There was a certain amount of déjà vu about the scene. Perhaps it was because it was going to lead to a similar outcome or perhaps it was because the lovers were teetering on the edge of friendship and love, falling from the former into the latter with every action that was very clearly not platonic. Yet, it had been this way for a long time. For what felt like an age, it had not been platonic between them. Beneath every action there was a desire for something more, the desire to touch in a way that was not stunted or stifled by the need to keep things as friends. For what felt like a lifetime, Millie had just wanted him to touch her, to actually feel her. Friends did not know each other’s bodies in the same intimate way that lover’s did.
Let us consider this without the ramifications of sex, for one moment. Trent could claim to know Millie’s bosom from the way it presses against his own during an embrace yet he would not know the intricacies of the fleshy mounds atop her chest from cuddling. No, he would have to set eye on the creamy flesh and trace his fingers from the porcelain base to the pink crests that topped both before he could claim true knowledge of them. There were things lovers knew better even in the most innocent of senses. It was for that reason that to maintain the facade of friendship would be an impossible endeavour. It was for that reason that this was always inevitable, that this was always going to be the result; and as Millie landed on the bed with Trent, her knees moving either side of his body in order to brace herself, she realised that yes, it was always going to be this way. It was always going to happen in this manner. It was just a case of whether or not it stuck.
The boy was shy, always had been. He was not a chicken but at the same time he was not a feisty lion that his Gryffindor prowess demanded him to be. No, that was Millie. It was for that reason that without any qualms she seized Trent’s face in her hands and crashed her lips against his, reaffirming the connection to him that she had wanted so badly. She brought herself closer to him instinctively, no longer caring even the smidgen she did care about the fact that they wore nothing but the skin on their bodies that served as barriers or protection. Millie’s fingers laced through Trent’s hair but teasingly she soon pulled back, leaving him alone and moving back to sit on his stomach, her hands coming to rest on his chest as she looked at him, raising an eyebrow at him and mentally tossing the tennis ball in his court.
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