Stranger Danger~! [Aquafire]

I don't grin or laugh. I just do as she asks. I pull her body into mine, locking our lips together, deeper this time. I'm unfamiliar with the waves of joy that rack my body right now. They feel so good, and I hate them for that. I don't want to feel love. I don't want to throw myself down that hole. At least not now. So I shove the feelings away and let lust take over. Just enough to make me want to kiss her, rather than the unspeakable things that sometimes form inside me. I could just attack right now, but with the things I'm learning about myself, I'm not sure how I would feel about that.

I have a feeling that Phoebe is feeling the same as I am. Not just because she wanted me to kiss her again, but because I feel her smile lightly into the kiss and I feel her muscles tense slightly against me. I pull away, which has no effect on the butterflies currently assaulting my stomach. I bite my lip, unsuccessfully supressing the smile that has grown on my face. I feel the heat rush to my face, making a blush adorn my cheeks. Desperate to hide it, I kiss the right side of her jaw, sucking ever so gently. In between kisses, I let my cool breath tickle the small moist spots, sure to give her the chills. I allow my lips to travel down to her neck, and I'm having to hunch over slightly to reach. I kiss the crook of her neck once, twice, several times as the heat continues to build in various parts of my body. I vaguely wonder what I'm doing, and whether or not Phoebe is freaking out.

I suddenly feel Phoebe's muscles tense up, and she pushes my away by my chest. "That's enough, Riker," she says sternly. I hadn't realized I was going too far or anything... I don't know, maybe neck is just too much for her.

I frown slightly. "S-sorry. I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable," I apologize. I feel like my eyes are showing pain right now, and I feel my cheeks get hot in embarrassment. I probably just screwed everything up.

The loud smack of a hand against a cheek. My cheek. My head is forced to turn from the impact, and I look at the ground next to me for a moment, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I look at Phoebe in disbelief. Did she seriously just slap me? I feel the rage build inside me for the first time today. It's not an unfamiliar emotion - in fact it's almost a dear friend. I can't fight it as I slowly step closer to her. "Good grief, Riker, I didn't mean to do that," she says apologetically. Too late.

A fist in the jaw can do a lot more than a palm to the face.