a drug. An addict getting my fix— hell, I’m the worst addict I know. The craving, had worsened without me knowing it. And now? Now it was sloppy and messy and chaotic.

I don’t think I was breathing. I’m not sure how I could have. The only thing I was actually aware of myself doing was resting my hand at the small of her back.

(DeAd)

(I HAVE REFRAINED FROM DOING SO BUT I CANNOT HELP MYSELF ANYMORE.)

Fireworks exploded through my body the moment his mouth touched down on mine. His hand went to my back, and, acting completely on instinct, I pushed my fingers into his hair and kissed him back, rough and hungry and desperate.

Romeo. I was kissing Romeo Montague. He was kissing me. My heart thundered in my chest, exhilaration shooting through my veins as I was plunged into a sea of ecstasy, mind going completely white. All I could feel were his hands on my body and his mouth claiming mine. When had I managed to fall this far? I hadn't even realized it until now—hadn't even begun to fathom what this boy had done to me. What he was doing to me. I kissed him back with passion, the fact that I was trembling all over not seeming to register. I kissed him like it was the end of the world.

And suddenly, I didn't think I wanted to ever let go.

(XD, I'm enjoying this about as much as you guys)

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Holy SHIT! Holy— okay, oh my god. Okay.Juliet kissed me back. Like really well. Really super well. Did I say she kissed me back already? Movie ends here. The end. Bye, I’m dead.

So maybe I wasn’t having the most intelligent thoughts, but can you blame me? It’s Juliet! Her lips are soft, but I can feel the part of her bottom lip that she bites, it’s a little rougher than the rest. I’ve been waiting for this for… I don’t even know. I can’t breathe! Literally! I don’t think it’s necessary if I’m being totally honest. The way this felt was too good to lose. I improvised, taking shuttering gasps in between kisses.

And then I realized I could kiss other places besides her lips.

Her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. Everything felt new and incredible and did I happen to tell you that Juliet is kissing me back? Did I mention that? I can tell you again if you want?

My skin burned as his soft mouth blazed trails down my jaw, down my neck, hovering just above my collarbone. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but stifle the tiny gasps that threatened to slip from between my lips. At some point which I couldn't remember, I'd ended up in his lap, my legs wrapped around his middle as a wildfire tore through my chest and blew the last of my composure to bits.

"Romeo," I breathed, his name like honey on my tongue. My fingers tightened their grip around his hair, pulling his head closer, pressing his mouth harder into the crook of my neck. His touch was like magic, like Lethe, washing my mind clean, wiping my memories blank of every other boy who'd ever touched me. "Mi Dio, mi stai facendo impazzire…"

Juliet was all over me. Her hands in my hair left me dizzy and shaking. I thrived off the feeling. Sheer and pure bliss coursing every time she tugged at a strand of my hair. Then she said my name. Breathed it out like it was something sacred. I swear to the heavens above that this was the first time someone had truly said my name. She was speaking in Italian and I… I couldn’t even speak. I only wanted her closer. So I pulled her closer, biting down on her lip when the pain from the my left arm started to overcome the power she held over me.

I felt reborn, birthed anew from the scattered ashes of devastation that my father had left behind. I felt alive, buzzing with energy and adrenaline, a warm glow having seeped to every piece of me, every part of my body. All because of him.

Finally, I drew in a deep, shuddering breath, my body relaxing against his, shoulders rising and falling as I panted softly. I tugged my bottom lip out from his mouth, hands trembling violently by the time I had removed them from his hair and placed them on the underside of his jaw, tilting his face up. The realization struck me then—his eyes were beautiful. ‘Hazel’ wasn’t nearly a good enough word to do them justice, they were like nuggets of gold, fragments of the sun. A quiet gasp parted my lips.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as Juliet pulled away, but it was quickly soothed once I realized she was still sitting on my lap. Her shaky hands grazing my jaw, sending shivers down my spine as she guided my face upwards. But what was the most stunning was the way she was looking at me. Her eyes, were like the forest at dawn. The deep brown bark of cedar trees with streaks of gold flashing through from the early morning light. But it wasn’t just they was they looked. There was something there. A spark. A flame. Dancing in her eyes again. “I… I think I’m in love with you.” I croaked, my brain refusing to function fully.

There was no going back from this. There was no going back from what I was doing, tracing his lips with my thumb, shifting slightly in his lap, tightening my legs around him. There was no escaping from the net he had somehow thrown over me without my noticing, reeling me in until there was nothing that occupied my mind but a need for him and only him.

It was as if the kiss had activated something in me, unlocked the desire which had snuck up on me when I’d least expect it. And when he looked at me like that….. his eyes wide, dazed, pining, all because of me…. when his lips parted to let through a small sentence, one that shattered my world…. I melted in his hands.

“I—I should hope so, a-after that,” I whispered unsteadily, my voice still rough from the force and passion of the kiss we’d shared.