What is the weather like
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I reached up to the tips of my toes, but not even that brought me closer to him. He smirked, and I rolled my eyes... it's been years since I have had the company of a man. I had boys that were friends but not like that... he made me feel safe, or maybe it was the wolfsbane making me feel all fuzzy and alive with him.
"What is it that I am missing shorty?"
He asked while smiling.
"The part where you ask me if I want to have coffee, inside."
I say, tilting my head towards his house. He chuckles and shakes his head.
"Not what I was expecting."
"Then what were you expecting?"
I asked slyly.
"You know the part where the man walks the woman home, then there is that weird part where they both don't know what to say or do after they bid each other goodnight, then they just stand there, and finally the guy leans down and kisses the girl."
"Well, unfortunately for you, you didn't walk me home."
I say, turning around to walk away.
His hand grips my wrist, and I smile... as he pulls me back hard into his chest, looking at me in the eyes... I see it through my hazy state. I see it, the lust, it's there, but he just hovers. I caught my lip between my teeth, and he leaned down slowly. His hands run up along my arms until they reach my cheeks.
It's like I am in some slow-motion movie, or he is afraid he will hurt me. Very slowly he runs his thumbs over my cheeks, his hands so huge they could probably smother me in less than a minute. His gray eyes roam my face and the pad of his thumb grazes over my bottom lip. I dart my tongue out and lick the tip of his thumb.
But he just remains there, just looking at me. It's like he is staring into my soul, like he is trying to make out who I am just by looking at me. I gripped his shirt tighter. I am not even sure when I grabbed hold of him, screaming in my head just kiss me already... then… oh so slowly he leaned down further, butterflies fluttering their stupid wings in my stomach.
His lips brush mine and my eyes drift close, but the kiss never comes... I open my eyes, and I am staring back into those gray pools of his, his holding back, fighting against his instincts or maybe just teasing me. Then he draws back and smiles down at me.
"As much as I want to kiss you right now, I need to know if you are still interested in that coffee."
I smiled and shook my head.
"I don't do coffee... but I wouldn't mind some beer."
He smiles, takes my hand and leads me up to the porch, unlocks the door and holds it open for me.
"It's not much."
He whispers from behind me.
This place smells of him. Everything about it makes me feel at home. I walked further in and spotted a couch... plopping my ass down on it, I unzipped my knee-length boots and snuggled up on them. He laughed from behind me, then came to join me, handing me the beer. We talked about William. As soon as I felt comfortable enough, I told him everything.
Leaving out the parts with any supernatural beings, he nods and listens attentively. He is oddly too big for this couch and for a moment I wondered why someone as big as him would have a couch this small. My mind drifts off to a female companion and I shift in the seat. He catches the shift and lifts a brow.
"Something wrong?"
He asked
"I just realized, I don't even know if you're in a relationship or something."
"No, I am not. It's hard having someone in your life when you are in the army, and besides, I wouldn't bring you to my place if I did."
He said.
"You work in the army? You didn't strike me as an army guy, and men are cunning."
"Yes I do, I got back after two years yesterday, and what did I strike you as? As for men being cunning, I am sure some of them are, but I am not all men. If I have a woman, she has all of me."
That statement sends those damn butterflies in a frenzy again.
"A wrestler or a bodyguard."
I say shyly.
"I was a wrestler before the whole army thing... my mother is the overbearing kind. She always wanted everything to be perfect. I couldn't handle it, so I rebelled. An old friend of mine introduced me to wrestling illegally, of course, but I didn't care. For once, my mother didn't have a say about what I did. I told her I joined the rugby team in school, so every time I came home bruised or with broken bones she assumed I had been hurt on the field until she found out what I was really doing. Then she applied for me to join the army."
"Do you hate her for it?"
I asked, he took my feet and placed them on his lap.
"Cute toes. I did at first, but now I am grateful for it."
I laughed at the comment. He rubbed my feet, his hands the same size as my size four feet.
The simmering of earlier's almost kiss returned as he rubbed and kneaded my feet, a moan escaping my lips... his eyes on me.
"What is the weather like?"
Seriously? He was asking me about the weather right now? I frowned, scrunching my nose.
"The weather? I am not sure whether I understand what you mean. Unless we didn't just come from outside together, I'd say the weather is perfectly fine."
He smiled a sinister smile...
"Is it raining, drizzling or just dry?"
He asked what the f**k?
"Dry?"
I asked, and he burst into laughter... we sat in silence for a while...
"Can I ask you something?"
I asked after a moment of silence.
"Sure."
"If I have to marry William, I... Uhm... he can't... we... I... would you sleep with me?"
I was rambling.
"Do you want to share a bed with a stranger?"
He asked. This time he was the one with the confused look on his face.
"If you don't mind."
I whispered.
"I don't think I mind."
"I just... he can't be my first."
"Are you asking me to f**k you?"
My face turned red at the question. Wasn't that what I just asked him? Did he have to say it so bluntly? No man had ever asked me that question before, so I didn't know how to answer him. I lowered my face, not knowing where to look. I must seem desperate to him now. He placed his finger under my chin and lifted my face, so that I looked at him.
"I want to, so badly, but you're still intoxicated, and I do not want to take advantage of you."
He whispered.
"You won't be. I want this. It's not like you are forcing me into anything."
He shifted closer, pulling me down by my legs, so my back was on the couch.... he hovered above me, looking at me like he had when we were outside... his one f*****g gorgeous man. I'd rather he had it than smelly William. I blink once, then twice, but he doesn't move... his hands rest on my thighs, rubbing small circles... does he know what that is doing to me?
Then I am in his arms, I wrap my arms around his neck, and he carries me off to what I assume is his bedroom... he kicks open the door and throws me down. I bounced on the large soft bed...
"What is the weather like?"
What the hell is wrong with him and the weather?
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