[This is a story I wrote for my boyfriend Alex for Valentine's Day. We were long-distance, so this story represented what I *imagined* would happen if we ever met up. Oh, it's also my first story, so please be harshly critical ;) I want to improve as a writer.]
I was lying on my bed, typing out a math set, my face slightly flushed; you were leaning on me, your cheek against mine, your back against my chest. You were reading some book on complex analysis. You finished a chapter and looked up at me with imploring eyes. I turned to you, pressed my lips to yours, and smiled. "You're adorable when you're trying to figure something out," I whispered. My tongue brushed against yours; you pressed deeper, turning slightly red. You felt something down there, and I knew it...
A voice echoed from a far corner of my mind..."Get a freakin' room." It was my rather prudish roommate, who was raised Catholic and wanted nothing to do with sex or romance...or maybe she was just jealous.
"Fine then." I climbed down the bed and stood below you -- you rolled off the bed and into my outstretched arms. I set you down; your arm slipped around my waist, and we closed the door behind us...
"Don't worry. I know the perfect place."
I led you down the stone stairs and along a green-carpeted hall. I pushed against the door, letting cold air into the alley. You shivered slightly. You were skinny, and didn't like the cold...I took off my oversize green sweatshirt and pulled it down your neck. It was slightly big on you, reaching down to your crotch, the hoodie masking your gorgeous dark eyes. It felt like a warm, squishy green hug...
We walked down another flight of stairs, and arrived at a pair of wooden double-doors...I pulled out my key, turned it, and we entered a disorganized, musty-smelling library, plastered from floor to ceiling with science-fiction books. A brown leather couch, half-covered with stacks of paper, occupied the center of the room. There was only space for one person, but you were small enough to fit on my lap...
