Teach Me How To Kiss (1D AU)

The kitchen was a disaster! I had been busy baking a precise cake recipe and couldn't decide between flavors; red velvet with a vanilla swirl or French vanilla and berry bits. My lovely mother put me in charge of her wedding cake. It was an honor as much as it was a nightmare. I had been perfecting my recipe for the past month and a half and only had three weeks till the date.

Thankfully it was going to be a small private wedding with only 55 guests at The Arboretum Botanical garden. The place looked like a painting. I could only imagine how beautiful everything was going to look. The date was set on the second week of April, a few days before my 18th birthday, which meant my mom would be on her honeymoon…in Puerto Rico.

We had finally figured out the center pieces to go with the Marine Corps theme; small glass bowls filled with water, dark blue pebbles and floating tea lights with red rose petals sprinkled around on the table. Janet and Nancy, my mother's friend from work, were the bridesmaids while I was the maid of honor. And Mr. Rogers had two fellow Sergeant Majors as his groomsmen and Liam of course as his best man. Our bridesmaid dresses were a beautiful garnet red to match the men's dress blues.

The stress was mounting as I still had tests and school projects while juggling my night shifts at the restaurant and helping my mom out with the wedding planning. I was a busy girl! Not to mention a recent aunt. Elizabeth gave birth last week to a very healthy baby girl. At 8 pounds and 19 inches, Rhea Meade was perfection. To add on to the miracle, Izzy's father finally broke down and insisted that she move back in the house.

Elizabeth's mom was finally at peace having her whole family under one roof. She even decided to take a couple of weeks off to stay with Izzy in the house while Niall offered to convert his old room into a nursery. Mark, Rhea's father, came every day for a few hours. But according to Izzy, she felt extremely awkward when both him and Zayn were there at the same time. Although he was the father, Elizabeth's mom wasn't crazy about him, yet Zayn seemed to have made a good impression…not surprisingly.

Janet visited twice, but I sensed something off about her since she and Gabe had called it quits. Niall could possibly be a new target. Not sure if that would work or not with Janet leaving to nursing school after the summer. What do I know though? I still was contemplating how Liam and I would work things out with me living in San Francisco, but the more time we spent together the more I was convinced that I wanted to keep him.

Date 3

After our Valentine's picnic and movie, we went for another bike ride that weekend. It was short because I had to study for a killer pre-calculus test. But Liam stayed at home and helped me review. He even made little quizzes. Not to mention he kept my coffee mug full and provided me with revitalizing shoulder massages…along with energizing smooches.

Date 4

Might not seem like a date but it counts for me. Liam's unit teamed up with the local Fire Department to rebuild a playground for an abandoned neighborhood. He made the arrangements and provided me with a check to get all the materials and ingredients I needed to make 300 cupcakes. Yes you heard right 300 CUPCAKES! I mean I haven't even gone to Culinary School and I was plunged into that project. I had a couple of days to get everything ready and was provided the fire station's kitchen as my baking headquarters.

I had all my friends help me out that weekend. Zayn was my right hand, Janet, my mom, Lilah and Louis all pulled through for me. It was the closest experience to knowing what my own bakery would feel like. As crazy and stressful as it turned out, I didn't think the idea impossible. We brought the colorful cupcakes to the reopening of the park and it was a hit. I had never been so exhausted in all my life, plus the pressure of them actually tasting good.

That is how my mother knew right off the bat that I could handle her wedding cake. At the moment, after such a laborious challenge, I wanted to die and say 'no way'. But once I kept receiving the compliments on how great they turned out…what's a wedding cake compared to 300 freakin' cupcakes?!

Date 5

I drove up on a half day of school to Camp Pendleton, where Liam gave me his own personal tour in one of their Hummers. I saw his squad again; a bunch of rascally guys who acted more like a unit of brothers. And Liam was right, their cafeteria food…not so great. I also got to see him go through drills with his team as they ran back and forth on the beach and proceeded to do vigorous exercises nonstop.


Tonight was Date 6. My mother was pushing some extra shifts, she planned on a much deserved honeymoon vacation of two weeks. The dental office she worked at had just received some major inventory and new equipment, so she volunteered along with a few others to stay past open office hours. Meanwhile I was planning a special dinner for Liam at my house.

I wanted to impress him with a healthy meal. I had planned on making spaghetti squash with a special eggplant tomato sauce I had been experimenting on. And for dessert I made a few sample wedding cupcakes, with both flavors, hoping to get his opinion on which to finally go with.

Liam tried to visit every other weekend, still we talked every day on the phone. Before I knew it, it had already been two months that we had been dating. Not only was I happy with him but I was also proud of the slow and steady pace we had taken. We were usually around people on our dates, so we didn't engage in any PDA but that didn't mean that I wasn't long overdue for another private evening with the respectable Staff Sergeant.

Yes, I had bragged to my friends and classmates that I was dating a Marine with an E-6 ranking at such a young age. I couldn't wait to walk down the aisle with him at my mom's wedding and see him in that stunning uniform…like a prince. I would guarantee some definite PDA on that night. Lest I forget, two whole weeks at the house by myself…just saying. I had a feeling we could do a couple of movie nights, if he was able to get away from his camp for a few days.

This was really happening. I was soon going to have a father and a sister in a matter of weeks, which reminded me, Janet was going to stay at my house while our parents went on their honeymoon. Maybe my private movie nights with Liam would have to be planned carefully around Janet's work schedule. All I knew was things were about to change drastically.

I don't remember my father; he died in a car accident on the way home from work one night when I was 3 years old. I grew up with my mom in my grandparent's house. Moving to California was a big step for the both of us. My mother was brave and never showed signs of weakness; she was my hero. Not only did it please me to see her happy, even if it all had happened so fast, but I was finally going to experience a father figure in the house.

Over much debate, we decided to move in to the Rogers' house. They had 4 bedrooms including the guestroom that Liam stayed in when he'd visit. It wasn't a huge issue, I mean Janet and I would be leaving in a couple of months and their house was recognizably bigger than ours. I would miss our back yard though, but they had a swimming pool so it was a fair trade.

Needless to say, while mom would be off sunbathing with her husband, I'd be getting a head start in packing the boxes at home. Liam was planning on bringing a pile of folded boxes for me soon. Though the big move wouldn't happen till they'd come back, it only added more things to my plate. None of that mattered when I thought of how exciting it would be to live with my best friend. To think we were going to be 'step sisters'?!

I was done cleaning the kitchen and the innumerable pile of dishes; I had about half an hour to get ready for Liam and I knew how punctual he'd be. I ran in and out of the shower. I looked through my drawers, ran to my closet, threw my hands up in the air and ran back to the drawers. 10 minutes left and I didn't know what to wear. I wanted to look casual, not try too hard, but not look like a bum either.

I ended up choosing a pair of old worn in skinny jeans, very comfy might I add, with an oversized off the shoulder coral shirt. I put my hair in a messy bun and brushed some light peach blush and gloss to compliment my outfit. Just in the nick of time too, I could already hear Liam's motorcycle from down the block.

I raced out the front door eager to see him dismount his bike; I hadn't seen him in two weeks so you can understand my enthusiasm. He looked gorgeous as usual, in his brown jacket with a sky blue hoodie sticking out from the top. He wore his aviators, blue jeans and a huge smile. His hair was trimmed down too, spiked and sexy.

"Hey doll," he walked up to me and claimed my mouth.

I squeezed him as I felt his soft shirt against my cheek. He stood 8 inches taller than me, so my head always landed on his chest like a pillow while my arms hung loosely around his waist. I walked him in to the dining room, already set up and ready to eat. I was eager to impress him like he so many times had done for me, though mainly I was ecstatic to have him for the rest of the evening.

His smile stretched from ear to ear when he took his first bite. He grabbed and squeezed my hand when he told me how amazing the meal tasted. I felt like a little girl being given a gold star, even did a little wiggle victory dance in my seat…a very subtle one. Then I skipped on over to get the cupcakes, his eyes widened as I made the presentation very similar to my vision for the actual cake; overflowing with red and blue berries on white buttercream frosting.

Once he tried both flavors, he was blown away. He suggested the red velvet and vanilla one; Kevin was a fan of velvet cake. Problem solved.

"You are so talented, look how far you've come and you haven't even left for school yet," he smiled proudly.

"Thank you. I'm so overwhelmed by how amazing it will all be! I mean everything, the school, the MOVE…"

I couldn't help notice Liam's smile turn dim. I knew we had to talk about us but I had been in this position before. I wish I could delay it a little longer.

"I have a friend who's a pilot, along with my military discount, I could visit at least once a month if you'd like?" he offered.

"I would love that," I said while sitting on his lap and resting my head against his.

"You said it's a 2 year program?"

"Yup, and I'll drive down and visit on breaks."

"Well I could probably fly you down here instead."

I pulled Liam by the arm to follow me into the family room. Turning on the TV we snuggled next to each other. My legs were lying over his lap and his hand played with my knee caps. I had my tiny arms holding on to his bulky one. He was like a big firm cuddly bear; my own I could curl up with. Unfortunately with a full tummy it took me only a couple of minutes to drift off to my awaited fairyland…a land that smelled of manly cologne.

My head was buried heavy on Liam's chest and sustained by his neck and chin. Startled, I woke up when I felt his hand rub my arm up and down. I opened my eyes to see a light blue drawstring dangling from his collar. I grabbed it and sluggishly twirled it in my fingers.

"You're up," he whispered.

"Yeah, how long was I out for?" I mumbled while stretching my back a little.

"Maybe 30-40 minutes."

I lied back on the pillows behind me and enjoyed my lazy moment. My clothes were perfect to move around in. And now I had the perfect view of Liam's profile as he held the TV remote and let out a quiet chuckle every few seconds. Now both his arms were over my shins, but I wanted to keep cuddling. My sofa was big enough for the both of us.

"Come here," I whined.

Liam's eyebrow shot up as he looked at me suspiciously and smiled, that wholesome American boy smile.

"What's that face for?" I teased him.

"What face? This is the only one I've got," he laughed.

"You made a smirk there," I smiled pointing at his eyes.

"No I just sense a little something, that's all," he said knowingly.

"Whatever," I blushed. "So come here…" I pulled on his sleeve.

With a gentle groan, Liam slid down to lay on his side as I scooted over to give him some more room. And 'Vroom' went my fragile nerves as the first pebble was cast for the ripple effect.

"Your eyes look hazel with your shirt today," I said admiring his strong features.

"Do they?" he blushed.

His head was leaning on his hand as he rested on his elbow, inches away from my face. Now that we were at eye level, his legs were curled up in order to fit on the couch. Poor giant. For the first few minutes we just gazed into each other's eyes and exchanged more than a few smiles. I knew he could read my mind but how far did I have to push him in order to initiate?

"You are SO cute!" I gushed.

"Cute huh? Marines aren't meant to look "cute"," he scowled.

"Right…umm I meant damn Hott!" I giggled.

"That's WAY better!" he grinned charmingly.

Now it was coming, he gave me the sign by licking his lips and I was giddier than a 2 year old on Christmas. We began kissing, as light and casual as always. Very soft until I began biting down on his lower lip. Each time I did that he adjusted his elbow to get more comfortable. On his end he was poised and smooth while I was in a frisky mood, I had just gotten up from a cat nap so I was ready for some activity.

I kept playing with his lips, biting them and pulling on them. It took several attempts to rev him up. It was like starting an old engine to a blazing Ferrari, with patience and determination a heated engine would guarantee a wild ride. I knew that Liam respected me and was always careful when it came to moments like these, but almost 2 months later… well I wanted my reward for my awesome dinner.

With a little nudging and teasing, Liam caught up with my pace. His kisses now burned with desire, as they deepened I had my hands sustained on the bottom of his shirt ready to remove it. He was a dream to stare at; the sooner the better. With his free hand, he pulled off his shirt from his back and a quiver shot down from my neck to my feet. We shifted so that he gently lay on top of me, although by the tension in his arms I could tell he was still bearing much of his own weight.

"I can handle it…let go," I whispered.

He did little by little and while he was heavier than I had anticipated it still felt nice and intimate. This was the closest we had ever been. It was hard for him to hold his head up to look at me, so kissing me or resting in my neck was his only solution… he he. I snuggled underneath him like a purring kitten. My legs tangled around him like a flexible tail and my face constantly sought the warmth of his. I'd gently lick and nibble at his cheek and ear as he kept clearing his throat.

I felt as though the roles were reversed, I had free reign and control to do what I wanted and he simply followed, except I never had to ask 'are you ok?' or 'do you want me to continue?'...obviously! But even better, I felt confident and comfortable, whereas the minute he would laugh at me I know that I would close up. But he was too captivated to hopefully even think about mocking me.

"How is it you are always such a gentleman?" I gawked.

He sat up and leaned against the arm rest at the other end. "I know how to control my body. I've been trained to for extreme situations. Same goes when I'm with you," he explained.

I knew what he said was incredibly honorable but that just made me even more aroused…to put it nicely. I crawled up to sit on his lap. It was really driving me crazy how composed he was while his eyes were on fire. I could tell.

"Lose a little of that control…for me?" I had turned into a slut! But not really, it doesn't count if he's your boyfriend.

Liam shook his head while trying to hold back a grin. I fixed my pleading eyes and sly smirk on him while I walked two fingers up his solid abs. He looked up at the ceiling and inhaled briskly. Then I lowered his chin and pouted. I loved this power! I decided to try something else, so I got up and began to walk backwards. Maybe a pretend strip tease would shake him up. Who was breaking whose shell now huh?

Because my shirt was rather large, on purpose, I could easily roll it off my shoulder and expose a nice piece of skin, even my pink bra strap. Liam sat facing me and chewing on his lip, still shaking his head which only made me laugh.

"Mr. Tough Marine can't handle a little fun, huh? Wait till I tell your squad how you passed this up," I joked pointing at myself.

Alarmingly, he got up and charged right for me. I could hear the quiet laughter escape between us as he swung me over his shoulder, like a weightless jacket. With my legs dangling in front of him, and him wrapping his arm securely around my thighs, he asked where my room was. I was giggling so much I could barely tell him it was upstairs.

"Wait! Wait! Grab your shirt!" I cried. In case my mother got home I didn't want her seeing a trail of evidence.

He snatched it and turned off the TV, then marched up stairs to my room. This kitty was about to turn into a little tiger here in a few minutes. After Liam closed the door he put me down on the bed. There I was standing a bit taller than him, slightly jumping on the bed ready to pounce on him.

"I've never seen this side of you before," he laughed.

"You don't like it?" I said stopping through mid-bounce.

"No I do…it's just a little different."

"Okay so let's pretend you're training one of your Marines to do tactical body combat…Teach me some moves," I challenged him.

"Alright, get down here then," he seemed very interested in this game.

"If I can squirm my way out of it, you strip one piece of clothing." Wow, did I just say that aloud!

Liam's brows shot through the roof as he cocked his head. He bit his lips again and began to rub his hands together.

"But I already have one piece of clothing off... So if I win, same rule?"

I nodded. Things were about to get very interesting.

"Ok I'm going to teach you how to do the Mount Escape. So lay down."

Once I did, he sat on top of me assimilating the larger opponent.

"Now try to squirm your way out of this lock."

I couldn't even move so I kept giggling. "I can't," I pouted in my weak attempt.

"Okay then Wonder Woman, what you do is…you slightly turn but not all the way to your side and with this leg you tuck it under mine…" he began to direct me but I hadn't a clue.

"Like this?" I was doing so bad but I didn't mind the close contact.

"Okay let's switch," he instructed.

I loved how gentle he was treating me, otherwise I could seriously get injured. Now he was on the floor and I was straddling his waist. Good so far! Then he began to demonstrate what I was SUPPOSED to do and with a swift motion he ended up holding me in a lock from behind.

"Now how the heck was I supposed to do that?! You're like twice my size," I said amazed.

"You can do it, let's try again."

I was back on the floor with Liam on top. I tried to mimic what he had showed me but I wasn't even causing him to sway. The more I laughed the weaker I became. Instead, I thought to use my next advantage. I began to raise my shirt and Liam's face turned pink. I kicked up my leg from behind him and turned to my side and managed to escape.

"Ah hah! One point for me!" I jumped up in victory.

"Wow…you pulled a sneaky technique. Too bad it doesn't work when it's man on man," he said wiping his forehead; accepting his defeat.

"Oh I'm sure you could hypnotize the straightest of men with your chest," I said then covered my mouth. "Oops!"

"Who are you?" Liam laughed louder.

"Okay, one more move…Oh wait, aren't you forgetting something?" I reminded him.

"So I have to strip even though you cheated?"

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. This was hilarious!

Grinning he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to the floor, revealing a dark blue pair of boxer briefs.

"You know, technically I should have gotten a pass since I was shirtless, but since that's the way you want to play…"

I had a feeling I wasn't going to get off so easily on the next one…fine by me!

"Okay, on a serious note. Do you know any self-defense moves?" he asked quite serious actually.

"No, why?"

"Because it could save you in a moment that you least expect. Okay, here's how you'll escape from someone who's trying to rape you. This move is so important and hardly any women know it."

I was lying flat on the ground pretending to get attacked. Liam pinned me and had his hands lightly placed on my neck as though he were about to choke me. He instructed me not to make the mistake of wanting to choke him back but rather hold the back of his neck and push his head towards my chest. Then he told me to lock my legs around his back and swiftly move my fingers as though I were about to gauge his eyes out. Who would have thought that this was going to turn into a real good lesson?

Lastly with a quick Scissor Sweep under the attacker's legs while controlling one of his arms, I'd climb on top of him; known as the Top Mount position.

"Then you grab his Adam's apple, pull and squeeze on it with no mercy! Just enough to really hurt him and run away…Got it?!"

"Yes," I said a little intimidated.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you it's just that I know of a girl who got attacked and those moves saved her life!"

We were sitting upright and all I could think about was how safe he made me feel, and how I was…falling for him hard, but how to let HIM know that? He was worried about me still as he knelt beside me and held my hand to ask if I was alright. I just gave him a sweet smile and he suddenly remembered how he was the only one in his underwear…and socks.

"So you win!" I boasted and pulled off my shirt.

"I was being serious," he said while passing his thumb over my chin.

"I know and I thank you…but now I'm being serious," I replied while putting my arms around his neck…and not to choke him.

His face softened and so did his lips. I gave him a timid kiss to ease into friendlier combat and sure enough he finally gave in. I sat cradled in his arms while caressing his firm freckled skin, entertained by these sweet little nips. Gradually his kisses descended, leaving me more satisfied by the minute. Only this hard floor wasn't catering to our position.

I sat on my bed and waited for him to join me, but instead he put his jeans back on. Now we were even, yet I hoped he wasn't intending on leaving. After he zipped up he then sat beside me and romanced me in a magnificent tongue kiss. My temperature was rising only to find out that he was about to leave. It was okay… for now. I didn't want to seem too desperate. Although I would probably complain and punch my pillow once he was gone.

Notes

The sexual tension is escalating. But how CUTE was Liam huh? :)

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