Voyeurism [4/7]
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May 24 2010, 10:09:27 UTC
She felt the butterflies burst in her stomach, felt the explosion of excitement, and she looked down at her lap coyly though her broad smile was not missed by Alfred. He just squeezed her hand again and she glanced up from beneath her lashes.
"I like when you say that," she stated with a smile, her voice soft. "No one has ever complimented me like you have." he chuckled, letting go of her hand and leaning forward a bit across the table.
"Why not? It doesn't look like you don't deserve compliments..." he raised his brows and she just shrugged, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear and looking away coyly from him again.
"Well, Kiku doesn't..." it's almost hard to say but she manages to choke it out, "like me much. I don't think. Nor does he really like to give compliments." she can't even remember a time where he would say something nice about her. Sometimes there would be a pat on the head, a nod of approval, but just those gestures alone always left her glowing and swelling with pride. Just making Kiku happy made her happy.
It was a sad life she lived. But she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Hum," Alfred clicked his tongue, taking her hand again and toying with it idly. "That doesn't seem very fair. But Kiku isn't the kind of guy to really do that, yeah? I mean, I've noticed that about him anyways." he nodded, so sure of his words, before catching her gaze again, his head tilted. He just smiled at her and she blushed.
"You're so shy," he tugged on her hand, leaning over the table, close to her. She lifts her face, her lips inches away from his once more, and she just blinks up at him, this foreign man with his blue eyes.
"I'm just... I'm not used to this sort of treatment," she replied, her words a strained whisper. He just smiled, brushing a few strands out of her hair and she leans closer, leans into that warm touch, wanting to feel those finger tips brush along her skin once more. Just feeling his touch sent another thrill of excitement shooting down her spine, into the pit of her stomach which clenched with anxiety.
"Well, come home with me and I'll treat ya like how you should be treated," he smiled, lips brushing over hers as he spoke and she nearly melted.
"H-how would you treat me...?" she murmured, staring up at him, determined not to break his gaze, not to flush. She wanted him to kiss her so badly that it made her ache. She wanted him to hold her, to touch her, to show her what she was missing, to show her why Kiku was so interested in him and to fill her own curiosity in him.
"However you'd like," he replied, fingers running through her hair again. "I'd buy you whatever you like, cook you whatever you like. I'd give you as many compliments as you needed and they'd all be true. You really are cute, Tai." he smiled and kissed her lightly, almost teasingly. She leaned into the kiss, almost breathless, and he let his lips linger for a moment before he pulled away and they just stared at each other. For a few moments, they did nothing. She kept her face tilted up toward his, lips parted slightly, and he just continued to watch her before he pressed his lips to hers, not as hesitant as before.
He seemed to know that she wasn't going to pull away, that she wanted him so badly.
Continuing to lean over the table, Alfred cupped her face gently, tongue gently probing her bottom lip until she parted her lips all the way. And she let her fingers slide up and over his chest, his shoulders, almost curiously. She allowed them to explore this new territory as his tongue brushed over hers, as he pressed his lips closer with a sort of heat to which she responded by pushing herself closer as well. She let her fingers dig into the soft fur of his collar for a moment before they moved up to that curious blonde hair, which felt thick and soft in her hands. She gripped it tightly, liking this feeling, liking him kissing her.
"I like when you say that," she stated with a smile, her voice soft. "No one has ever complimented me like you have." he chuckled, letting go of her hand and leaning forward a bit across the table.
"Why not? It doesn't look like you don't deserve compliments..." he raised his brows and she just shrugged, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear and looking away coyly from him again.
"Well, Kiku doesn't..." it's almost hard to say but she manages to choke it out, "like me much. I don't think. Nor does he really like to give compliments." she can't even remember a time where he would say something nice about her. Sometimes there would be a pat on the head, a nod of approval, but just those gestures alone always left her glowing and swelling with pride. Just making Kiku happy made her happy.
It was a sad life she lived. But she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Hum," Alfred clicked his tongue, taking her hand again and toying with it idly. "That doesn't seem very fair. But Kiku isn't the kind of guy to really do that, yeah? I mean, I've noticed that about him anyways." he nodded, so sure of his words, before catching her gaze again, his head tilted. He just smiled at her and she blushed.
"You're so shy," he tugged on her hand, leaning over the table, close to her. She lifts her face, her lips inches away from his once more, and she just blinks up at him, this foreign man with his blue eyes.
"I'm just... I'm not used to this sort of treatment," she replied, her words a strained whisper. He just smiled, brushing a few strands out of her hair and she leans closer, leans into that warm touch, wanting to feel those finger tips brush along her skin once more. Just feeling his touch sent another thrill of excitement shooting down her spine, into the pit of her stomach which clenched with anxiety.
"Well, come home with me and I'll treat ya like how you should be treated," he smiled, lips brushing over hers as he spoke and she nearly melted.
"H-how would you treat me...?" she murmured, staring up at him, determined not to break his gaze, not to flush. She wanted him to kiss her so badly that it made her ache. She wanted him to hold her, to touch her, to show her what she was missing, to show her why Kiku was so interested in him and to fill her own curiosity in him.
"However you'd like," he replied, fingers running through her hair again. "I'd buy you whatever you like, cook you whatever you like. I'd give you as many compliments as you needed and they'd all be true. You really are cute, Tai." he smiled and kissed her lightly, almost teasingly. She leaned into the kiss, almost breathless, and he let his lips linger for a moment before he pulled away and they just stared at each other. For a few moments, they did nothing. She kept her face tilted up toward his, lips parted slightly, and he just continued to watch her before he pressed his lips to hers, not as hesitant as before.
He seemed to know that she wasn't going to pull away, that she wanted him so badly.
Continuing to lean over the table, Alfred cupped her face gently, tongue gently probing her bottom lip until she parted her lips all the way. And she let her fingers slide up and over his chest, his shoulders, almost curiously. She allowed them to explore this new territory as his tongue brushed over hers, as he pressed his lips closer with a sort of heat to which she responded by pushing herself closer as well. She let her fingers dig into the soft fur of his collar for a moment before they moved up to that curious blonde hair, which felt thick and soft in her hands. She gripped it tightly, liking this feeling, liking him kissing her.
When he pulled away, she was breathless, giddy.
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