I DO NOT OWN SISTER'S GRIMM!
I could go on and on about how sorry I am for not updating, but I know you guys just want to get to the story so I'll make it short:
I'm sorry! I've been stuck on this chapter because I don't know where I want this to go and I really want to start a new story for Sisters Grimm and I have it all planned out in my mind!
And thank you for your reviews. I literally almost cried. You guys are too sweet:)
I'm serious. I love you guys. But not in a creepy way…that would be weird and…I'm just gonna stop talking…typing…whatever.
And someone asked where Steve went. Hahahah. He...left? Idk Haha. Don't worry. He'll be in the story later on for all you Steve lovers. You wanted him and Sabrina to do something, didn't you? You dirty little minds! ;) Just maybe you'll get your wish. MAYBE!
QUESTION FOR YOU GUYS! PLEASE READ IF YOU'RE GOING TO REVIEW!
So…some people have been asking about a sex scene. And if you guys really want one, I'll write one. I haven't ever written one before but I'll give it a go I guess? But if the majority of you don't want one, I won't write one, I promise! And for those who do NOT want to read it, that's okay. I will tell you which part to skip over by putting stars(*) or something like that at the end/beginning of it. Please give me your opinion. If I do one, it won't be super in detail because I'm not comfortable writing too much information.
So here it is:
Puck looked at me with an amused smile while I tried to come up with some smart remark. But with Puck's hands traveling up and down my bare back, I couldn't concentrate. After all, I still did just have my bra and shorts on. That wasn't helping the situation either. I closed my eyes and attempted to clear my mind, but I was not really succeeding. When I opened them after about five seconds, Puck looked even more amused.
"Grimm, you have to stop becoming speechless in my presence. It's ok, I grant you permission to talk," Puck said in a prideful tone. Oh, how typical of him. I rolled my eyes. I was glad he said this, because it did help clear my thoughts and help me form a proper sentence.
"You are not going to affect me, Puck. And I'm not changing my mind." After I said this, Puck looked at me with a curious expression.
"No?" He asked, smiling slightly. What was that all about?
"No," I said. He took one of his hands away from my back and put it on the middle of my thigh and started trailing his hand up and down.
"Yes to no?" He asked. I couldn't concentrate, again.
"…Yes," I said, starting to get confused.
"Yes?" He asked, now trailing his hand even higher. What was happening? Whatever it was, it had to stop. I needed to be in control of this situation, not him.
"N-no." Great, now I'm stuttering. Good job Sabrina.
"So no to yes, so no to no, so yes," Puck said.
"Uh…no?" I didn't know what the right answer was. Puck smirked, knowing that I was utterly confused.
"That's what I thought."
"Wait! Stop confusing me! And let me concentrate," I said while pulling his hand away from my thigh. Before he could respond, I reluctantly pulled my legs off his waist and stood in the water. Puck threw his head back and sighed with frustration. He then looked at me.
"Grimm. Just tell me the honest truth. Why not?"
"I'm…ugh! I don't know! I'm just not…that girl," I said, trying to make sense. For some reason, I couldn't form my thoughts into understandable sentences. It's like when you want to explain something to someone but you can't find the right words for it. Puck looked at me thoughtfully.
"What girl?" He asked.
"The girl who loses her v-card for a stupid bet," I said, my cheeks heating up at the thought of me and Puck having sex. He looked past me while having an expression on his face as if he was thinking. Because of his silence, I continued.
"I just, I don't know. I would feel like a slut. It's just…not who I am," I quietly mumbled. Puck's gaze returned to me.
"Grimm, I know you're not a slut or whore. Just because you sleep with me doesn't me I'm going to change my opinion of you," he said. It was so tempting to just say yes and go along with it, but I knew I couldn't. Not because of a bet.
"I know that. But tell me honestly, if sleeping with me didn't mean winning the bet, would we still be in this situation?" I asked. Puck sighed.
"Well…I'd still want to do it," Puck said like it was obvious, which it was.
"I know you would want to, but would you still be pressuring me about it, right now, if that was the case?"
"Well, no," Puck said. I was going to win this argument.
"Exactly," I said.
"Then what am I supposed to do to win the bet? That's the only way."
"I don't know; maybe we can just say we did it, and hopefully he'll believe us," I said. Why hadn't I thought of this before?
"Pan's not that easily fooled." Puck said.
"Ok…hypothetically, if you did win the bet, how would you tell you him won? How would you get him to believe you?"
"Uh, I don't know. I guess I'd just tell him."
"Then why can't you do that?" I asked, frustration easily detected in my voice.
"Fine! I'll try it. But I have a feeling he's going to want proof of some sort," Puck said.
"Ew, like a video?" That's just wrong.
"I don't know. It's Pan; you never know what to expect with him." Puck answered. My response to this was silence. I was just so disturbed by the thought of Peter wanting proof through video.
"I'll go tell Pan right now that I won." Puck said, stepping out of the lake. From the waist down, we were both sopping wet from the lake water. Part of his shirt was wet, too.
"At least change first. You don't want him making any…weird assumptions," I said.
"What assump…never mind," Puck said while shaking his head.
"But I do think it would be more convincing if I was wearing a shirt of yours or something."
"Why," he asked.
"Because…I don't know. It's convincing."
"Ok, but you might want to change your shorts too. You don't want him making…weird assumptions," Puck said, repeating what I had said.
I picked up my shirt and put it back on. Puck looked disappointed, causing me to laugh.
Puck and I wandered through the woods to go get him some clothes. As we wandered, I realized I had never been this deep into his room before. Is this where Puck kept his clothes? I had never really thought about it before, but where does he keep his clothes? I mean, you have a forest for a room. Do you keep them in a tree? These are the questions that haunt me…no, just kidding, that would be weird.
Finally, we arrived at a small clearing surrounded by trees. In the clearing were a bed and a dresser. The placing was so bizarre. It didn't belong.
"You have a…dresser? And a bed?" I asked.
"Where do you think I keep my clothes? In a tree?" Puck said in a sarcastic tone.
"You seriously think I would keep them in a tree?" He asked accusingly.
"Maybe! I had just never thought about it," I said defensively.
"You're weird, Grimm," Puck said while looking through his drawers for a shirt.
"No, you're…weird," I said as I failed to come up with a good comeback. Puck pulled out a shirt.
"Admit you're weird and I'll give you the shirt," he said while smirking
"This is stupid. Just give me the shirt," I said.
"Only if you say you're weird."
"Fine," Puck said while putting the shirt away.
"Really? Really? You're going to be stubborn?" I asked.
"You're the one being stubborn," he replied. I walked over to his dresser and tried to open the drawer, but Puck's hand closed it. I knew he was stronger than me. If I tried to open it, I would look epically stupid.
"Say it," Puck said. I glared at him.
"What's that saying, Grimm? Admitting is the first step?" Puck said. My glare became more intense. But sadly, it didn't even make him blink.
"I'm…weird," I mumbled the last part. Puck opened the drawer and gave me the t-shirt.
"Now, don't you feel so much better about yourself?" He said with his usual cocky grin.
"You're obnoxious. You know that, right?" I asked.
I rolled my eyes.
"You want to borrow some of my shorts?" Puck asked, looking down at my soaked shorts.
"Depends, do I have to insult myself?"
"Mmm…I'll let it slide."
"How kind of you," I said with a sarcastic tone.
Puck handed me the shorts. I started to walk away to change in the woods when Puck called after me.
"Woah, where are you going?" He asked. I turned around.
"To go change?" I said it more like a question.
"Just change here."
"Say that Peter is the best Everafter, and I will stay here and change," I said. Take that, Goodfellow!
"What? No! That's not fair," Puck whined.
"Suit yourself," I said as I walked into the woods.
Puck's shirt came down to my mid-thigh. I decided to just wear the shirt and skip the shorts. I would definitely tease him with this. That's what he gets for making me admit that I'm weird.
I walked back into the clearing and saw that Puck was just slipping on his shorts over his boxers. He also had no shirt on. I caught myself staring and mentally slapped myself. Luckily, he wasn't facing me so he didn't catch me checking his body out. Talk about embarrassing.
Puck turned around once he put his shirt on. He glanced at his shorts in my hand, then to my legs. His eyes lingered on them for quite some time.
I cleared my throat, causing his eyes to snap up to mine.
"Are we going to get this over with, or are you just going to stand there all day?"
Puck didn't even seem effected by my comment.
"You did that on purpose," he said flatly, gesturing to my bare legs.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, an innocent smile on my face. He stared at me, seeming as if he was thinking something over, and then shook his head.
"I'll get you back for it later. And besides, I'm not going to fall for your teasing trap," he said, but I could tell that from the sudden huskiness of his voice that he wanted to.
"Whatever floats your boat," I said, rolling my eyes.
"You just wait," he said winking at me, "But for now, we've got something to take care of."
"Let's get this over with."
Puck and I made our way back to his door. As we got closer and closer to Peter's room, I suddenly felt nervous. What if he didn't believe us? What if we weren't convincing enough? What if he refuses to believe us? What if we can't get him to leave? What if what if what if…The questions wouldn't leave my head.
Puck and I came to a stop in front of Peter's door. Puck looked at me with questioning eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I slightly nodded my head in response. As he raised his hand to knock, the door was opened, revealing Peter Pan.
Peter looked at me with a friendly smile.
"Anything I can do for you, Sabrina?" He asked, a little too flirtatiously. His gaze went to my clothing, and, upon noticing they were Pucks, a frown replaced his smile.
"Actually," Puck started, "I believe it's time for you to pay up, Pan."
"What are you talking about?" Peter asked, directing his eyes at Puck.
"The bet, of course."
Peter turned to me and said, "So you know he made a bet on you, right? About who could take your virginity away first? It was his idea actually."
"Ha," I let out a humorless laugh, "Sure it was."
Peter wasn't pleased with my answer, so he turned towards Puck again.
"So I guess you want me to believe you and your story about how you won the bet," Peter said with a bitter tone.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Ok, say you love her. And she has to say it right back. After all, that was one of the requirements," Peter said with a smug smile.
No. No. No.
I forget about this part.
I couldn't do this.
The phrase 'I love you' was something special to me. I had never used it towards a guy. I know I'm weird, but it as one of those things that if I said it, I had to mean it.
Puck turned towards me. There was a hint of something in his eyes I couldn't quite grasp. Nervousness? Worry? Anger? I honestly couldn't tell.
"Grimm, I love you."
Wow! That actually sounded real. He's a good actor.
Puck and Peter looked at me expectantly. Shit, it was my turn.
"I…I uh….Puck I…" I swallowed hard, trying to get the words out. My voice was shaky and too quiet. 'They're just three little words' I repeated over and over again in my head. I stared at the ground for a while, trying to gather my wits and my voice.
"Puck I…I'm s-sorry," I stuttered.
Then I ran.
I know, crappy point to stop at again. This chapter for me was super boring. I promise to make the next one better. I'm getting back into this story because I finally thought of how I was going to end it:) Next update will be quicker. Promise! And sorry, this wasn't proof read so there may be some grammatical errors.