I hear him come in and I smile as he kisses my skin. "Yes, I'll join you." My heart flutters with nervousness at the thought of actually seeing him. It's not like it's something I need to be scared of, this is Angel and I've already been over the fact that I don't have to shy away from him.
His words would have been giggle worthy cute if I wasn't so worried about what he'd think of me. I remember when I told my father about Christina...I can't think of that now. I just can't.
"It w-wasn't what I meant...I..." Just come out and say it. "I'm used to girl parts. I've never even thought to look at another man...'til you." Now if that doesn't sound childish and stupid.
Looking away, I hide behind my hair and start to pull down my pants, leaving my shirt to cover up my body. It's strange and stupid but he has seen me without my top on. I shouldn't have to be worried or scared about him looking at me; yet I find that I am.
Instead of peeling her out of her shirt and mkaing her the one to stand around naked, I do like I did out on the couch and go to open my pants first, seeing that her own bottoms aren't making her so self-conscous as the top. My eyes catch on the vee of her thighs, moisture still shining there in smears from before, but I'm quick to look up at her face, no need ot make her feel as nervous as she looks
( ... )
"I know, I didn't...I didn't mean that." I brush my hair from my face, feeling my skin become warmer with the steam from the shower. "I don't like telling people." I finish, leaving out the why in that aspect.
Leaning up, I kiss him gently, feeling my face flush and rest my hands on his chest. "If you w-want," I whisper, feeling myself as if I am reverting back into my shell. It's a safe place. Trying to make light of it, I smile shyly and turn my eyes up to his. "I don't think they made a bottle of boldness big enough for that now." I touch his face gently. "I am comfortable with you."
The temptation is on my lips to ask him if taking a shower in the dark would be a bad thing.
I swallow hard and close my eyes tightly, reaching down to pull my own shirt over my head, keeping my eyes closed as I self-conciously wrap my arms over my chest.
She doesn't like telling people. So does that mean she doesn't like telling me? I'm trying to figure out what that has to do with anything, or why that would be- I mean, I know why it would be other people, but why with me. She doesn't seem to want to dwell though, and I file that away for later
( ... )
She looks right at home, the other room already cleaned up, and sitting in one of my button-downs. But the look that comes my way is one of fear. Did I do something wrong, I wonder. But I don't smell any fear
( ... )
Angel is talking and my heart stops before speeding up, causing me to nervously bite my lip and shift on the couch as he slips into his closet to change.
I keep silent and try to form words and a thought as to what I should say back. I know what I want. I should by now. We've been doing this dance for a while and it isn't like we're going to 'sleep' together. We're both not ready for that.
My head is spinning as he comes up to me, brushing my hair from my face and making me feel grounded again.
"Overwhelemed...but good." I pause for a moment and touch his hand as it rests on my cheek. "I'm okay, trying to be sponge-like and soak everything in." I shift on the couch and crouch up on my knees, wrapping my arms around his waist I smile and kiss his cheek before resting my head against his chest. "I think that...yes; I don't want to sleep alone..." I don't know why I couldn't just say it. 'Yes Angel, I'll sleep in here with you tonight'...Apparently I can't. But I do, I want to fall asleep with him near me.
Overwhelmed. That makes me frown a little. I didn't want to make her feel overwhelmed. But good...that's good, I guess. I really didn't want to make her feel like she had to worry about any of this. About...us. If there is an us. I just want to make her feel good, make her feel safe
( ... )
Before I can blink, Angel has me in his arms and I can't help but laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck and keeping myself close to him. I smile sleepily and let him tuck me in, his body over mine just long enough for me to sink into his eyes.
I turn and face him in the bed, feeling his arms around me and weighting me there. "I know what you mean. It's the whole comfort thing. Big beds aren't meant to be in alone."
My eyes look down when he mentions the nightmares and I nod, pulling myself closer to him and resting my head against his arm. "I was too scared to admit it but I loved having you hold me; even asleep I felt safe." I look up and kiss him softly. "Thank you for that."
A small sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes, realizing that I could hear my heartbeat against his chest. I boldly trailed my fingers over a scar on his shoulder, wondering what the story was before moving my fingers down to his almost healed new one. "You're almost all better," I muse.
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His words would have been giggle worthy cute if I wasn't so worried about what he'd think of me. I remember when I told my father about Christina...I can't think of that now. I just can't.
"It w-wasn't what I meant...I..." Just come out and say it. "I'm used to girl parts. I've never even thought to look at another man...'til you." Now if that doesn't sound childish and stupid.
Looking away, I hide behind my hair and start to pull down my pants, leaving my shirt to cover up my body. It's strange and stupid but he has seen me without my top on. I shouldn't have to be worried or scared about him looking at me; yet I find that I am.
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Leaning up, I kiss him gently, feeling my face flush and rest my hands on his chest. "If you w-want," I whisper, feeling myself as if I am reverting back into my shell. It's a safe place. Trying to make light of it, I smile shyly and turn my eyes up to his. "I don't think they made a bottle of boldness big enough for that now." I touch his face gently. "I am comfortable with you."
The temptation is on my lips to ask him if taking a shower in the dark would be a bad thing.
I swallow hard and close my eyes tightly, reaching down to pull my own shirt over my head, keeping my eyes closed as I self-conciously wrap my arms over my chest.
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I keep silent and try to form words and a thought as to what I should say back. I know what I want. I should by now. We've been doing this dance for a while and it isn't like we're going to 'sleep' together. We're both not ready for that.
My head is spinning as he comes up to me, brushing my hair from my face and making me feel grounded again.
"Overwhelemed...but good." I pause for a moment and touch his hand as it rests on my cheek. "I'm okay, trying to be sponge-like and soak everything in." I shift on the couch and crouch up on my knees, wrapping my arms around his waist I smile and kiss his cheek before resting my head against his chest. "I think that...yes; I don't want to sleep alone..." I don't know why I couldn't just say it. 'Yes Angel, I'll sleep in here with you tonight'...Apparently I can't. But I do, I want to fall asleep with him near me.
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I turn and face him in the bed, feeling his arms around me and weighting me there. "I know what you mean. It's the whole comfort thing. Big beds aren't meant to be in alone."
My eyes look down when he mentions the nightmares and I nod, pulling myself closer to him and resting my head against his arm. "I was too scared to admit it but I loved having you hold me; even asleep I felt safe." I look up and kiss him softly. "Thank you for that."
A small sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes, realizing that I could hear my heartbeat against his chest. I boldly trailed my fingers over a scar on his shoulder, wondering what the story was before moving my fingers down to his almost healed new one. "You're almost all better," I muse.
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