Who says cheerleaders aren't fun?

[frednotwinifred]

"Ya can say that again," I reply, moaning deep in my chest. You make me burn so easily, my body reacting almost instinctively to you. I've never felt like this before, not even with... Well, no sense in thinking of her right now when you're in my arms and oh God, what are you doin' to my neck

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[frednotwinifred]

I lick my lips as I watch you move across the room. God, you are the epitome of what a woman should look like.

I laugh and catch the hat, sitting up in the bed and putting it on, fitting it down low on my forehead and then pushing the brim up with one finger, my hand shaped like a gun. "Well little lady, I reckon I'll hafta take ya out 'n' show ya a nice time 'round town. Ain't nuthin' better than havin' a beautiful filly on my arm," I say, keeping up the accent as long as I can before dissolving into giggles myself. I sit up a little straighter, but kept the hat on. I wonder how I look in nothing but it and the sheet draped across my thighs.

"Besides, I don't ever want you to think that I'm ashamed of you or of bein' with you. I know this is all new to you, but for me, if you'll let me, I'll treat you the way a woman should be treated," I say more softly, looking up into your eyes and holding my hand out to you, hoping you'll rejoin me in the bed or at least pull me out of it along with you. I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm going to have trouble sleeping tonight without you beside me.

[seeingstar]

My stomach flutters when you say you want to treat me like a woman should be treated. "I think you've already proven you know how to do that!" I say, even though I know what you really mean.

I take your hand and pull you up and into my arms. Your skin is so soft and warm.

"Just to let you know, I've been accused of being high-maintenance." I flip my hair, then finger comb it back into place.

[frednotwinifred]

I glance at the pile of luggage you brought and cock an eyebrow and then look back at you. "I can't imagine why anyone would ever say that," I tease, smiling to make sure you know I'm just kidding you. "I don't mind. It's obvious to me you know how to get... dirty... when it's required," I say with a sultry husk to my voice.

I wiggle just a bit to fit my body against yours, your soft curves forming against my more bony figure and slide my fingers through your hair. "Besides, I've been called high-maintenance as well, just usually not about stuff like clothes."

[seeingstar]

"Really? Tell me about you," I say. "The high maintenance parts and the low maintenance parts, too. Just everything. I have a lot of knowing you to catch up on."

I catch your hand as you finish touching my hair, which--oh my god, someone who appreciates my hair!--and clasp it tightly in mine.

[frednotwinifred]

I blush a little at your enthusiasm at learning more about me. I can't say it's a common thing. "Well, most of my high-maintenance part comes from listenin' to me rattle on about things that probably don't make sense to anyone but me. And I get excited about little things like a wild flower growin' in a crack in the sidewalk and a really soft pair of socks. I know it's kinda weird, but if ya can't be happy in the little things, how can ya be in the big ones?" I ask rhetorically. "I'm studyin' Physics so I'm sure that's borin' to a lot of people but I really like it. Plus, I kinda would like to hold your hand when I want to and not worry about other people. I know that's a big thing for you 'n' I'm not gonna push it, just wanted you to know it's somethin' I like." I say, hoping it's not some kind of a deal breaker for you.