Be my bad boy . . .
Waking up next to someone wasn't that big of a deal. It had happened before on plenty of occasions. Usagi slept over, Jiraiya sneaked in, even occasions where she simply fell asleep next to a patient. Passed out was probably more accurate.
She didn't startle awake when she felt a chest moving under her cheek. She woke up slowly, drifting to awareness. It's nice, having a heartbeat to listen to and something warm to curl up against. Her head is still pounding and her body feels weak. Chakra burn. Sasha was right, she's been pushing herself too hard. She collapsed into a puddle in front of a certain someone that she didn't want to ever see her as weak.
Because he's a complete jack ass. Even if he smelled nice.
There it is, the heart of her problem with Bro. The guy was a jerk, arrogant, irreverent, and incredibly annoying. She didn't understand most of the things that came out of his mouth. She usually wanted to hit him while talking to him. Or paralyze his vocal cords. That didn't change the part where she actually enjoyed kissing him. She let him touch her.
Of all the people to be attracted to. The first person since Dan where she actually felt physical attraction. What the hell did that say about her tastes or frame of mind? Bro was everything she hated about men. Arrogant, loud, and only interested in one thing. She wasn't going to sleep with some guy just because she was twenty-six and her body had it's own agenda. She'd already gone too far with him. This could only end badly, but she still found herself curled up in his bed, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She could blame it on loneliness or desperation. It was hard being a mother or leader to everyone but close companion to almost no one.
She shifts, burrowing in closer to him. This was a bad idea, and she would need to knock it off soon. Bro is bad news and she needs to keep her emotional and physical distance. If she had a bit of common sense, she would get out of this bed and move back to her own room. Her mental state is in question and she is playing with fire. But for right now, she enjoys having someone holding her.
Later. She'll end this later.
She didn't startle awake when she felt a chest moving under her cheek. She woke up slowly, drifting to awareness. It's nice, having a heartbeat to listen to and something warm to curl up against. Her head is still pounding and her body feels weak. Chakra burn. Sasha was right, she's been pushing herself too hard. She collapsed into a puddle in front of a certain someone that she didn't want to ever see her as weak.
Because he's a complete jack ass. Even if he smelled nice.
There it is, the heart of her problem with Bro. The guy was a jerk, arrogant, irreverent, and incredibly annoying. She didn't understand most of the things that came out of his mouth. She usually wanted to hit him while talking to him. Or paralyze his vocal cords. That didn't change the part where she actually enjoyed kissing him. She let him touch her.
Of all the people to be attracted to. The first person since Dan where she actually felt physical attraction. What the hell did that say about her tastes or frame of mind? Bro was everything she hated about men. Arrogant, loud, and only interested in one thing. She wasn't going to sleep with some guy just because she was twenty-six and her body had it's own agenda. She'd already gone too far with him. This could only end badly, but she still found herself curled up in his bed, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She could blame it on loneliness or desperation. It was hard being a mother or leader to everyone but close companion to almost no one.
She shifts, burrowing in closer to him. This was a bad idea, and she would need to knock it off soon. Bro is bad news and she needs to keep her emotional and physical distance. If she had a bit of common sense, she would get out of this bed and move back to her own room. Her mental state is in question and she is playing with fire. But for right now, she enjoys having someone holding her.
Later. She'll end this later.