I don't know why, but it makes me smile when she says they're going to be watched happily. Like no matter what, she's going to like them, and there's just no doubt in her mind about it. It's kind of...breathtaking. In a weird way, I guess. Maybe I shouldn't find it so beguiling, but I do. The trust left in someone who's struggled like she has...
Anyway, not brooding, this is a good thing. And a nice night. No brooding.
And ignoring the way her top hugs her curves and those sweats hang in just the right way, might be a really good idea.
I pop in Casablanca and sit next to her on the couch, not crowding...but close enough that her scent plays in my nose, and I find myself taking a deep breath before pushing random buttons on the remote. "Umm...I'm never good with these things." I look at her apologetically, and hand her the remote, trading for the popcorn.
"Hot chocolate?" I ask, wondering if that plan go abandoned. I sniff the popcorn and think I'm probably right that this is going to taste like nothing, but I can try it anyway. Once she finishes with the TV, I hold up a piece for her. What? I can't feed her a piece of popcorn? That's got to be safe, right?
He sits next to me and I smile quietly, nibbling popcorn as he plays with the remote. I take the remote from him when he hands it to me and I smile, shifting a bit closer to him as I set the movie to play.
Angel asks where the hot chocolate is and I smile at him, pointing over to the table where two cups sit. "I brought it in with the popcorn." I give him a teasing look and set the volume to the TV, turning back to see him holding up popcorn to my mouth.
It takes me a moment to react and when I do I tentatively lean forward and take it, my tongue accidently flicking across his finger. I blush slightly and look down, tucking my hair behind my ear and shifting on the couch as the previews start to play.
This is a dangerous game we're playing. I know he's restraining himself, I am as well. We both want more than we'll allow each other to have...
Huh. Guess I was busy smelling...other things. Yes, other things that maybe I shouldn't have been so focused on, that I missed the hot chocolate. We'll have to have some of that later.
Uh. Okay, maybe not so safe. Just a little brush of her tongue and I a) want her to do it again, and b) want more than just a little lick. This isn't good. I watch it disappear into her mouth, schooling myself not to look at her throat when she swallows.
"This is your favorite kind, huh?" I say, still keeping hold of the popcorn bowl, fishing out another piece and holding it up for her. Glutton for punishment.
I scoot a little closer as the the opening credits start, trying not to be too obvious, and again watching her carefully as she takes the popcorn from my fingers.
"Yeah, it is," I murmur, fighting the blush that wants to color my face. "I love the sweet and salty taste..." This is turning into a whole nother conversation and I don't know where it's going to lead.
Ignoring the feeling in the back of my mind I inch closer to him as he does me and I hear the first lines of the movie as I take another bite of popcorn from his fingers.
Failing at the effort for sexy, I dip my hand in the bowl and place a piece at Angel's lips, waiting for him to take it. I look away and blush, swallowing the piece I was chewing on. "I t-think I started thinking it was sexy but it ended up...dorky." and dumb. I start to move my hand away from his lips, no longer able to fight the automatic action to blush so deeply.
It's cute the way she blushes when she describes the taste. That's enough to take the edge off. She's just so...adorable. I smile, fishing out the next piece.
The next piece, which is just as sexy as the first, my fingers involuntarily brushing her lips. She doesn't seem quite so pleased and dives in to pick out a piece...for me. Oh. I'm startled for a minute, not used to people thinking that I eat much - in the way of human food - and it takes me a second before I realize she's feeling awkward and is about to pull her hand away.
Fingers curling around her wrist too fast to be human, but gently so I don't scare her, I bring the morsel back to my mouth, teasing it away from her fingers with my tongue. Crunching away at it, I slowly let her wrist go, dropping my hand back to hold the popcorn bowl. "Another?" I ask, digging into the bowl for another piece to feed her.
I feel his fingers around my wrist and I watch quietly as he takes it from me. "Oh..." I bite my bottom lip and keep my eyes trained on his face, wondering if his lips will taste sweet or salty like mine.
He's dangerous...He makes me think and feel things that I shouldn't...But I want to. All my mind wants to do is remember how his body felt against mine.
Timidly I take another bite from him, feeling the tip of his finger against my tongue. "Warm popcorn is good..." Why are you such a dork girl? You're a college studient, not in fifth grade.
"It's good," I comment, leaning in and kissing him lightly before reaching into the bowl to pick out another piece. I brush my hair from my eyes and shift a bit closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder comfortably. Without realizing it, I reach over for his hand, but I don't let go.
"Better than cold popcorn," I say trying to cover up a little happy sigh at the touch of her tongue against my fingertip.
Oh. And there she goes surprising me again. I barely have time to kiss back before she's back at the popcorn, popping another piece in her mouth. Definitely more sweet, I think as I lick my lips, getting the slight taste from her kiss.
Scooting a little closer - as if there's closer to scoot - I smile when I feel her head lie on my shoulder. Feels nice, having someone...specific leaning on me. My fingers twine with hers when she reaches for my hand and it all feels very date-like with the movie and the popcorn. Is this a date? Is she expecting something from me? I mean, I know we said slow, but... Who knows? Girls are crazy sometimes. Not that I think Tara's like that, but still... Maybe I should be more careful about sending weird signals. If I am sending signals. Am I?
I rummage through the popcorn as the movie continues and pop a few pieces absently into my mouth, not really thinking that I'm eating, just needing a distraction from my thoughts. "Comfortable?" I ask her quietly.
Our bodies get closer and I find myself just melting into him, relaxing and watching the movie but finding myself not being able to pay attention with the feel of his body against me.
This scares me, it scares me more than anything I have ever felt before. I don't feel love or anything like that, I don't think I'll ever let my guard down enough to feel that way about anyone. But I feel safe, I feel safe enough around Angel to relax. Not enough to tell him my secret, but enough to feel like I can be a normal girl.
Yes, a normal girl who's really a demon and treats her demon...friend? - like he's human.
The movie plays on and I close my eyes for a moment, finding myself relaxing into him even more. His voice breaks my thoughts and I tip my head up to him, breathing in the scent of his aftershave. "Very," I whisper, moving my hand up and gently touching his face, brushing a piece of popcorn from his cheek. "Never been this comfortable with someone before," I confess.
I find myself moving towards him and I lean up and kiss him gently even though I try to resist. I shouldn't have to feel that way around him, so I don't.
This is slow...There's nothing wrong with kissing someone you're comfortable with...There is nothing wrong with this.
Her breath is warm on my face, and when my eyes find hers, there's no where else I want to be looking. Without thinking, I lean into her touch. It's always the tenderness that gets me. Startles me. Surprises me in a good way. "Good," I murmur before brain function settles in. "Not good, I mean..." I give her an apologetic dorky smile. "I meant, I'm glad you're comfortable."
I see her head tilting and it's easy to move into her kiss. I barely have to think, my body just reacts, knows what it wants. My hands seem to know to splay at her waist, spreading wide to feel the entire dip and curve from hip to her ribcage.
The kiss is slow, lingering, and I find myself not caring so much about not doing it, only not doing too much. I'm sure we'll know if we get too close to a line that can't be crossed. I kiss her back, tongue dipping in, slipping out. Hand sliding over and down that sweet curve...over her hip, and it's hard not to pull on her hip and tug her into my lap. "Tara," I murmur softly between kisses, just wanting to hear the sound of her name. Which is when I notice my hand is splayed, under her shirt.
For a man that's older, wiser and a lot more reserved than I am, he has a big part of him that becomes a dork at the most random times. It's one of the things that I adore about him; his ability to relax around me; it makes me do the same.
I feel his hand on my hip and the coolness of his skin comes through my shirt and I feel him pull me to him. I find myself on his lap, my knees on either side of his hips as our kisses continue. I hear him whisper my name and I kiss him harder, feeling his hand on my bare skin. This should scare me. But it doesn't.
"Angel," I whisper against his lips, swallowing hard as I shift over him. "I know t-that...there's a stopping point." Biting my lip, I lean back to meet his eyes. "Don't stop; not yet." My eyes stay on his and I think I see the same thing in his eyes that lives in mine. Do we both want this? Or am I becoming all the things they said I really was...
Oh, that definitely feels much nicer. Her knees are snug against my hips and it feels...damn good. So damn good I have to fight the urge to flex my hips up against her. Her mouth is a good enough distraction, and I keep tasting her, kissing her, coaxing her to give me more. Which she does, her kisses turning more ardent as my hand feels bare skin beneath it.
I kiss her light and swift after she says my name. It sounds wonderful coming off her lips. Like a plea and a prayer and something really, really good. That she likes. "Not yet," I agree. "You feel too good," I murmur, grateful that she wants more *and* that she wants to stop, eventually.
My fingers slide along her back, fingers dancing over her spine. "Will you let me see you?" I ask quietly, not pushing, just asking, skimming my fingers across the hem of her tank. "It's okay if you're not ready, if it's too soon," I murmur against her jaw, kissing her there in feather-light kisses.
My head is spinning so fast I can barely keep up with my heartbeat, his fingers are on my skin and it feels almost as if I should be shying away. What feels good is always bad; my father tried to beat it into me.
Angel starts agreeing with me and I feel relieved, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers trail over my skin, his lips finding mine again and again. "I'm glad..."
I arch up when I feel his fingers against my spine, his lips trailing away from my lips to my jaw, inches from that spot on my neck that she always told me made me purr. "It's..." I find myself blushing and pressing my body closer to his, aching to feel more skin against mine. "Nobody's ever cared to look," I tell him finally, pulling back to hide behind my hair again. "You see me," I whisper my admission, meaning so much more than a few inches of skin. He does, it's scary and wonderful but he see's parts of me that nobody ever has.
My fingers encourage her after she presses against me. So responsive, this girl.
I feel the hesitation warring with her want to have more, keep going after my words. I wait patiently for the words to come out, still kissing her jaw, her throat lightly, while she presses against me.
It's not until she pulls away that I see there's more a fear of the physical intimacy. My fingers leave her back and reach for her chin, tilting it up to meet my eyes gently. The same fingers lightly dance over her cheek, brushing her hair so I can see what she wants me to see. It makes something inside me soften to hear her say I see her. Something that hasn't felt that way in a long time.
My fingers curl over her cheek, brushing my fingers there softly. "There's so much to see, why wouldn't I want to see it all?" I murmur, my lips finding hers again, kissing her slow and deep before pulling back to look at her, eyes slipping deep into hers. This is bad, this is so bad. Falling too quick, Ang.
Leaning my forehead against hers, my fingers slide under her shirt again feeling warm skin at her waist, and I find myself not caring about falling too quickly.
Every time I'm unsure of my footing here he's there to catch me, make me see things differently and not just the way that's been beaten into me all these years.
"Never thought of it that way," I reply, whispering softly to his words, a small smile quirks my lips as I look at him. "I want to s-see you." He's as much a mystery to me as I am to him and as much as I'm scared of what he'll find beneath the layers, I want to see his layers. There's just so much.
There's an urge inside of me to cover his hands and pull my tank top over my head, but reservation keeps me from doing so. Instead, my fingers reach out and touch his face, trailing slowly down his jaw and neck, past his chest 'til my fingers touch the edge of his shirt.
"I w-want...I want to see you too..." I dip my head down and find his lips again, kissing him harder than before as I feel my back arch up to press my body to his again. "Yes, Angel."
Anyway, not brooding, this is a good thing. And a nice night. No brooding.
And ignoring the way her top hugs her curves and those sweats hang in just the right way, might be a really good idea.
I pop in Casablanca and sit next to her on the couch, not crowding...but close enough that her scent plays in my nose, and I find myself taking a deep breath before pushing random buttons on the remote. "Umm...I'm never good with these things." I look at her apologetically, and hand her the remote, trading for the popcorn.
"Hot chocolate?" I ask, wondering if that plan go abandoned. I sniff the popcorn and think I'm probably right that this is going to taste like nothing, but I can try it anyway. Once she finishes with the TV, I hold up a piece for her. What? I can't feed her a piece of popcorn? That's got to be safe, right?
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Angel asks where the hot chocolate is and I smile at him, pointing over to the table where two cups sit. "I brought it in with the popcorn." I give him a teasing look and set the volume to the TV, turning back to see him holding up popcorn to my mouth.
It takes me a moment to react and when I do I tentatively lean forward and take it, my tongue accidently flicking across his finger. I blush slightly and look down, tucking my hair behind my ear and shifting on the couch as the previews start to play.
This is a dangerous game we're playing. I know he's restraining himself, I am as well. We both want more than we'll allow each other to have...
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Uh. Okay, maybe not so safe. Just a little brush of her tongue and I a) want her to do it again, and b) want more than just a little lick. This isn't good. I watch it disappear into her mouth, schooling myself not to look at her throat when she swallows.
"This is your favorite kind, huh?" I say, still keeping hold of the popcorn bowl, fishing out another piece and holding it up for her. Glutton for punishment.
I scoot a little closer as the the opening credits start, trying not to be too obvious, and again watching her carefully as she takes the popcorn from my fingers.
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Ignoring the feeling in the back of my mind I inch closer to him as he does me and I hear the first lines of the movie as I take another bite of popcorn from his fingers.
Failing at the effort for sexy, I dip my hand in the bowl and place a piece at Angel's lips, waiting for him to take it. I look away and blush, swallowing the piece I was chewing on. "I t-think I started thinking it was sexy but it ended up...dorky." and dumb. I start to move my hand away from his lips, no longer able to fight the automatic action to blush so deeply.
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The next piece, which is just as sexy as the first, my fingers involuntarily brushing her lips. She doesn't seem quite so pleased and dives in to pick out a piece...for me. Oh. I'm startled for a minute, not used to people thinking that I eat much - in the way of human food - and it takes me a second before I realize she's feeling awkward and is about to pull her hand away.
Fingers curling around her wrist too fast to be human, but gently so I don't scare her, I bring the morsel back to my mouth, teasing it away from her fingers with my tongue. Crunching away at it, I slowly let her wrist go, dropping my hand back to hold the popcorn bowl. "Another?" I ask, digging into the bowl for another piece to feed her.
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He's dangerous...He makes me think and feel things that I shouldn't...But I want to. All my mind wants to do is remember how his body felt against mine.
Timidly I take another bite from him, feeling the tip of his finger against my tongue. "Warm popcorn is good..." Why are you such a dork girl? You're a college studient, not in fifth grade.
"It's good," I comment, leaning in and kissing him lightly before reaching into the bowl to pick out another piece. I brush my hair from my eyes and shift a bit closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder comfortably. Without realizing it, I reach over for his hand, but I don't let go.
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Oh. And there she goes surprising me again. I barely have time to kiss back before she's back at the popcorn, popping another piece in her mouth. Definitely more sweet, I think as I lick my lips, getting the slight taste from her kiss.
Scooting a little closer - as if there's closer to scoot - I smile when I feel her head lie on my shoulder. Feels nice, having someone...specific leaning on me. My fingers twine with hers when she reaches for my hand and it all feels very date-like with the movie and the popcorn. Is this a date? Is she expecting something from me? I mean, I know we said slow, but... Who knows? Girls are crazy sometimes. Not that I think Tara's like that, but still... Maybe I should be more careful about sending weird signals. If I am sending signals. Am I?
I rummage through the popcorn as the movie continues and pop a few pieces absently into my mouth, not really thinking that I'm eating, just needing a distraction from my thoughts. "Comfortable?" I ask her quietly.
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This scares me, it scares me more than anything I have ever felt before. I don't feel love or anything like that, I don't think I'll ever let my guard down enough to feel that way about anyone. But I feel safe, I feel safe enough around Angel to relax. Not enough to tell him my secret, but enough to feel like I can be a normal girl.
Yes, a normal girl who's really a demon and treats her demon...friend? - like he's human.
The movie plays on and I close my eyes for a moment, finding myself relaxing into him even more. His voice breaks my thoughts and I tip my head up to him, breathing in the scent of his aftershave. "Very," I whisper, moving my hand up and gently touching his face, brushing a piece of popcorn from his cheek. "Never been this comfortable with someone before," I confess.
I find myself moving towards him and I lean up and kiss him gently even though I try to resist. I shouldn't have to feel that way around him, so I don't.
This is slow...There's nothing wrong with kissing someone you're comfortable with...There is nothing wrong with this.
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Well, oh.
Her breath is warm on my face, and when my eyes find hers, there's no where else I want to be looking. Without thinking, I lean into her touch. It's always the tenderness that gets me. Startles me. Surprises me in a good way. "Good," I murmur before brain function settles in. "Not good, I mean..." I give her an apologetic dorky smile. "I meant, I'm glad you're comfortable."
I see her head tilting and it's easy to move into her kiss. I barely have to think, my body just reacts, knows what it wants. My hands seem to know to splay at her waist, spreading wide to feel the entire dip and curve from hip to her ribcage.
The kiss is slow, lingering, and I find myself not caring so much about not doing it, only not doing too much. I'm sure we'll know if we get too close to a line that can't be crossed. I kiss her back, tongue dipping in, slipping out. Hand sliding over and down that sweet curve...over her hip, and it's hard not to pull on her hip and tug her into my lap. "Tara," I murmur softly between kisses, just wanting to hear the sound of her name. Which is when I notice my hand is splayed, under her shirt.
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I feel his hand on my hip and the coolness of his skin comes through my shirt and I feel him pull me to him. I find myself on his lap, my knees on either side of his hips as our kisses continue. I hear him whisper my name and I kiss him harder, feeling his hand on my bare skin. This should scare me. But it doesn't.
"Angel," I whisper against his lips, swallowing hard as I shift over him. "I know t-that...there's a stopping point." Biting my lip, I lean back to meet his eyes. "Don't stop; not yet." My eyes stay on his and I think I see the same thing in his eyes that lives in mine. Do we both want this? Or am I becoming all the things they said I really was...
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I kiss her light and swift after she says my name. It sounds wonderful coming off her lips. Like a plea and a prayer and something really, really good. That she likes. "Not yet," I agree. "You feel too good," I murmur, grateful that she wants more *and* that she wants to stop, eventually.
My fingers slide along her back, fingers dancing over her spine. "Will you let me see you?" I ask quietly, not pushing, just asking, skimming my fingers across the hem of her tank. "It's okay if you're not ready, if it's too soon," I murmur against her jaw, kissing her there in feather-light kisses.
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Angel starts agreeing with me and I feel relieved, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers trail over my skin, his lips finding mine again and again. "I'm glad..."
I arch up when I feel his fingers against my spine, his lips trailing away from my lips to my jaw, inches from that spot on my neck that she always told me made me purr. "It's..." I find myself blushing and pressing my body closer to his, aching to feel more skin against mine. "Nobody's ever cared to look," I tell him finally, pulling back to hide behind my hair again. "You see me," I whisper my admission, meaning so much more than a few inches of skin. He does, it's scary and wonderful but he see's parts of me that nobody ever has.
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I feel the hesitation warring with her want to have more, keep going after my words. I wait patiently for the words to come out, still kissing her jaw, her throat lightly, while she presses against me.
It's not until she pulls away that I see there's more a fear of the physical intimacy. My fingers leave her back and reach for her chin, tilting it up to meet my eyes gently. The same fingers lightly dance over her cheek, brushing her hair so I can see what she wants me to see. It makes something inside me soften to hear her say I see her. Something that hasn't felt that way in a long time.
My fingers curl over her cheek, brushing my fingers there softly. "There's so much to see, why wouldn't I want to see it all?" I murmur, my lips finding hers again, kissing her slow and deep before pulling back to look at her, eyes slipping deep into hers. This is bad, this is so bad. Falling too quick, Ang.
Leaning my forehead against hers, my fingers slide under her shirt again feeling warm skin at her waist, and I find myself not caring about falling too quickly.
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"Never thought of it that way," I reply, whispering softly to his words, a small smile quirks my lips as I look at him. "I want to s-see you." He's as much a mystery to me as I am to him and as much as I'm scared of what he'll find beneath the layers, I want to see his layers. There's just so much.
There's an urge inside of me to cover his hands and pull my tank top over my head, but reservation keeps me from doing so. Instead, my fingers reach out and touch his face, trailing slowly down his jaw and neck, past his chest 'til my fingers touch the edge of his shirt.
"I w-want...I want to see you too..." I dip my head down and find his lips again, kissing him harder than before as I feel my back arch up to press my body to his again. "Yes, Angel."
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