OOM: 6620, #3

[the_gene_genie]

 
He holds the door open for her again, steps aside so she can go first. It feels like the right thing to do.

'Rats'll bring tea in a minute.'

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[the_gene_genie]

'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.'

[lady_bols]

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.

[the_gene_genie]

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.

[lady_bols]

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.'

[the_gene_genie]

'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.

[lady_bols]

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.'

[the_gene_genie]

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.'

[lady_bols]

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.