A moth to a flame: Juice and Dita

Dita rested her hands on his chest as she kissed him back over and over again; not wanting to stop.

He pulled away from her, wanting to do this right, take it slow.

"Why don't you come to my apartment for dinner tomorrow?"

Dita smiled, "I'd love to..."

He left her feeling sad, almost lost. He went through his classes without noticing things around him. All he could think of was her. On his breaks he worked on a sketch of her, the sunlight streaming down on her in Central Park.

Dita spent her Monday just like Juice's: her mind thinking of only as she went through her normal routine. They didn't have class together which made the day that more disappointing.

After talking to her mom and dad on the phone, she was on her way to Juice's. She shyly knocked on the door. She opted to make a homemade cherry cheesecake in the commonroom kitchen that afternoon.

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He opened the door, took the cheesecake, and pulled her into a crushing kiss, "God I missed you."

Dita kissed him back, kicking his apartment door closed, "Hi" she murmurred breathlessly.

He sat down the cheesecake and pulled her clumsily toward his room, "I love cheesecake."

Dita smiled, "You'll love mine...homemade." She kissed him again.

He kissed her neck, pulling her down onto his raised sleigh bed with him,"If you made it, I'll love it. If you're a bird, I'm a bird," he kissed her mouth passionately.

Dita moaned slightly against his lips, She let her fingers tangle in his soft black hair.

He rewarded her with his own moan, he loved the feel of her hands in his hair. He sucked one of her ear lobes.

Dita shivered against him. She gently tugged at his shirt as he continued.

He pulled her hands away, "No, I want to take this slow."

She looked at him, hurt and embarrassed, "That wasn't what I..." She couldn't finish, feeling sick to her stomach, "I'm sorry." She moved away from him, slipping on her shoes clumsily. She hurried out of the room and down the hall toward the door.

Cursing himself, he ran after her, shoeless. When he caught up to her he grabbed her gently.

"I just didn't want you to think you gad to or something. Damn it, I think I love you. I just want to respect you as much as I can," blush rose in his cheeks.

Dita looked at him in shock, "Y-you can''t mean that...we just met..."

"I do mean it. I know it's crazy, but I mean it," to prove it he passionately kissed her there in the hall.

Dita responded slowly; snaking her arms around his neck as she kissed back.

Lifting her effortlessly, he carried her back into his apartment and laid her on his bed. Again he laid beside her, but took his shirt off for her first.

Dita blushed as she looked at him, slowly sitting up a little to kiss him. Her hands shook slightly as she rested them against the sides of his neck.

Grabbing her hands, he slid them down his chest, "Don't be nervous, I'm yours."

Dita nodded, drunk from his kisses. She massaged his chest as we kissed down his adam's apple.

He was lost to her. Wherever she went, he would follow. If she told him to jump, he'd say how high. He was completely and totally hers. He moaned.

"I love you."

Dita looked him in the eyes, "I love you too Carlos..."

She pressed her lips on his, reaching down and taking his hand and resting it on her outer thigh.