Comments | just_issues: (без темы)

watcher_pryce in just_issues

(Untitled)

Sep 12, 2005 08:49

Continued from Here

( Of caring and caretaking )

Back to all threads

watcher_pryce December 13 2005, 20:37:13 UTC

Sleep comes a bit easier this time around. I guess a festive round of retching and stumbling around blindly is pretty much exhausting. And I was tired already from the many nights of not being able to sleep because of the nightmares that would come to haunt me. And they weren’t always about my father. No, it were the ones that made no sense which scared me. The one that left me waking up and unable to breath ( ... )

got_the_spark December 14 2005, 07:24:45 UTC

I can't help but smile when he starts to come to it. Every time I see him looking at me and every time I hear his voice something happens to me. "I know your tired" I run my fingers though his hair. Can't see to keep my hands off of him one way or another ( ... )

watcher_pryce December 15 2005, 05:25:58 UTC

A smile slips out when he tells me he’s glad to be a sight for me. And sore eye not withstanding, he most certainly is a sight to behold. My god, could I sound any more besotted? What the hell happened here? And when did it happen? The had to be something before our impromptu shag at the firm. There had to be something there already. Yes, I thought he was attractive, that’s hard to miss. You’d have to be blind not to see that. And yes, I thought he was rather amusing and quick witted. And the fact that he went to get his soul willingly, did make quite an impression ( ... )

got_the_spark December 26 2005, 21:05:25 UTC

I smile as he snuggles up to me and tell me that he doesn't have the urge to run to the bathroom again. "Guess that'd be a good thing then." Feels nice as his hand move's about my chest and shoulder. Can't help the feeling I get when I feel his touch.

"Suppose I should sleep too. Just don't want to sleep too much since you have to be woken up bout every hour. Sides I got a bit a sleep already."

Can't help but smirk with his last comment. "Trust me love you wore me out. More then I thought could be done." I place a kiss on his forehead. And there I went again getting that feeling with him. Whatever the hell that feeling was. All I could do was think bout him. Could this even be real? Maybe I'd wake up and this would be a dream, nothing ever this good happens to me. "Almost feels like a dream." I mumble out. "You here in my arms, can't be real."

watcher_pryce January 2 2006, 09:34:25 UTC

He tells me he should sleep too, but he needs to wake me up every hour. And even though my head is aching and my face is throbbing, I’m not feeling dizzy or sick or seeing double things. The fact that my vision is blurry is due to the fact that I can’t wear my glasses at the moment. Or for a few days even, now that I think about it ( ... )

got_the_spark January 11 2006, 11:19:28 UTC

"Sure bout that one love?" I say in response to when he tells me that he doesn't think I need to wake him up every hour. Don't know what it was but the more and more I was with him the more I started to care bout him. Was worried and didn't want anything to happen. "Just want to make sure nothing bad happens to you." Although I'd be a bit glad if I didn't have to continue to wake him up every hour. Would be nice to just fall asleep with him in my arms and just be able to sleep for a few hours. Felt so at peace with him like this ( ... )

watcher_pryce January 16 2006, 12:00:11 UTC

Giving him a tired smile, I reveled in the warmth that spread from my toes to my belly to my chest. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to me. God how sentimental that sounded, so utterly sappy. But I didn’t really care, not right now. It sounded terribly sweet at the moment. His touch, his words, his voice, god, everything about him. How in the hell did I not notice this before ( ... )

got_the_spark January 24 2006, 07:23:16 UTC

Ok, he was sure of it. And of course he's had concussions before, should've thought bout that one. I mean look at his line of work, no way that he couldn't ( ... )

watcher_pryce January 26 2006, 20:17:59 UTC

“Yes we could,” I sighed happily when he planted another kiss on my forehead. I could easily become addicted to that quite fast. Or his touch, or the feel of his body so close by, his skin against mine, his touch, me touching him. Oh yes, that was quite a danger, becoming addicted to ( ... )

Back to all threads