Runaway

Rachel walked out of Tony's bathroom wearing only a towel. She went inside his bedroom and found he had fallen back asleep. She smiled slightly to herself. She made sure he was asleep and dropped her towel. She quickly slipped on clean underwear, her jeans from yesterday and one of Tony's shirts that swallowed her up. She turned back around and saw Tony sitting up and watching her. She put her hands up to her face and started to blush furiously. "Did you see . . . Anything?" Rachel asked seriously.
"No . . ." he muttered.
"You did!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry! I saw you and I couldn't look away,"
"Shut up!" she laughed.
"I'm sorry!" he repeated. Rachel started to laugh and he grinned. She walked over to him and sat next to him on the bed. He wrapped his arm around her and she nestled her face into his chest. "I like that shirt on you," Tony smiled.
"Thank you. I think I ordered the wrong size though," she teased.
"You are tiny,"
"I'm not," she frowned.
"I like you tiny. It makes me feel like I need to look after you,"
"I don't need looking after," she grumbled. Everyone thought that.
"I know," he replied and kissed her cheek. "Um . . . Rach?" he tried.
"Yes?"
"Can we talk about last night?"
"Do we have to?" she frowned.
"Please,"
"Fine," Rachel sighed.
"I wasn't expecting us to . . . You know," he trailed away.
"Then why . . .?"
"I mean we've only been together for just over a month. That isn't long. But when you said you were coming over for the night you made me think you wanted to,"
"I thought you got what I wanted,"
"I do," he assured her.
"I kind of need to tell you something,"
"Is it bad?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "Well, sort of,"
"Tell me anyway,"
"Okay," she breathed. "I didn't sleep with anyone until I was eighteen. And I was drunk so I don't remember a thing. I just remember waking up and knowing and it hurting,"
"I'm sorry," Tony whispered. Then he leant forwards to kiss her temple softly.
"Every time after that I've been drunk. I don't remember anything. And last night. . ."
"We were drunk," he finished for her.
"Yeah," she nodded. "I want to remember everything because I kind of really like you,"
"I love you too," Tony replied instantly.
"You said love!" she exclaimed.
"I didn't," he rushed.
"You did! How much do you love me?"
"The right amount a boyfriend should love his girlfriend of a month," he said awkwardly.
"Me too," she grinned. "And I do want to . . . You know,"
"So do I,"
"I know you do, you've been peeping at me," Rachel joked.
"Sorry,"
"I kind of liked it," she admitted. "But before we think about that stuff. I need to ask you something,"
"Okay," he nodded.
"I spoke to Mike last week,"
"Why? You didn't tell him about what happened on the bus?"
"No," she muttered.
"Good, because I only told Jaime,"
"Why did you tell Jaime?!" she demanded.
"We were just talking about stuff and he said him and his girlfriend had done the same before they slept together. But I'd rather you didn't talk about our stuff with the guys. With me it's different,"
"I wasn't talking to him about that," she giggled.
"Thank God," he smiled. "What then?"
"Who's Megan?" Rachel asked seriously.
"What?" he stiffened.
"I know she's someone you used to know. I asked Mike but he wouldn't tell me. He just said she isn't your ex,"
"She isn't," he agreed.
"Who is she then?"
"I can't tell you," he said guiltily.
"Why not?"
"I'd just rather not, Rach,"
"She's came up to me twice. She knows where you live, Tone,"
"She's an old friend. She's just bitter," he explained.
"Of what?"
"Just bitter,"
"Is that all I get?"
"Yeah," he nodded. Rachel frowned and rolled her eyes at him. Tony smiled and pulled her to him. She rested her head in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist. She sighed softly and Tony did the same. He stroked her hair gently.
"I just want to know that this Megan person doesn't mean more to you that I do," Rachel said into his neck.
"How can she? She isn't even my ex. You're my perfect girlfriend,"
"I guess," she nodded. "Will you leave me?"
"What?" he gasped.
"When you've slept with me. Will you break up with me?" she asked seriously.
"Why would you think that?" he asked, forcing her to look up at him.
"That happened once. I didn't even like the guy that much. But I like you,"
"I will only leave you if it's the best thing for you," Tony explained.
"I'd be too selfish to do the best for you if it meant loosing you,"
"I would sing you some fitting song lyrics but I don't like singing too much," he chuckled.
"Is that Vic and Jaime's thing?" she smirked.
"Yeah. Mike can rap. So maybe that's an option?"
"Rissa showed me his video's on YouTube. I don't want you quoting that to me,"
"You're funny," he smiled. Then he leant down. Tony kissed Rachel gently and she kissed him back. Her arms went around his neck. She kissed him deeper and heard him moan. Rachel pulled away and looked at him. Tony started to blush and she grinned. "Sorry," he muttered.
"You're cute," she said before he kissed her again.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Tony isn't telling about Megan. Who do you think Megan is? This story has been getting some great feedback! Thank you. I've also made a writing blog. I know some of you follow me on tumblr but incase my personal blog is too depressing for you you can follow me on there. It's where you can ask me about my stories, lyrics and poetry and I'll be documenting the progress of my original novel. You can ask me anything on there. My Blog. Thanks again :)