The Written Tapestry

Drew paused the game and put the controller down. She clearly made it personal. "A weak little boy? You're playin' with fire girlie!" He squeezed her tight and lifted her up onto his lap. "I'd like to see you try to escape!" He playfully kept his vice grip on her as he used his legs to lock hers in place.

Tasha yelped in surprise when he squeezed and lifted her onto his lap, flailing for a split second before her legs were locked into place. Well fuck, there went her ticket out of this. Growling, she tried her hardest to break his hold on his arms, but that would get her nowhere. Dem muscles were just too girly. "Not fair! I wasn't ready! Mulligan! I demand a mulligan!"

Drew leaned back in the futon, pulling her back with him and laughing the whole time. He let go of her legs so she would most likely fall facing him, if she let it happen. "Ohhh no! We're not playin' golf right now, no second chances!" He stared up at her with that apparently sexy smile of his.

Tasha outright screamed when she fell with him. She landed against him and rolled instinctively onto her stomach...then realized...she had...landed...against...him. Oh boy. Blinking down at him, her eyes quickly averted, the redness in her face all too apparent at this distance. Stupid hair was failing it's only mission. Totally fired. "...I don't play golf." GOOD SAVE! Her breathing seemed to cease entirely as he smiled up at her.

Drew continued his smile before he spoke again. "Then I guess you're stuck to me." He just kind of layed there, though at first he was just getting her back for her little stunt awhile ago, he was enjoying this little bit of closeness. He took off his hat and tossed it on the futon so he could lay his head back comfortably.

Tasha was silent and completely motionless. Awkward didn't begin to describe her right then. Watching him toss his hat aside and lay his head back, she looked around from the corners of her eyes. Well...what the hell, right? Finally relaxing...to the point of only being stiff as a board, she laid her head on his chest, her face burning bright red still.

Drew looked up at the ceiling and sighed. He hesitantly placed one hand on her head and began stroking her hair gently. He couldn't help but take in that cherry blossom scent she had, letting out an audible but very soft moan. "So are you seein' anyone right now, Tasha? I know, completely random, but yeah, I'm curious." Straight and to the point this one was!

Tasha reddened further if that was possible when his hand began stroking her hair. That totally wasn't a thing for her at all, nope. Closing her eyes, she listened closely to the sound of his voice rumbling in his chest, all too pleased with the feel of him against her cheek. At his question though, her eyes popped open. Random...and curious, indeed. "...no..." Well there went her brain going a billion miles per hour.

Drew smiled at her answer. "Oh. Well that's cool." Clearly a suave gentleman. He kept his fingers running through her hair as he listened to the sound of her breathing mixing with his own. "I'm not either, if you were wonderin'...or cared. I dunno." He sighed and moved to find a free hand of hers to grasp.

Tasha held back a giggle at his response, hiding her smile against his chest. Peering up at him cautiously, her smile grew at his own statement of being single. "...cool." When his hand found her's, her eyes widened slightly. He'd likely feel her heart leap in her chest and the sudden intake of breath, her own hand shakily greeting his.

Drew 's own heart skipped a beat when he finally held her hand. Stifling a chuckle at her nonchalant answer. "So I had this crazy idea..." He twirled her hair between his fingers playfully. "I think you're pretty awesome...plus you play video games...and you're cute." He paused, trying to not sound completely stupid. "So uhm...you wanna go out?" He looked down at her to see her reaction, hoping she wasn't going to jump right off of him.

Tasha felt that, and wow was that a surprise. A small shudder ran through her as his fingers played more openly with her hair, and she tucked her face down further to avoid looking at his reaction to what she was sure he probably noticed. "...idea?" She listened with baited breath and fell silent for a long...loooooong time when he finally asked his question. Biting her lip, with still shaking fingers she caressed the palm of his hand. "...sure...we could do that. You're...pretty awesome too...and kinda cute I guess." Understatement of the year.

Drew smiled wide at her answer. "Awesome!" He quickly pushed both himself and her up from the futon, she would either be straddling him or sitting sideways on his lap. He kept his arms around her, his face beaming from the entire moment. "So does that mean I can kiss you? Cause that would be pretty awesome..."

Tasha was just a tiny bit flustered when he pushed them both back up...considering her legs were now...around...his...hi there. Looking into his eyes when she could find no other scape goat, she did her best not to grin like an idiot or blush as red as a berry. "Um...that...could be awesome." There was that whole not breathing thing again.

Drew bounced excitedly at her response. "Awesome!" They sure say that a lot. He moved his hands up to her face and cupped her cheeks. Slowly, he moved his lips towards hers and closed his eyes. As their lips connected for the first time, his heart skipped a few beats...and butterflies just exploded everywhere in his stomach. He held on to her lips as long as he could.

Tasha lit up like a christmas tree the second his hands cupped her cheeks, her eyes lowering to her lap. When his lips found her's they finally closed. The tension in her body slowly relaxed as she melted against him, her hands still quite shakily finding their way to his shoulders to hold onto him tightly. The pit of her stomach felt hollow, and a sudden gust of wind kicked up inside of it. Fuck butterflies, this bitch had a tornado. His kiss was returned, but perhaps a bit more timidly than he might have expected. Soft and warm, but far from passionate. Her bravado was fucking destroyed.

Drew pushed his lips against hers a little more. Parting for a moment in the hopes that she would do the same. His hands fell from her cheeks and rested around her waist, getting completely lost in the moment they were sharing. As awkward as it may have been, be felt completely comfortable with her. Though he didn't want to blow it by trying anything too risky.

Tasha squeezed his shoulders tightly as he kissed her with just a touch more force. She didn't want to let go, that was for certain. Feeling just a small boost of that dying bravado, she did in fact part her lips just long enough to gently tug at his bottom lip. The second his hands rested at her waist, her hips rolled slowly to grind against him. Apparently she hadn't even expected that, because she stiffened the moment she'd done it.

Drew was surprised by her sudden bravado as her lips parted, giggling slightly as she bit his lower lip. A sharp gasp left him as she rolled her hips against him. He clearly wasn't prepared for that, but nevertheless it aroused him immensely. It making itself apparent rather quickly. He felt slightly embarrassed but decided to keep his mouth shut. His lips continued to search for hers.

Tasha shuddered when she heard him gasp, her hips rolling again of their own accord. Little sounds like that tended to make her into a puppet of a special kind. But this time, something connected. Her body tensed at the feeling of his arousal against her, a surprised sound escaping her before she could silence it. Breaking the kiss, she kept her eyes closed, not quite wanting to make eye contact just yet. She simply rested her forehead against his, the tension thick in the air, at least for her.