Wade & Ren

 

"You're killing me, you know that?" Wade presses his lips tight. He can hardly stand this. Why is she like this? "Why do you have to be so goddamn honest?"

He looks Ren in the eye. Of course, he envies Blackie. Yeah, he's sticking with Blackie, because Jared must be a fake. 

"I just..I just want you.." Her words are like molasses as her thigh sticks to his thigh in the heat of her room. "I want you to know what you're getting into."

Wade hates to tell her that he hasn't a clue what he's getting into, but he's pretty sure she knows. She knows what a sheltered life he's lived and it still doesn't matter. He's human and as noble as he's tried to be.... He wants it like everyone else. Except with her. 

"Why can't we do it in the river?" Can't she be adventurous? It's been epic so far. They deserve to do it in the river. Of course, he can't say intercourse. He just can't. And FUCK is not in his vocabulary because it wouldn't be that with Ren. People don't talk like that, do they? He asks himself while he silently looks at Ren who looks as if he's asking the unthinkable. "It would be a lot like a spiritual wedding."

"We have a bed," she looks back at it. They are sitting in the corner of it, near the fan as it blows a slight breeze.

"I have to do it in nature." Wade shrugs.

"Like the shack?" She looks at him as if that is a possibility.

"But..but my parents might find out," he sighs as if that would be so wrong.

"Yes, they've thought you'd be a priest all along," she looks a little sad.

"My parents aren't religious," Wade scowls, realizing he doesn't have much on and neither does she. He rubs his eyes with his fingertips, wondering why can't he just do the deed. He's in a pout. This is all her doing. "You just want to keep me in grief."

"Grief?" She kind of snarls her nose and he thinks it's cute. He likes being this close to her. Seeing the green in her blue eyes. Her collarbone is far sexier than he thought.

"I don't want to be thinking about him," he tells her he hates Blackie or is it Jared? "Do you think Jared would be better than Blackie?"

"I don't know," she says. "I don't care, either way."

Wade nods. Maybe she's not thinking of them now.

"We don't have to do anything," she shrugs.

"You are just depriving me," he snaps. 

She reaches for him and kisses him on the corner of his lip as if it might be a nudge in the right direction. Suddenly, it's as if an alarm went off. He kisses her back as if it's the start of a dream, but her mouth says she's in no hurry. It's as if she'll guide him if he'll only let her.

True, in the depths of him he wants to make her his, but he knows it's the other way around and he'll have to master the kiss. In spite the notion this might take weeks, he's up for it.