the_gene_genie | OOM: 6620, #3

'And you're a-- a--- a-- I don't know what you are, but you're a loon if you think I'm going to sleep with you for the very first time, without putting some distance between us and that that that little mess.'

Let's see, she humiliated herself in front of him. Again. She stuck her foot in it. Again. She questioned his motives, and called him a liar. Again.

And he still wants to go to bed with her? Is he insane?

Her body molds to his, and she nips at his earlobe, the feel of his hands and his mouth sending waves of heat through her skin, washing away some of the tension and some of the fear.

He seems to be OK with all those things, if the hands on her backside are anything to go by. His mouth presses to the pulse point on her neck, and he slips a leg between hers.

'Best way to move past it,' he murmurs.

It probably doesn't make any sense, but compared to the last ten minutes he reckons it's a bastion of sanity. His fingers stroke her arse, and then a couple start pulling her dressing gown up a bit, looking for some skin.

'Gene, I'm serious.' It's hard to tell with her laughing like she is, moaning softly and lifting her chin to give him all the room he needs.

'It's my turn to say "wait, I'm not ready yet." I don't want to seem fickle, but that was -- that was difficult for me.'

Edited 2012-07-13 23:52 (UTC)

'Mmm. OK.'

He's not going to argue with that, even if it seems like she isn't exactly hating what he's doing. So he pulls his leg back, and stands straight, but does kiss her again.

'I might sleep a bit. Or try. Lunch'll probably be an hour yet.'

The implication being, she's welcome to join him if she likes.

'Well, I wouldn't mind relaxing for awhile.' Another kiss tells him she can be persuaded. 'And a nap sounds wonderful right about now.'

She urges him gently towards the bed, her hands gentle on his chest.

'But you have to behave yourself. At least until lunch arrives, and then we can renegotiate.'

'Bloody hell, we're not working to a contract.'

It's a lighthearted tease. He pulls his towel off, and slings it in the direction of the chair before climbing into bed. No need for shyness any more, she's already seen what he's got.

'I'll behave. C'mere.'

Her eyes go wide for a moment, and she bites her lip, giving a quiet sound of appreciation under her breath.

When in Rome. Her hands undo the tie of her robe and she lets it fall off her shoulders. She leaves it draped over the unoccupied bed, and follows him, not exactly shy, but still wary.

'Scoot over a bit, love.'

Her libido whinges at her in the back of her mind, but she knows it's right to wait. That was an ugly little detour into both of their true fears, and she wants him to know, she's not doing this out of desperation.

He does as asked, and leaves an arm extended so she can lie against him and get spooned, if she likes. The outpouring of emotion there has left him drained, and it's heavenly to relax back and stretch out, eyelids already getting heavy. For the first time since getting here, he has the idea he might sleep without effort.

Still, he checks out her too. He's not going to get bored of doing that any time soon. And he didn't miss the sound she made there.

'You're a cruel woman, not letting me touch.'

Teasing still. He's OK with it. He knows they'll be getting there pretty soon.

Spooning with him is precisely what she wants, and needs, really. It all goes back to comfort, and the basic human need to feel safe. The sex really does take a back seat to this.

The contrast of cool sheets next to warm skin is heavenly. She nestles close, wrapping his arms around her, and sagging with relief at the feel of him.

'You'll thank me later, love.'

Edited 2012-07-14 13:31 (UTC)

'Mmm.'

Probably will. He's been dying to have sex with her for so long, he might thank her every time.

OK, he won't. But he will be grateful.

'Go to sleep.'

He's already mostly there.

She nods, taking a moment just to revel in the feel of his body all along her back, the feel of his arms holding her close.

'You know... I know I sound desperate, maybe even mad. Still. But I meant what I said.'

Not just close. He folds his arms around her so tight, and fits himself so close his thighs mould to the back of her legs all the way to the knee, where his lower legs tangle with hers.

Definitely one hand on her breast though, and it's not planning on going anywhere.

'I know, luv.'

He kisses the back of her head, and shuts his eyes.

'Sleep.'

She nods, and grips him just as tightly, hooking one foot around his calf, one hand over his at her breast. The scent of him surrounds her, and yes, the strength of his embrace soothes away even more of the tensions she'd been holding onto.

One moment at a time, she thinks. One deep breath and she exhales, letting it all go.

It takes awhile for her mind to slow down enough to doze, but she gets there eventually.

OOM: 6620, #3

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