Under Seven Minutes // Private RP

Gray kissed a lot of women. Whether it was for a short moment or for a relatively long one, he’d kissed them. But kissing Violeta was undoubtedly better than kissing anyone else.

Kissing Violeta was like taking a swim in molten lava. His body was ridiculously hot, his blood boiling, but he continued to soak himself in the thick liquid. The burning desire was driving him insane, but he indulged in it. He savored it.

Kissing Violeta was like taking a walk in a storm. Dangerous, deadly, blinding. He was lost to everything but the feeling of her soft lips pressed against his.

At first, she was sloppy as if she hadn’t either expected the kiss, or if he was her first. The latter satisfied him thoroughly. So Gray moved his mouth against hers, guiding her, his hands lowering until they firmly rested on her waist. They did not go down further than that.

And then she released a small sound that caused something to snap inside of Gray. Her fingers in his hair did not help her case, either.

Gray pushed against her harder, the soft kiss turning passionate. He pushed in all of his feelings inside. The desperation, the love, the heat and intensity. Everything.

And while he devoured her, he hoped she had kissed him back because she wanted to, not because she had no choice.

And Violeta melted in his arms. Her knees went weak, her heart swelled to a bursting point. She would have crumpled against him had she not moved her fingers down to grip his biceps.

“G-Gray—“ she stammered against his mouth, taking a tiny step back and pulling Gray with her, until she had successfully pinned herself between him and it. Gray, Gray, Gray. Her heart practically pounded out his name, singing for him and only him.

Violeta had never experienced anything like this before. This attraction, this passion, this intensity. Pleasure rolled off her body in waves as he continued to devour her until she was dizzy and gasping for breath between kisses. And she nearly fainted right then and there. Gray had his strong hands on her waist and his burning mouth against hers, and he was kissing her with a mouth so full of promises that they spilled from his lips like sweet nectar. Violeta drank them all up, as if silently pledging herself to him.

That was his answer. The way she was kissing him back was the answer he needed. If Gray thought he was in heaven before, he was wrong. This was heaven.

She practically melted in his arms and he held her tighter, lips never pulling away from hers as he did so. And then his name spilled from her mouth and he growled, pressing against her harder. He loved it. Loved her pushed up against him, loved her mouth on his, loved the way she spoke his name. As if it was the only thing on her mind. As if he was the only one in her mind.

When she took a step back, he nearly hissed, but took it easy once he realized she was pinning herself between him and the wall. His heart skipped several beats. He never thought he was going to be this close to her, much less make out with her in a closet. Better yet, he had no idea one day Violeta would be kissing him back with just as much passion as he was.

And she was gasping and mewling against his mouth, driving him over the edge. If he thought he couldn’t get any crazier than this, he was wrong because he had reached a new level.

Gray pulled apart, gasping for breath, eyes still screwed shut. He panted heavily, dizzy and lightheaded from the kiss they’d shared. However, he didn’t let either of them catch their breath before he brought his mouth down on hers again.

”Mine,” he hissed through the kiss, weaving one of his hands into her short hair. It was soft, just as he had predicted. “Violeta. Mine.”

Then he took one of her hands and pressed it against his chest without breaking away from her.

“Yours.”

He could never get enough.

Violeta was overflowing with need and passion, craving his touch like nothing she’d ever wanted before. He was like a drug——no, he was a drug——completely and utterly intoxicating. She gripped him tighter, stopping her fruitless struggle against the waves of euphoria continuously crashing down on her, chasing his mouth with hers even when he pulled away for breath.

But whenever he reconnected their lips, it was like she forgot how to stay in control. She would weaken beneath him, shiver beneath each masterful brush of his mouth, completely helpless to resist the powerful spell he was spinning around her.

It was a miracle she hadn’t passed out yet.

And when he pushed a hand through her hair and uttered two words that sent her tumbling over the edge…. Mine. Yours.

“Y-Yours,” Violeta agreed shakily, gathering a handful of his shirt in her fist. A word she never thought she would say to anyone… “All yours.”

This beautiful world, this new and wonderful reality, was being thrust into her hands, and she never wanted to let it go.

Yours. All yours. Gray never thought he would ever hear those words from Violeta. It still felt like a dream despite everything screaming that it wasn’t. He clung to her, kissing her again and again, never having enough.

Never having enough of her.

He didn’t know what was going on with him, but he wasn’t complaining. If he was losing his mind, he wasn’t complaining. He could lose his mind if it meant being with Violeta.

Finally, he pulled apart from her, lips burning. He panted heavily and pulled her into him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He breathed her in.

“If this is a dream,” his hot breath fanned across her skin, “Then let me stay asleep.”

Violeta inhaled sharply, her grip on him tightening. “G-Gray—“ she stammered, breathing his name like a prayer, like it was something sacred and holy.

His hot breath on her skin was driving her insane, reeling her closer to the edge. She was playing a dangerous game… and, god, did she intend on losing to him.

“This—This isn’t a dream…” She turned her head, nosing aside a lock of hair on his forehead. “You—You just kissed me. That—That just happened. Does this mean that…?”

His name on her tongue was a dangerous combination. Never had he loved the sound of his own name until it was spoken by her.

“I hope,” Gray breathed her in, kissing her again briefly, lips numb and swollen. “That it means you’re willing to go out with me.”

Her spaghetti strap slipped down her shoulder, so she pushed it back up. Panting heavily, her swollen lips parted, she nodded. “Of course—Gray, what did you think I wanted to do?”

But suddenly, she grew nervous. “We—Can we take this.. slow? I’ve just never done this before with anyone, and I don’t want to…. is that okay?”

Gray cupped her cheeks again. He kissed her on the forehead, her nose, and on her cheeks.

“Yes,” he breathed. “More than okay. Definitely.”

He pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed again. He never wanted to let her go.

“Hey, lovebirds! Time to get out now.”

Violeta’s eyes snapped open. Panting heavily, she forced herself to pull away, though Gray’s presence constantly chipped away at her resolve. After hurriedly flattening down her hair, she stood up on her tip-toes and put her mouth close to his ear. “That was my first…” she whispered, before putting a hand on the doorknob and pushing open the closet door.

Gray stared into space, unblinking, frozen. First. That was her first. He was her first kiss.

He whipped his head around to look at her as slipped out before he grabbed her hand, linking their fingers together. Then he, too, leaned close to her ear to whisper, “If it makes you feel much better, you’re my first love.”

Gray knew what his appearance was like when he stepped out and into curious eyes. swollen Lips, disheveled hair, rumpled clothes. He didn't care. He merely gave everyone a dazed smirk.

“So,” Laura broke the silence. “Does that mean you guys…?” She quirked an eyebrow.

Gray grinned, bent down and captured Violeta’s lips in a short kiss in front of everyone. When he pulled away, he winked at Laura. “What do you think?”

Violeta couldn’t breathe. Cheeks flushed from embarrassment, she buried her face in Gray’s shoulder. After the heat in the close confines of the closet, each breath was cool, the air sliding across her burning skin and bringing the tiniest bit of relief.

But even as she did, she caught sight of Josh…. and his positively broken-hearted expression. Guilt flooded her system.

Gray chuckled, wrapping her arms around his girlfriend as she hid her face in his shoulder in embarrassment. Adorable. She was so goddamn adorable. Gray lead her to his place in the circle, sat down and pulled her into his lap, arms wrapped around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Well, now that you have a girlfriend," Laura started. "Don't forget about me, otherwise I'll haunt you for the rest of your life."

Gray grinned at her. "How can I forget my self-proclaimed wing woman slash best friend?"

Laura huffed, crossing her arms. "Ungrateful prick."

Gray nuzzled Violeta's neck, eyes closed. Laura watched with an unknown expression on her features before a small smile broke out on her lips. Her friend was happy. That made her happy, too, but when she saw the broken expression on Josh's face, her heart dropped.

Violeta’s breath hitched. She was—She was in his lap. She was in Gray’s lap. Without realizing, she pressed herself against him, and when she opened he eyes and glanced bashfully at her friends, they were grinning from ear to ear.

But when her eyes darted back to Josh, her heart squeezed in pain. I’m sorry, she mouthed, but e merely blinked and turned his head away.

Laura tilted her head to the side. She was so bent on helping her friend that she didn't realize how it would hurt another person. And now it would make Violeta so guilty. She sighed. To please one person, you had to make another suffer. It always worked like that.

Meanwhile, Gray tightened his hold on her.

"I'm sorry," he murmured in her ear. "About Josh."

The game continued around them, but Violeta barely payed attention. She merely stayed curled up in Gray’s lap, shutting her eyes so she didn’t have to look at the second heart she’d broken this month.

“It’s okay…” she whispered, intertwining their fingers. “He—He’ll get over it. Right?”

"Maybe," Gray answered honestly, squeezing her hand, paying no attention to the game. Some guy was tied up with another one, another was having his hair braided by a girl, but Gray paid no attention. "Just remember that it isn't your fault. He'll realize that soon enough, and though I hate saying this, you might need to talk to him."

“I don’t want to think about that right now…” Violeta admitted quietly, turning her head in order to nuzzle his neck. “I—I stopped breaking your heart, but it broke his…. I guess I just do everything wrong…”

"No," Gray shook his head, kissing her on the cheek. God, he was actually kissing her. Was this really real? "It's not your fault. You can't keep everyone happy, Vy. You need to know that."

“I can try…” Violeta jumped a little when Gray kissed her cheek—she still wasn’t used to this new reality. She opened her eyes again… and met Rae’s from across the circle. Rae wiggles her eyebrows, and Violeta went pink.

Laura stretched from her place, a yawn breaking out from her lips.

“Well then,” she almost rubbed her sleepy eyes until she remembered she was wearing lenses. “I think I’m going to call it a day.”

Gray turned to look at her, cheek pressed against his girlfriend’s.

“It’s late out,” he furrowed his eyebrows. “Vy and I can go with you.”

Laura merely waved him off. “It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. Thanks for the lovely party and fun surprises~”

With the memory of her incident fresh in mind, Violeta shook her head. “Don’t go out alone, Laura…”

But, to everyone’s surprise, it was Josh who spoke up. “I can walk you home..” he offered quietly.

Laura blinked at Josh, tilting her head to the side. The disaster of a lipstick on his lips and on his cheek made her crack a smile.

“Will you?” She fingered her hair. “That would be nice.”

He nodded softly and returned his gaze to the floor as he stood, not daring to look at Violeta.

She swallowed, plagued with guilt and shame.

Gray tightened his hold on her as if to say it wasn’t her fault. He would need time.

Laura walked towards him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She lifted a finger to his chin and pulled his face up to look into his eyes.

“Hi there,” she purred, purposefully trying to put his attention on her and not the couple. “Is the floor that much better looking than I am?”

But Josh merely pulled away and pushed his hands into his pockets, inclining his head towards the door. “Let’s go..” he said quietly, dropping his focus back to the floor.

Meanwhile, Rae and Lillian were padding over to the new couple, twin grins gracing their lips. “Hey, lovebirds.”

Laura stared at Josh before shaking her head, probably a bit taken aback. Nobody had ever refused her stare like that. Especially not when she was being seductive.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said softly, swinging her handbag over her shoulder.

Gray grinned back at Violeta’s friends.

“Hello, there,” he greeted back. “Something tells me you guys had something to do with us getting selected.”

A smile tugged at Violeta’s lips as her friends kneeled down in front of them. Rae offered them a guilty smirk and a one-shouldered shrug. “Mayyyyybe…. We definitely didn’t have Laura in on it, too…. Definitely didn’t rig the game, or anything…”

Lillian snorted. “Oh, this is great. We’ve got so much to tease Violeta about now..”

Violeta made a tiny squeaking nose and hid her face in Gray’s shoulder.

Josh was careful to stick close to her side as they exited into the crisp night air, but he stayed silent, the heartbroken expression never leaving his face.

"Hey, be nice to my girlfriend," Gray said, but his voice itself was teasing. He hugged Violeta tighter. "And instead of being upset with you, I'm going to thank you. You definitely helped. A lot."

Laura peeked at Josh, biting down on her lip before she stopped.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "Not about losing Violeta. Just about getting your heart broken. God, I sound awful. I'm sorry."

Girlfriend.

Violeta’s heart pattered helplessly. I’m a girlfriend. I have a boyfriend.

Lillian wagged a finger at Gray. “We’ve got to lay down some rules, pretty boy. No unprotected sex. No making her uncomfortable. If she needs tampons, you go buy her tampons. Are we clear?”

Josh gave a tiny little shrug, folding his arms against his stomach. “It’s—It’s fine..” he murmured, “I should’ve known better.”