Sage ? Carl Grimes

{Give You What You Like by Avril Lavigne}

Sage

There was something in the way Carl gleamed into my eyes that casted me a foreign feeling. His hands cupped my cheeks and I felt his eager breaths brush across my face. I stared up at his misleading, blue eyes and tried to read their origins. But all I could see and all I could feel was numb.

My ears pumped my heartbeat and I could feel such rapacity pulsate. I had to catch on my own breath as I stared at such a stranger to me. I felt guilty for wanting him.

"Please..." Carl begged. Our faces were only a few inches apart, and his voice cracked. "I know you're in a lot of pain, but so am I. And I just need to feel something-"

I coddled the back of his neck with my hands and got on my toes. I was the one to steal his lips into a kiss. I was the one who silenced his rambling on words. I was the one who agreed to such a filthy opportunity; but I was overwhelmed with guilt. The guilt of death, the burdens of the past. I pushed my lips onto Carl's, not thinking of the post consequences.

I slowly learned how to kiss as Carl taught me. Our connection grew deeper and more heated; but both he and I were inexperienced and were supporting each other through our greed.

Carl spun us around, pushing my back into the countertop. My head ran into a few cupboards and I could feel a knot expand. Carl subsided any pain or grief by bobbing his head with mine; pushing it to a more heated field...fast.

My arms were slung around his neck and his were gripping my waist. Carl didn't know what to do with his hands. I didn't know what would happen next. We were stupid.

Carl pulled back, gasping for air. I breathed out, my breaths quivering.

"Are you...okay, with this?" Carl asked slowly. I watched his neck as he swallowed down hard, panting against my face. "No one's making you, love..."

"Again, shut up," I repeated my phrase from our first kiss, breaking a smile. "Don't make it weird, okay? Please...I need this. We need this. Let's just-"

It was his temptations and my approval that aided him. Carl scooped my lips into his again, learning the concept.

I tried to keep up with him; he was just so eager and ready. The kiss got deeper and much more sloppier. I loved it, though: the need he held towards me. Whether it was just the sex or more to him, I wasn't going to back out then.

Carl tested my temptations by pulling back and kissing my lower lip. He left soft kisses on the bottom one, and whenever I leaned forward to kiss him fully, he denied and used my hormones and readiness against me. His kisses were soft and airy; but I needed more.

He breathed inside my mouth. I felt his curious tongue swipe over my bottom lip again. I moaned slightly and this time I did not deny his need. He entered my mouth and used it wisely.

Carl's hand slipped up my shirt, his fingers creating a teasing trail. The warmth of his touch had me crazy for him, and I gurgled a foreign moan.

His lips detached from mine and began to pick at my jawline. It was at the base; he used his teeth to grasp onto the skin and swirled his tongue in at the right times. Carl bit down until it hurt; but the kisses he planted afterwards healed my lovely wounds.

He started down my neck, leaving love bites and kisses. Carl marked where he belonged on the sensitive skin to my neck, and I tilted my head and let him.

"Not...not here," Carl breathed.

He sat me up on the countertop, aligning his body between my legs. I laced my legs around his waist and felt his large hands grip my upper thighs. Carl's lips didn't leave mine as he helped me wrap my arms around the back his neck. He bobbed his head as he lifted me up; attached to his torso.