《writer in the dark - neil perry》26
TW - sexual content, light smut (idk how to write this shit!!) also jealous neil 🫣🫣
the friend group had stayed close knitted after the christmas party. amélie and todd never left neil's side. they wanted to be there for him always. it gave him comfort that his two best friends were so caring and loving of him.
charlie's house was big, so there was quite a surprise throughout the group when he decided to hold a new year's eve party at his house. most of the boys had been there, but both his parents were always working at home so it was a rare occasion that the two were going out to a party of their own. charlie took this opportunity to throw a rager, inviting most of the boys at welton and some from other schools too. before he knew it, the word spread.
"hi charlie!" neil exclaimed, pulling his friend into a hug as he answered the door.
charlie groaned and pulled neil off of him. "hi lovebirds."
"jesus, did you invite the entire school district?" amélie giggled. she could barely hear herself think.
"word spread i guess." charlie shrugged.
"i was hoping that it'd just be a poets party."
"all the guys are just huddled in a corner anyways, have your own "poets party" with them." he quickly replied. another group came up to the doorway and stood patiently behind amé and neil.
"where are the drinks?" amé asked neil, entering the house beside him.
"probably in the kitchen. i thought you didn't drink."
"i don't. usually, but since it's new years i want to try." she smiled, leading the way to the kitchen.
"love, are you sure?" neil cautiously asked. he remembered what happened last time, and it wasn't good.
"yes! some champagne won't hurt." amélie rolled her eyes and grabbed a glass.
"okay, pour me some too." neil laughed, giving her another.
the two walked into the living room, arms intertwined. once neil spotted his friends, he quickly pulled away to talk to them. amé noticed marianne on the couch by herself.
"hi!" marianne greeted her, pulling her into a hug and kissing both cheeks.
"marianne!" amélie smiled. she pulled down her dress and spun around.
"you look cute!"
"i can say the same about you."
marianne snickered, and pointed to her boyfriend. "charlie is trying to show off to his guests. it's embarrassing."
"yeah, i bet he is." amélie laughed. the two sunk into the couch.
"did you come here with neil?" marianne asked. "he's looking at us right now. or should i say, looking at you."
"yeah. he gave me these earrings for christmas." amélie gave a quick wave to neil, causing him to look away.
"they're gorgeous! charlie didn't even give me anything." marianne admired them.
"isn't his company enough?" amé snickered, elbowing her.
"it's almost too much."
a blonde boy sat down next to marianne on the couch. "hey."
"hi?" amé furrowed her eyebrows.
"sorry, amé, this is andrew. he's a family friend." marianne introduced him. amé's demeanor changed. she pasted on a smile.
"hi, i'm amélie." she put her hand out to him.
"uh, andrew mcleod." he shook it reluctantly.
"he's visiting over the holidays."
"yeah, don't know why out of all places my parents picked vermont." he snickered, making the two girls laugh and erupt into chatter with him.
neil watched the three, and swung by the couch. he bent down beside amélie and quietly whispered in her ear.
"amé, it's so loud down here." he breathlessly said.
"i know."
"do you want to go upstairs?" he asked. before she could even respond, he took her hand.
"amélie!" marianne giddily said, giving her a smirk.
neil knew his way around the dalton's house. he took amélie into a dark room, locking the door behind him. "this is charlie's room."
"it's nice." amélie nodded. she sat on the bed. "what do you want to talk about?"
"you look so gorgeous tonight. you always do, but tonight you're just particularly breathtaking. i know i'm not the only guy who sees that, though." neil sneered. amé immediately knew what he was talking about.
"neil.. are you mad i was talking to that andrew guy?" she sighed. he quickly tried to hide his jealousy.
"no- i mean, guys in general.." he stuttered. amélie shut him up with a kiss.
"he's a family friend of marianne's. we were introduced, and that's it." she continued.
"i know you'd never do anything like that to me. i just wanted to remind you that you're mine." neil smiled, sitting down next to amé.
his hand cupped her cheek as they kissed again. they couldn't get enough of each other. amélie ran her hand down neil's torso, and found her way under his shirt. she brushed her hand across her chest, making him shudder.
"sorry." she blushed, pulling her hand away as soon as she felt his goosebumps.
"it's okay." he reassured her. he pulled his shirt over his head. "do you want to continue?"
amélie hesitantly nodded. "i think."
"it's okay if you don't want to. we don't have to do it all tonight." neil kept reassuring her. it made her smile, how considerate he was of her.
"no, i think i want to." she nodded, taking her shirt off too.
"okay."
"just, please be slow." she quietly said.
"of course. i know it's your first time, and i can stop whenever you want me to. just say the word." neil held his hand out. amé grasped it.
"i love you." she smiled.
"i love you too."
their lips crashed together again. neil cupped her breasts softly, making her shiver under his touch. he helped her take her skirt off, and lightly touched her underwear, feeling how wet she was. he inserted two fingers into her cautiously, making sure she was okay. amélie panted at the sudden change in feeling, but nodded for him to continue.
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