Chapter 956: 957: Take Charge?

Chapter 957: Take Charge?



After spending some time catching up with Lucas's parents, Amy and Lucas retired to his bedroom, aiming to grab a little rest before their planned visit to Amy's mom.

The house was quiet, save for the occasional creaks that seemed to follow the natural rhythm of the day. Outside, birds chirped lazily, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, filling the room with a sense of calm.

On the bed, Lucas lay on his side, his arm draped gently over Amy's waist, pulling her closer until her back rested against his chest.

It was their first time lying so close together, a quiet intimacy that had built up over weeks of deep conversations, pure friendship, and genuine laughter.

Despite the room's coolness and Lucas's soothing breathing rhythm, Amy felt hot and restless.

She was acutely aware of every point of contact between them- his arm around her waist, his breath against her neck, the press of his body along the length of hers.

The sensation sent tiny electric sparks dancing along her skin, and she couldn't help but squirm a little, trying to find a more comfortable position.

Lucas noticed the movement, and his lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "Why squirmest thou?"

The scent of her hair, a mix of shampoo and something uniquely Amy, filled his senses, grounding him in this quiet moment.

"The room feels hot," Amy said, and Lucas chuckled.

"The room is not hot; it is you who is on heat," he joked, and she jabbed her elbow in his side, making him chuckle.

"I'm serious," she said, moving closer to Lucas.

Lucas smiled as he tightened his hold on her just a fraction, his thumb making slow, lazy circles on her hip. He dipped his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of her neck, and he felt her shiver in response.

"How can you shiver when you're hot?" Lucas murmured against her skin, his voice low and husky.

Amy's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed. "I have no idea."

His hand traveled up her arm, the touch light as a feather, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "I think if the room is hot, I should give you room...."

"Don't move an inch," she warned, and he chuckled.

"It feels nice to be held like this. I think... I think I might just be a cuddle person." She laughed softly, the sound a little breathless.

Lucas chuckled, his chest vibrating against her back. "I bet you are," he said, his voice teasing yet filled with affection. "I had a feeling."

They lay in silence for a while, just enjoying the closeness. Lucas's fingers traced idle patterns on Amy's arm, and she felt herself relax into the touch. The earlier restlessness began to fade, replaced by a contented warmth that spread from where they touched. The tension that had coiled in her muscles slowly unraveled, and she let out a soft sigh, sinking deeper into the mattress.

After a while, Lucas spoke, his voice a gentle murmur against her ear. "You're no longer feeling hot, huh?" He asked, and she grinned even though she had her back to him.

"You cooled me up," she joked without opening her eyes.

Lucas chuckled. "Have you told your mom we are coming?"

Amy's eyes snapped open, and she turned her head slightly to look at him, realizing she hadn't thought to inform her mom about their visit. "Not yet," she admitted. "I guess I got distracted."

Lucas's lips quirked into a smile. "Understandable," he said, pressing another kiss to her shoulder. "But maybe you should give her a call and let her know we're coming. Wouldn't want her to surprise you by not being at home."

Amy nodded, feeling a twinge of nervousness. She last saw her mom during Miley's funeral. The thought brought a familiar ache to her chest, and she swallowed hard, trying to push the sorrow away.

She sat up slowly, feeling Lucas's hand slide off her waist as she reached for her phone on the nightstand.

Lucas propped himself up on one elbow, watching her with a gentle smile. "Don't worry," he said softly. "It's okay if going home makes you miss Miley," he said, understanding that she was probably thinking of that.

Amy nodded, taking a deep breath before dialing her mom's number. She held the phone to her ear, the dial tone filling the silence as she waited. It rang a few times before her mother's warm, slightly breathless voice came through.

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"Don't tell me you want to get me flowers, decorate the walkway and bed with rose petals and

stuff?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah. Something like that," he said, and she shook her head.

"Not everyone needs stuff like that," she said, and Lucas nodded.

"Sure. But you're not just anyone. You didn't wait this long to just..."

"Lucas, please shut up," Amy said as she rolled over and got on top of him, "I'm going to take charge if you won't," she threatened, and he chuckled.

"Take charge? Like you know what to do," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

"I might not have done it in practice, but trust me, I've done a lot of reading and seen my fair share of X-rated movies. I'm not a blushing virgin. I know my way around a man's body," she said, and Lucas chuckled as he watched her cheeks flush red even as she spoke. "Yeah. You're not a blushing virgin. You're a very experienced one," he said as he lay still and

watched her.

"You know what I don't like about us right now?" she asked, and Lucas shook his head.

"I don't like that we talk about everything so naturally. For Christ's sake, Luca, we should be doing something, not talking," she said, and Lucas chuckled.

"What? You're really going to let me take charge?" she asked in disbelief, and he laughed.

"Yes."

"But if I do it myself, wouldn't that mean I deflowered myself?" she asked, pouting, and he

chuckled.

"Are you sure you want to do it here? Now?" He asked, and she nodded, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of want and reassurance.

"Yes," she whispered. "I want this... I want you. We can do the flowers another time."

Lucas's eyes softened at her words, a small smile tugging at his lips. He rolled them over, pressing her into the mattress.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips. His movements were slow and deliberate as if savoring every moment and every touch. His hand slid under her shirt, fingers grazing her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Amy's breath hitched, her back arching into his touch. She felt his lips travel down her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses, each one igniting a spark of heat.

Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the play of muscles under his shirt and the warmth of

his skin.

They both froze when someone knocked on the door, followed by Tom's request for Lucas to

see him for a bit.

Lucas grinned at her. "I guess it won't happen today," he said with a wink as he pulled away from her. He laughed as Amy groaned and kicked the air in frustration.

Lucas smiled, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You've waited so long; you can wait a little more," he said, kissing her forehead before getting off the bed.

Amy sighed and scowled at Lucas, who was adjusting his trousers so his boner wouldn't be

visible.

"I need a cold shower," she said, making Lucas laugh as he walked out of the room to meet

Tom.

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