Eighth World Wonder
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from 'Hannah Montana.'
Author's Note: I raised all of the 'Hannah Montana' characters' ages by two years: Miley, Lilly, and Oliver are now sixteen and they are sophomores in high school; Jackson and Cooper are eighteen and seniors in high school. This fiction is not meant to be a smutty story; however, I would advice you to read this next section at your own risk. If you find sexual writings to be offensive, I might suggest you to either skip the first three paragraphs or just go read a different fan fiction story. Please don't review me about the content because this was the warning : ) Thanks, I hope you like this story!
Miley moaned in bliss as she felt his lips kissing the side of her neck. She felt shivers go up her spine; nothing she had experienced ever felt this good. She could see his soft, dark hair that smelled fresh like shampoo. Snuggling even closer to him, she inhaled the nearly intoxicating boyish scent that lingered on his body. His warm, affectionate breath left a tingling sensation on her skin.
The two were sprawled next to each other on his bed, but at that moment, he lifted his leg to place it tentatively between Miley's legs. Another soft moan of approval, almost of pure longing, escaped her lips. He took that as his permission to go further. Without his lips losing contact with her flesh, he expertly brought his other leg in closer to her body in a straddling position. Miley held back a gasp when she felt his hardened member press down onto her lower body through their jeans. He let out a contented groan before he began to suck and nibble on her passionately. Miley let her head fall deeper into the pillow while moaning out loud each time his teeth gently sunk into a particularly erogenous spot on her neck. She noticed the throbbing of his erection, especially during the moments when he heard her moans. Her fingers raked though his rich hair and deeply breathed in the shampoo fragrance that she couldn't seem to get enough of.
Miley closed her eyes and smiled, hardly believing how someone could make her feel so exhilarated. She felt all of her worries disappear into thin air. Right now, she could care less about her annoying enemies Ashley and Amber, working on her Hannah Montana song demos, her upcoming interview on TRL, heck; she didn't even care about going to school, or anywhere, period. All she wanted in life was to stay in this position forever; feeling the weight of him on top of her, nearly getting high off of his scent, and him kissing her sorrows and doubts away. After a few minutes, he traced his kisses back up around her jaw line and all the way up to her soft lips. Their warm tongues danced together energetically inside their mouths as they kissed. Miley intertwined her fingers with his as if to tell him to never let her go. She opened her eyes with a smile to stare deep into his brown eyes. Her smile immediately faded with a shocked gasp as her face turned into a fiery red. "O-O-OLIVER!" she yelled with her eyes widened frantically in panic…
"OW!" Miley Stewart bolted awake from being plowed by a particularly large, heavy pillow thrown at her, courtesy of Lilly Truscott. Miley had almost forgotten that Lilly had slept over. She turned to glare at her best friend, "Did you have to wake me up like that?" Lilly glared back at her.
"Well, excuse me for trying to get you out of a nightmare!"
"How did you know I was having a nightmare?"
Lilly sighed, "Duh! You were practically shouting at Oliver! That's like a huge sign that screams trouble!"
Miley felt herself blush a crimson red as she remembered her dream. His soft hair, those deep eyes, the deep sound of his groans and his stimulating kisses were just about enough to make her feel hot…and definitely awkward! 'What else have I said out loud while I was asleep?' she wondered miserably.
"Hel-lo! Miley! Come back to Earth!" Lilly said impatiently, noticing Miley spacing out.
"Oh! Haha, sorry!"
"Hey, Miley, what exactly was your drea-"
Miley hastily checked her wall clock. "Hey, how about breakfast? I'm kind of hungry, I'm thinking you're hungry! Come on, let's go downstairs! Off to the kitchen!" she said rapidly as she leaped up and started running towards the door, hoping to avoid any questions from her about her dream. Lilly gave an exasperated sigh and followed her down the stairs.
'God, that dream is seriously driving me crazy,' Miley thought to herself as she and Lilly ate the pancakes that Mr. Stewart made. 'That dream seemed so incredibly real! I wonder if Oliver kisses like that in real life…'
"MILEY!" Lilly yelled, causing Miley to jump and blush.
"W-What?"
"The syrup's dripping all over your plate," Lilly replied as she pointed to the sticky plate with a slightly disgusted facial expression.
"Oh, just great," Miley exclaimed as she immediately stood the offending maple syrup bottle on the table and stalked to grab some paper towels. Lilly finished the last bits of her pancakes, placed the clean plate and fork in the kitchen sink, and watched Miley clean up.
"Miley?"
"Hmm?"
"Why were you zoning out like that again?"
"Uhh…"
"And why did your face turn all red?"
"It didn't!"
"Yeah, it did."
"No, it didn't!"
"See, it is now! Why're you blushing?" Lilly thought for a few seconds. "It doesn't have anything to do with your nightmare with Oliver, does it?"
"It wasn't a nightmare!" Miley accidentally blurted out. She felt her face heat up as she winced visibly at her slip of the tongue. "I mean; that's not what I meant! What I meant was no! It wasn't about it at all!"
Lilly's lips slowly began to form a frown. "Okay…big deal. So, Oliver wasn't attacking you or anything like that. I was probably in the dream too, right?' She was extremely confused as to why Miley kept acting so strange about this dream.
Miley never enjoyed lying to her best friend, especially after that fiasco with Kelly Clarkson's birthday party. She merely nodded as she tried to concentrate on something that would not remind her of Oliver. She glanced at the fruit bowl on the counter. Her eyes went to the oranges sitting comfortably next to the apples and the bananas. Oranges. Miley had a sudden flashback of that time when she and Oliver were practicing 'Romeo and Juliet' and he had grabbed two of the oranges, only to put them up to his eyes and tell her that he was a fruit fly. The weird, ADD, endlessly zany Oliver Oken that Miley couldn't get her mind off of.
She groaned in frustration and let her head hit hard on the table.
Author's Note: Please review and let me know what you think!