Under Seven Minutes // Private RP

Violeta slipped a hand over his cheek, enjoying the faint feeling of stubble beneath her fingers as his mouth moved smoothly against hers. She began to rub a slow circle into his cheek with her thumb, shivering against him.

In that moment, Josh truly believed he was going to have a heart attack.

Cheeks a vivid shade of scarlet, he bit his lower lip before tapping the little camera in the corner of his screen, rolling over in order to flick his light switch on. He hesitated a moment, but eventually worked up the courage to snap a picture of himself, eyes wide behind the slim frames of his circular glasses.

Before he could regret anything, he pressed ‘send’.

"Am I forgiven?" Gray murmured against her mouth, leaning into her touch. It drove him wild, that hand of hers. He decided to take their kiss to the next step. He gently bit down on her lip, keeping it slow-paced, trying to gauge her reaction. If she didn't want it, he would stop.

Laura stared at the screen for a good solid minute. Her mouth was open, eyes wide, cheeks flaming. There he was, Josh, glasses donning his handsome face, freckles on his cheeks and nose. He looked like an innocent sheep, tentative, hesitant, but a hot sheep. The look he captured made her melt. He might look like a sheep, but Laura had no doubt he was a wolf underneath. The thought made her squeal, so she stuffed her face with a pillow and let out a high-pitched sound.

Finally, she regained enough composure to send a message.

LAURA: Oooh, that totally made my night. You look so adorable! ;D

Violeta’s eyes snapped open. Her fingers tightened in his hair as adrenaline shot through her body, rendering her utterly dumbfounded and weak from the sheer pleasure of an action he probably didn’t think much of.

“D-Definitely,” she murmured shakily, pressing her thumb against his cheekbone.

With each text Laura sent, Josh could feel her drawing him deeper into an inescapable hole. Furthermore, he had no desire for her to stop.

This is wrong, he told himself as he raised his arm for a second picture, this one with his glasses (unintentionally) slipping to one side as he stuck out his bottom lip.

As soon as he pressed send, heart racing, he hastened to add a second remark.

JOSH: im very glad you think so :))

Gray took that as a signal to continue. He deepened the kiss, occasionally tugging on her bottom lip, rolling it between his teeth. At the same time, he took it slow, giving her a chance to pull back if she wanted to.

This is enough, Laura told herself. This much flirting is enough. Are you that desperate for another heartbreak?

But she continued to look at the picture on her phone, on the look on his face until her eyes fell on his mouth. His lip stuck out, as if he was mocking her. Though she knew he wasn't, it looked like it. She wanted to kiss him.

And it didn't… feel right. Her best friend didn't like this person. Granted, the reasons were stupid, but he didn't like him. Neither did Josh. And Josh liked her best friend's girlfriend. This was wrong, but why couldn't she stop?

Laura found herself raising her arm up, one eye shut in a wink, lips puckered into a kiss, with her free hand over her mouth as if she was blowing a kiss.

LAURA: Im sure you do, Josh. Im sure you do

They had barely been together for forty minutes, and Violeta was already intoxicated. Each brush of his mouth only reeled her in further, tightening the ropes that kept her against him just a little…. And god, she loved it.

But eventually, she forced herself to pull away, panting heavily.

Josh was ridiculously happy, completely drunk on each adorable picture Laura sent his way. The pain and heartbreak of seeing Violeta in Gray’s arms faded to a dull ache in the back of his mind——for now.

But this was wrong. He knew that, despite the way he was ogling at her latest message, his heart slamming against his rib cage. Barely an hour had passed since his first college heartbreak. To make matters worse, Laura was friends with the other man who perhaps hated him the most.

He couldn’t restrain himself from sending a reply, but he did his best, settling on a simple message that wouldn’t draw him closer to her but wouldn’t betray his anxiety st the same time.

JOSH: XD

Gray buried his face in the crook of his neck, breathing her in deeply. “Kissing you is intoxicating,” he shuddered, “I always dreamt about it. Kissing the real thing, however, is the real deal.”

Laura stared at the message for a few seconds, her heart dropping in its chest. A short, simple message. There wasn’t anything she could say to that.

And she wasn’t surprised, either. Maybe the fun was over. Maybe he had enough of her shameless behavior. Her heart continued to drop until she sighed, locked her phone and set it aside, turning off her light as she did so.

It was for the best, Laura decided. Nothing would go wrong.

She didn’t deserve him. And she certainly didn’t want to feel like a side character only there for the main character to lose his feelings for another girl. Not again.

So Laura closed her eyes and hugged her pillow tight, yet a dorky grin and familiar words rang through her mind.

Yeah, she is.

Violeta found herself actually trembling in his hold, though it wasn’t from fear or anything similar. No——she was far from afraid at the moment.

“You—You’re an amazing kisser,” she stammered, pressing a careful kiss to the top of his head. “Though I’m sure I’m not the first to tell you that.”

Laura never replied.

With each passing minute, Josh could feel his spirits sinking lower and lower. Of course she wasn’t answering—he hadn’t exactly given her a satisfactory reply. But no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t cave in to the sudden craving for her masterful flirtations.

Half an hour passed, no activity on his phone. Eventually, Josh’s eyes began to droop… so he decided to send one last message before turning off his phone and going to sleep.

JOSH: gnight, Laura, sleep tight :)

Gray ran his hand through her short, curly hair, smiling against her.

“You’re the only one that matters,” he said to her. “The only one. I don’t care what anyone else says.”

Laura’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, but she didn’t stir. She slept quietly, curled up into a ball, a pillow hugged to her chest tightly.

She took a deep breath in her sleep, smacking her lips together and shifted slightly, sheets tangled in her legs before she stilled again.

Sleep was the only time she was completely blank.

“You have no idea,” she breathed against him, “How much that means to me, Gray. I-I can’t thank you enough. For everything.”

Josh, as usual, drifted off with soft music playing through his earbuds, lulling him to sleep as he hugged one of his five pillows to his chest.

But even before sleep overtook him, his thoughts were a hopelessly confused mess of Laura and Violeta, battling for control of his heart.

Gray hummed against her, nudging her cheek with his nose.

“You don’t need to,” he said. “You’re my girlfriend. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Girlfriend….” Violeta’s smile only widened. “I love it when you call me that. And—You never answered my question. About the fully clothed modelling, I mean.”

Gray smiled against her cheek.

“Girlfriend,” he repeated, linking their fingers together. “Of course I would model for my girlfriend, Vy. Sad it’s fully clothed, though.”

“Gray….” she groaned, biting the inside of one of her flushed cheeks. “C’mon, no more teasing. Ask me something?”

“Okay, okay. No more teasing, for now,” Gray promised. “Okay… what’s your dream?”

“My dream….” Violeta said slowly, contemplating the question. “Is… Well, I guess I just want to be happy. And I want my sister to go somewhere where the other kids her age won’t treat her like she has the plague. If I was to chose something for myself.. I guess I’d like to have my own little flat one day and have people like the music I make from my art,” she murmured, referring absentmindedly to one of her ongoing projects. “And I want a beagle puppy.”

“That’s a wonderful dream,” Gray mumbled, pulling her over his chest. “One you’ll accomplish without a doubt.”

Violeta pressed an ear over his heart, listening to the steady beating as it reverberated through his chest. “What’s yours?” she asked softly, reaching for his hands.

Gray breathed, fingers gently rubbing her scalp. “Feed Amanda a dish she can’t find even a single fault in,” he chuckled. “Basically, I want be a chef. Amanda’s from a family of chefs—literally all of them—and though I’m adopted, I want to carry on with the legacy of sorts. And I want to make sure Aria is never bothered again.”

Adopted….

Violeta’s heart ached for him. If he still had a different last name than his adoptive mother, it most likely meant that he’d been adopted later in life…

Leaning against his touch, she cranes her head and offered him a soft smile. “You’re going to be amazing,” she told him. “And you already are, too. Would you consider taking part in any cooking competitions?”

Gray smiled back at her, reaching up to kiss her on the forehead gently.

"I don't really know about that part," he said honestly. "I think I might. Amanda does say I should since it gives a sort of feeling of working at a restaurant with the time limit and whatnot."

“Well, you’ve got time to figure that out,” Violeta smiled, “And if you ever did enter a competition, I’m sure you’d win.”

Gradually, her exhaustion was catching up on her. A week of barely sleeping was enough to beat back the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Violeta’s eyelids began to droop, soft yawn escaping her.

Gray looked down at her softly, shifting so she was more comfortable.

"Do you want me to stay?" he murmured, playing with her hair gently.

Violeta buried her face in his chest, too comfortable and warm to move around much. “You can do…” she yawned, “Whatever you want….”

"I'll tell Amanda that I'm staying over at yours, then," Gray mumbled, already digging out his phone and typing a message to his foster mother with one hand. "Goodnight, Vy."

“Goodnight…” Violeta mumbled, tugging his arm over her waist like a blanket. “Sleep tight….”

[TIME SKIP: The Next Day]

Laura stretched when the bell rang, signaling the end of class. She had her phone gripped in her hand, and if you asked her what she was doing, she'd say she was playing a game. In reality, she had been extremely distracted by the cute pictures Josh sent her the other night.

Laura usually ate lunch with Gray, but she felt like an outsider, so she didn't bother waiting for him as she exited the class. As she wormed her way through the crowd, she bumped into someone.

Her heart sped up. A smile made its way to her lips.

"Ah, Josh," she purred. "What a pleasant surprise!"

The whole day, Josh was torn over two, very special young women. Every time he caught sight of Violeta, his heart would plummet, but every time he thought of Laura, it would soar.

Dazed and disoriented, he left his morning class, barely paying attention to where he was going. But he ended up stumbling…. and crashes straight into another student.

“Ah, Josh~ What a pleasant surprise!”

His eyes went wide.

Laura looked up at him, her hands on his strong arms to prevent herself from falling. She looked up at him through her lashes, the smile still on her features, mostly to prevent nervousness from overtaking her senses.

"I take it you're just as surprised to see me as I am to see you," she grinned, referring to his wide eyes. She didn't pull away. The thought never crossed her mind. "Hi."

Josh’s traitorous heart pounded in his chest as he looked up and met Laura’s tantalizing eyes—now covered by pink and blue lenses.

“H-Hi,” he stammered, “How—How’d you sleep?”

Laura looped her arms around his neck, grinning up at him, her heart hammering in her chest as she did so. Why, she had no idea. Maybe she liked the effect she had on him, even though she knew for sure he harbored nothing for her. Or maybe she just wanted to be close to him but didn't want him to know.

"I slept really well," she responded with a smile, "I fell asleep before you sent me that text. It's one of the reasons why I'm in such a good mood today. What about you?"