One Wild Night

Chapter 957: Take Charge?



After spending some time catching up with Lucas's parents, Amy and Lucas retired to his bedroom, aiming to grab a little rest before their planned visit to Amy's mom.

The house was quiet, save for the occasional creaks that seemed to follow the natural rhythm of the day. Outside, birds chirped lazily, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, filling the room with a sense of calm.

On the bed, Lucas lay on his side, his arm draped gently over Amy's waist, pulling her closer until her back rested against his chest.

It was their first time lying so close together, a quiet intimacy that had built up over weeks of deep conversations, pure friendship, and genuine laughter.

Despite the room's coolness and Lucas's soothing breathing rhythm, Amy felt hot and restless.

She was acutely aware of every point of contact between them- his arm around her waist, his breath against her neck, the press of his body along the length of hers.

The sensation sent tiny electric sparks dancing along her skin, and she couldn't help but squirm a little, trying to find a more comfortable position.

Lucas noticed the movement, and his lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "Why squirmest thou?"

The scent of her hair, a mix of shampoo and something uniquely Amy, filled his senses, grounding him in this quiet moment.

"The room feels hot," Amy said, and Lucas chuckled.

"The room is not hot; it is you who is on heat," he joked, and she jabbed her elbow in his side, making him chuckle.

"I'm serious," she said, moving closer to Lucas.

Lucas smiled as he tightened his hold on her just a fraction, his thumb making slow, lazy circles on her hip. He dipped his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of her neck, and he felt her shiver in response.

"How can you shiver when you're hot?" Lucas murmured against her skin, his voice low and husky.

Amy's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed. "I have no idea."

His hand traveled up her arm, the touch light as a feather, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "I think if the room is hot, I should give you room...."

"Don't move an inch," she warned, and he chuckled.

"It feels nice to be held like this. I think... I think I might just be a cuddle person." She laughed softly, the sound a little breathless.

Lucas chuckled, his chest vibrating against her back. "I bet you are," he said, his voice teasing yet filled with affection. "I had a feeling."

They lay in silence for a while, just enjoying the closeness. Lucas's fingers traced idle patterns on Amy's arm, and she felt herself relax into the touch. The earlier restlessness began to fade, replaced by a contented warmth that spread from where they touched. The tension that had coiled in her muscles slowly unraveled, and she let out a soft sigh, sinking deeper into the mattress.

After a while, Lucas spoke, his voice a gentle murmur against her ear. "You're no longer feeling hot, huh?" He asked, and she grinned even though she had her back to him.

"You cooled me up," she joked without opening her eyes.

Lucas chuckled. "Have you told your mom we are coming?"

Amy's eyes snapped open, and she turned her head slightly to look at him, realizing she hadn't thought to inform her mom about their visit. "Not yet," she admitted. "I guess I got distracted."

Lucas's lips quirked into a smile. "Understandable," he said, pressing another kiss to her shoulder. "But maybe you should give her a call and let her know we're coming. Wouldn't want her to surprise you by not being at home."

Amy nodded, feeling a twinge of nervousness. She last saw her mom during Miley's funeral. The thought brought a familiar ache to her chest, and she swallowed hard, trying to push the sorrow away.

She sat up slowly, feeling Lucas's hand slide off her waist as she reached for her phone on the nightstand.

Lucas propped himself up on one elbow, watching her with a gentle smile. "Don't worry," he said softly. "It's okay if going home makes you miss Miley," he said, understanding that she was probably thinking of that.

Amy nodded, taking a deep breath before dialing her mom's number. She held the phone to her ear, the dial tone filling the silence as she waited. It rang a few times before her mother's warm, slightly breathless voice came through.

"Amy, sweetheart! Is everything okay?"

Amy smiled, the sound of her mom's voice easing the knot of tension in her chest. "Hi, Mom. Yes, everything's fine. I was just calling to let you know that I'm in Heden. I dropped by for an event, so I'm coming over briefly today... and I'm bringing someone with me."

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a delighted laugh. "Really? Oh, that's wonderful! Who's coming with you?"

"It's Lucas," Amy said, glancing over her shoulder at him. He was still watching her, his eyes soft with affection. "You remember Lucas, right? Dr Perry. He was at the funeral."

Her mom's voice brightened even more. "Of course, I remember Lucas! How could I forget? He was so kind to us. Mrs Garwood will be thrilled to see him, too. When will you be here?"

Amy felt a swell of warmth in her chest at her mom's words. "We'll be there in a couple of hours. I wanted to make sure you'd be home."

"I'll be here, sweetheart. I can't wait to see you both. Does he have a sweet tooth?" she asked,

and Amy giggled.

"Yeah. He does."

"Good. I'll bake him something nice. I'm glad you pre-informed me of your visit."

"You don't need to go through all that trouble..."

"It's no trouble. And I hope you're coming together because something is going on between

you..."

"Love, Mom. See you soon," Amy cut her mother off quickly and hung up.

"What did she say?" Lucas asked as she turned back to face him.

"She's excited. She said Miley's mom would be happy to see you, too. And she plans to bake

you something really sweet," she said, and he grinned.

"My girlfriend's Mom wants to spoil me," he joked, and she giggled as she set her phone aside and lay back down, facing him.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as their eyes met, and something shifted in the air between them, a silent understanding passing without words.

Lucas's hand found her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin in a tender caress. "I'm really glad you're here, Amy," he said softly. "It's nice to just... be with you."

Amy's heart fluttered at his words, her pulse quickening as his hand moved to cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer. She could see the desire in his eyes, mirroring her own.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she pressed closer, her hands sliding up his chest. Lucas's hand tightened on her neck, his other arm wrapping around her waist to pull her against him. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more desperate. Amy's fingers tangled in his hair, her body arching into his as the heat between them ignited. She could feel his heart beating fast against her, matching the frantic pulse of her own.

The weight of his body above hers felt grounding, holding her in the moment. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the rise of her boobs-the curve of her waist, and the dip of her hip. Amy gasped against his mouth, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him

closer.

Lucas pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. "Amy," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "We need to stop."

"No. Why?" She asked, her eyes glazed with desire.

Lucas shook his head, "This isn't the kind of experience I want you to have for your first time.

I want it to be more special," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

"And who says this isn't special?" she asked, and Lucas smiled.

"This is too ordinary..."

"Don't tell me you want to get me flowers, decorate the walkway and bed with rose petals and

stuff?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah. Something like that," he said, and she shook her head.

"Not everyone needs stuff like that," she said, and Lucas nodded.

"Sure. But you're not just anyone. You didn't wait this long to just..."

"Lucas, please shut up," Amy said as she rolled over and got on top of him, "I'm going to take charge if you won't," she threatened, and he chuckled.

"Take charge? Like you know what to do," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

"I might not have done it in practice, but trust me, I've done a lot of reading and seen my fair share of X-rated movies. I'm not a blushing virgin. I know my way around a man's body," she said, and Lucas chuckled as he watched her cheeks flush red even as she spoke. "Yeah. You're not a blushing virgin. You're a very experienced one," he said as he lay still and

watched her.

"You know what I don't like about us right now?" she asked, and Lucas shook his head.

"I don't like that we talk about everything so naturally. For Christ's sake, Luca, we should be doing something, not talking," she said, and Lucas chuckled.

"What? You're really going to let me take charge?" she asked in disbelief, and he laughed.

"Yes."

"But if I do it myself, wouldn't that mean I deflowered myself?" she asked, pouting, and he

chuckled.

"Are you sure you want to do it here? Now?" He asked, and she nodded, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of want and reassurance.

"Yes," she whispered. "I want this... I want you. We can do the flowers another time."

Lucas's eyes softened at her words, a small smile tugging at his lips. He rolled them over, pressing her into the mattress.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips. His movements were slow and deliberate as if savoring every moment and every touch. His hand slid under her shirt, fingers grazing her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Amy's breath hitched, her back arching into his touch. She felt his lips travel down her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses, each one igniting a spark of heat.

Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the play of muscles under his shirt and the warmth of

his skin.

They both froze when someone knocked on the door, followed by Tom's request for Lucas to

see him for a bit.

Lucas grinned at her. "I guess it won't happen today," he said with a wink as he pulled away from her. He laughed as Amy groaned and kicked the air in frustration.

Lucas smiled, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You've waited so long; you can wait a little more," he said, kissing her forehead before getting off the bed.

Amy sighed and scowled at Lucas, who was adjusting his trousers so his boner wouldn't be

visible.

"I need a cold shower," she said, making Lucas laugh as he walked out of the room to meet

Tom.