Once a long time ago, I lurked around here and actually posted regularly. That time was a while ago, and I hope to God I've grown into a better (and more organized) writer. I find myself in a position where I will have time to write, and daily internet access, so I have decided to rejoin. Thankfully, starting fresh works wonderfully for me. I would like my author tag to be thewriterbear or just writerbear. Any of you who have been around for a while will likely remember me or my characters once I post more about myself and/or post more pieces. Without further adieu, here's my first piece.
Author: thewriterbear
Series: The California Five - Elizabeth
Challenge: Cotton Candy - #13 - Compromise
Rocky Road - #5 - bedroom
Chocolate Chip Mint - #5 - Vulnerable
Word Count: 314
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive themes
Title: For Him
Summary: Liz spends some uncertain time with her boyfriend, Andy.
I let myself fold into his embrace, refusing to believe anything but good about him. My nose tickled with the smell of his aftershave, and the spice of his deodorant. He murmured something that I pretended not to hear. Moments like this made me feel loved, and safe. No matter what the cost, I wanted to be in his arms.
I expected what happened next. It had become the cost of my safety, the cost of feeling loved. If I were to share in his embrace, in his warmth, I must give of myself. His hands began to wander into places I had once said no one would go. Those standards flew out the window a long time ago.
Andy knew what he wanted, and I let him take it. This was making love… or that is what I told myself. I needed this, I needed Andy. He made me happy, and he kept me safe. No cost was too high for that.
“C’mon, sweetheart, get it to it.” He slurred, “ Doncha love me?”
I smiled at him, and look into his eyes. I met my mouth with his and pulled him closer and closer. His weight pressed against me. I felt his hand wrap around my hip, and he dug his nails into my skin. I ignored the pain and continue kissing him. He liked that, and it pleased him. I liked pleasing him; it made me feel good enough. I knew he wouldn’t need anyone else if I could keep him happy.
“Oh, girl, you’re so…” He continued to talk, and I felt myself melt again into him. It wouldn’t be long before this would end and we wouldn’t feel as close, connected, and safe. I aimed to enjoy it while it lasted.