Night of Innocence
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G through L › Kyle XY
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,219
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Kyle XY, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Night of Innocence
~Author's Note~
I am writing this for a couple of reasons. The part where Kyle and Amanda sleep with each other is just too tempting to pass up. The other reason is that there are absolutely no m/f stories in the kyle xy section! In this two part story I want to stress the fact that they are both two young and in love teenagers who are experiencing their first times together, so yes it will be a little corny in some areas. I just think it's the right way to go. If you like the story so far, please rate it and leave a comment, I'll get the final part up faster that way. Enjoy the story!
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I can’t sleep. Maybe it’s due to my increased heartrate, or maybe it’s on account of the girl I love sleeping peacefully against me. I can feel her rhythmic, steady breathing against my bare chest, and I unconsciously hold her closer to me. I’m so used to seeing and sensing her during the day, that I never knew she could feel so differently when she slept at night. Although I have felt her sleep, the combination of physical, biological, and mental peacefulness coming from her body is definitely a new experience.
A person is most vulnerable when they sleep, and knowing that Amanda fell asleep so effortlessly in my arms gives me a weird feeling of contentment. As long as she is with me, she will never come to any physical harm, and while I can’t protect her from mental or emotional harm, I can do something about easing it away. She knows that I suppose. Her shifting form tears me from my thoughts, and I look down at her face, the smile that appeared so suddenly on her lips making me smile as well.
Her heart is still moving at the same pace, and her eyes are closed. A dream perhaps? Some of her hair falls across her face, and without even knowing why I move my hand forward and push it out of the way. For some reason I don’t want her face obstructed from my gaze, and my hand brushes softly against her cheek. She shifts again and presses closer to me, and it is only then that I notice how intimate we look in our current position.
Her right leg is resting between mine, and her body is pressed against my side, with her head resting on my chest beside one of her hands. I’ve hugged her countless times, and I’ve kissed her not nearly enough, but this feels much better than that. Suddenly, the strange serenity I find in this tub is enhanced by the serenity, and sometimes embarrassment, I feel with her. Nothing in the world can make this feel any more perfect.
“Kyle...”
Did she just whisper my name in her sleep? Ok, I stand corrected, and that doesn’t happen very often. A smile spreads across my lips, and I gently kiss her forehead, trying my hardest not to wake her up. I know I should sleep, but my body just isn’t obeying me. I struggle to get it to calm down, to numb myself to the feeling of her body against mine, but this is one of the few times my body refuses to follow my commands.
Considering who I’m trying to get out of my mind, I guess it’s not too unusual that I can’t do it. Ever since the first time I saw her; she’s been on my mind, like an incessant thought that won’t go away because I don’t want it to go away. Her body presses closer to mine, and her leg moves up just far enough to press that spot between my legs. I let out a startled gasp at the feeling, I feel it just a second before Amanda opens her eyes.
“Kyle?” She says, her voice sleepy, and rubs the drowsiness out of her eyes. “Is everything all right?”
I struggle to find the words, and I know I must look rather strange opening and closing my mouth repeatedly, but apparently I don’t need to explain anything, because she gets all the feeling back in her body, and looks down to see what her leg is currently pressed against. Hmm, there’s that strange coloring of her cheeks again. I wonder why.
“Oh God, I’m sorry!” She swiftly moves her leg away from that spot, and I feel a wave of relief, and some kind of odd disappointment.
She looks up at me and suddenly starts imitating my response to her previous question. I’m not sure why, but it looks extremely cute. I can feel her heart beating rapidly, and I wonder if the increased heart rate and the color change in her cheeks are related. I’m naive about many things, but I do know why she’s embarrassed, and it only takes a few minutes before she decides that words just aren’t going to work.
She seems to realize how intimately we’re pressed against each other, and her entire body warms against mine. The most warmth comes from her eyes though, like twin fires burning straight through me and turning me into ash. Only the rational part of my brain objects when I lean down and press my lips against hers. She seems to tense up for a moment, and I worry I might have gone too far, but when she responds to the kiss my entire body burns with satisfaction.
Just like every other time we’ve kissed, fire and cold spread through my body at an alarming rate, completely hindering my thought process. Laying together, our bodies can’t resist responding to each other, and when she presses closer to me, I press closer to her. Common sense and reason why within my mind but I don’t care, I raise my left hand to her cheek and pull gently into the kiss, drawing out a soft gasp from her that I’ve never heard before, but definitely wish to hear again.
I do my best to read her emotions, making sure to stop the moment she wants me too, but all I feel are the same warring emotions in her own mind. Both of our rational minds tell us to stop, but everything else tells us to continue. In our minds, majority seems to rule. I know about this stuff, I’ve read all about it, in anticipation for the day when Amanda, and I might end up having sex. I studied on it mostly because Josh said it could be a bit painful for a girl during her first time, and I tried to find ways not to cause her pain.
When her lips part from mine, I can’t stop the small whimper of protest that she tears from me, causing her cheeks to turn an even darker shade of pink, and I can feel my own cheeks burn in turn.
“Kyle,” She whispers, and I read her emotions carefully.
I can tell she wants to kiss me again, she’s dying for it just as much as I am, and for a moment she bends down to continue but stops herself again. I look into that fire in her eyes and realize whatever she wants to say is important.
“If you’re not ready for this, I understand.” I say to her, and I really mean it. I could stop all of this immediately without a problem. Her responding smile makes my heart beat faster. She looks so beautiful in the darkness of the room, with the moonlight shining on her delicate features. It gives her a kind of surreal beauty that kills me a bit inside each second she isn’t kissing me. Nevertheless, I can endure it. I can endure anything for her.
“I just think we should talk about this first, just to be sure.” She says and I nod. She pulls her body, really reluctantly I can feel, away from mine, and I sit up and cross my legs, allowing her to sit at the other side of the tub, creating a familiar talking position for us. Being in such a familiar position helps calm my body down, and we look at each other for several minutes without saying a word. That’s ok, I can wait.
“I’ve never gone beyond this point before,” She says and looks down, suddenly finding her pants very interesting. I smile and reply, “Neither have I. This is all very new to me.” She looks back up at my face and upon seeing my smile, she returns it.
“I was ready before, but since my breakup, I’ve been in limbo about it. You haven’t been insistent and you’ve given me the time I need. It’s difficult to believe that I found the perfect guy so early in my life, and only had to go through one guy that wasn’t for me.” I reach my hand forward and take one of hers, squeezing it gently.
She looks up at me and her eyes turn serious. “Are you ready, Kyle?” She asks and I don’t even hesitate with my reply. “I’m ready whenever you are, Amanda. Not one second before.” I can feel the happiness spread through her, and she kisses the palm of my hand. She seems to have some inner struggle for a few moments until she suddenly comes to a decision. Looking back up at me, that cute pink color returns to her cheeks.
“I’m ready.”
I am writing this for a couple of reasons. The part where Kyle and Amanda sleep with each other is just too tempting to pass up. The other reason is that there are absolutely no m/f stories in the kyle xy section! In this two part story I want to stress the fact that they are both two young and in love teenagers who are experiencing their first times together, so yes it will be a little corny in some areas. I just think it's the right way to go. If you like the story so far, please rate it and leave a comment, I'll get the final part up faster that way. Enjoy the story!
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I can’t sleep. Maybe it’s due to my increased heartrate, or maybe it’s on account of the girl I love sleeping peacefully against me. I can feel her rhythmic, steady breathing against my bare chest, and I unconsciously hold her closer to me. I’m so used to seeing and sensing her during the day, that I never knew she could feel so differently when she slept at night. Although I have felt her sleep, the combination of physical, biological, and mental peacefulness coming from her body is definitely a new experience.
A person is most vulnerable when they sleep, and knowing that Amanda fell asleep so effortlessly in my arms gives me a weird feeling of contentment. As long as she is with me, she will never come to any physical harm, and while I can’t protect her from mental or emotional harm, I can do something about easing it away. She knows that I suppose. Her shifting form tears me from my thoughts, and I look down at her face, the smile that appeared so suddenly on her lips making me smile as well.
Her heart is still moving at the same pace, and her eyes are closed. A dream perhaps? Some of her hair falls across her face, and without even knowing why I move my hand forward and push it out of the way. For some reason I don’t want her face obstructed from my gaze, and my hand brushes softly against her cheek. She shifts again and presses closer to me, and it is only then that I notice how intimate we look in our current position.
Her right leg is resting between mine, and her body is pressed against my side, with her head resting on my chest beside one of her hands. I’ve hugged her countless times, and I’ve kissed her not nearly enough, but this feels much better than that. Suddenly, the strange serenity I find in this tub is enhanced by the serenity, and sometimes embarrassment, I feel with her. Nothing in the world can make this feel any more perfect.
“Kyle...”
Did she just whisper my name in her sleep? Ok, I stand corrected, and that doesn’t happen very often. A smile spreads across my lips, and I gently kiss her forehead, trying my hardest not to wake her up. I know I should sleep, but my body just isn’t obeying me. I struggle to get it to calm down, to numb myself to the feeling of her body against mine, but this is one of the few times my body refuses to follow my commands.
Considering who I’m trying to get out of my mind, I guess it’s not too unusual that I can’t do it. Ever since the first time I saw her; she’s been on my mind, like an incessant thought that won’t go away because I don’t want it to go away. Her body presses closer to mine, and her leg moves up just far enough to press that spot between my legs. I let out a startled gasp at the feeling, I feel it just a second before Amanda opens her eyes.
“Kyle?” She says, her voice sleepy, and rubs the drowsiness out of her eyes. “Is everything all right?”
I struggle to find the words, and I know I must look rather strange opening and closing my mouth repeatedly, but apparently I don’t need to explain anything, because she gets all the feeling back in her body, and looks down to see what her leg is currently pressed against. Hmm, there’s that strange coloring of her cheeks again. I wonder why.
“Oh God, I’m sorry!” She swiftly moves her leg away from that spot, and I feel a wave of relief, and some kind of odd disappointment.
She looks up at me and suddenly starts imitating my response to her previous question. I’m not sure why, but it looks extremely cute. I can feel her heart beating rapidly, and I wonder if the increased heart rate and the color change in her cheeks are related. I’m naive about many things, but I do know why she’s embarrassed, and it only takes a few minutes before she decides that words just aren’t going to work.
She seems to realize how intimately we’re pressed against each other, and her entire body warms against mine. The most warmth comes from her eyes though, like twin fires burning straight through me and turning me into ash. Only the rational part of my brain objects when I lean down and press my lips against hers. She seems to tense up for a moment, and I worry I might have gone too far, but when she responds to the kiss my entire body burns with satisfaction.
Just like every other time we’ve kissed, fire and cold spread through my body at an alarming rate, completely hindering my thought process. Laying together, our bodies can’t resist responding to each other, and when she presses closer to me, I press closer to her. Common sense and reason why within my mind but I don’t care, I raise my left hand to her cheek and pull gently into the kiss, drawing out a soft gasp from her that I’ve never heard before, but definitely wish to hear again.
I do my best to read her emotions, making sure to stop the moment she wants me too, but all I feel are the same warring emotions in her own mind. Both of our rational minds tell us to stop, but everything else tells us to continue. In our minds, majority seems to rule. I know about this stuff, I’ve read all about it, in anticipation for the day when Amanda, and I might end up having sex. I studied on it mostly because Josh said it could be a bit painful for a girl during her first time, and I tried to find ways not to cause her pain.
When her lips part from mine, I can’t stop the small whimper of protest that she tears from me, causing her cheeks to turn an even darker shade of pink, and I can feel my own cheeks burn in turn.
“Kyle,” She whispers, and I read her emotions carefully.
I can tell she wants to kiss me again, she’s dying for it just as much as I am, and for a moment she bends down to continue but stops herself again. I look into that fire in her eyes and realize whatever she wants to say is important.
“If you’re not ready for this, I understand.” I say to her, and I really mean it. I could stop all of this immediately without a problem. Her responding smile makes my heart beat faster. She looks so beautiful in the darkness of the room, with the moonlight shining on her delicate features. It gives her a kind of surreal beauty that kills me a bit inside each second she isn’t kissing me. Nevertheless, I can endure it. I can endure anything for her.
“I just think we should talk about this first, just to be sure.” She says and I nod. She pulls her body, really reluctantly I can feel, away from mine, and I sit up and cross my legs, allowing her to sit at the other side of the tub, creating a familiar talking position for us. Being in such a familiar position helps calm my body down, and we look at each other for several minutes without saying a word. That’s ok, I can wait.
“I’ve never gone beyond this point before,” She says and looks down, suddenly finding her pants very interesting. I smile and reply, “Neither have I. This is all very new to me.” She looks back up at my face and upon seeing my smile, she returns it.
“I was ready before, but since my breakup, I’ve been in limbo about it. You haven’t been insistent and you’ve given me the time I need. It’s difficult to believe that I found the perfect guy so early in my life, and only had to go through one guy that wasn’t for me.” I reach my hand forward and take one of hers, squeezing it gently.
She looks up at me and her eyes turn serious. “Are you ready, Kyle?” She asks and I don’t even hesitate with my reply. “I’m ready whenever you are, Amanda. Not one second before.” I can feel the happiness spread through her, and she kisses the palm of my hand. She seems to have some inner struggle for a few moments until she suddenly comes to a decision. Looking back up at me, that cute pink color returns to her cheeks.
“I’m ready.”