Valentine's Day
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,381
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1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Part III
11.
Dawn breaks, pale light filters through the curtains. A soft hmmph and a brief shift of weight on the mattress from next to me reminds me I'm not alone. Izzy.
It's barely 5am as I stand in front of the window wearing my dressing gown. I never used to be a morning person, so why am I awake now? Yet another change, courtesy of my death. Looking at Izzy's nude form, I thank any god that can hear me that I can still perform -some- functions. That could have been awkward; "yes I think you're a sexy girl and incredibly beautiful, but you see... well, I can't get it up." Oh yes, that would have gone over like a lead balloon.
With another soft sigh, she rolls over to face me. That impish smile again. At least one of us has some pleasant dreams, I haven't dreamed in weeks if not longer. Most men, myself included, would perform insane acts to see that smile again. My heart would beat all the harder, if it still beat at all, when she used that smile on me.
I shrug out of my dressing gown and get back in bed, doing my utmost not to wake her. No sooner am I settled does she fling her arm across my chest and cuddle me like a lost teddy bear. Reaching up I gently brush her hair out of her face, making her give another little hmph of contentment. I smile. A genuine one, not my usual smirks or sardonic grins that have been my usual reaction. She probably doesn't even know she does it.
12.
Waking for a second time that day, I realise I'm alone in bed. Thinking the worst, I sat up and heard the shower running. Ahh, that's where she's gone off to. Pulling on my dressing gown again, I gather some clothes for after my own shower. What? I might be dead, but that doesn't mean I can't keep clean. Someone has been through my wardrobe it seems as I'm missing an old shirt.
The shower stops and a few minutes pass before she steps back into the bedroom clad in my missing shirt. It was fairly long on me and I am not exactly short, on her it could be mid-thigh dress. "Oh! You're up..." she says, a bit startled. "Sorry about digging through your things, but I needed to borrow something." She's blushing again and looking at the floor as if to divine the answer to life from it. Where is the little hedonist from last night?
I get up and pull her into a gentle hug. "That's fine. Did you expect me to be annoyed?" I ask. The bit lip and darkening blush say more than words alone.
Dawn breaks, pale light filters through the curtains. A soft hmmph and a brief shift of weight on the mattress from next to me reminds me I'm not alone. Izzy.
It's barely 5am as I stand in front of the window wearing my dressing gown. I never used to be a morning person, so why am I awake now? Yet another change, courtesy of my death. Looking at Izzy's nude form, I thank any god that can hear me that I can still perform -some- functions. That could have been awkward; "yes I think you're a sexy girl and incredibly beautiful, but you see... well, I can't get it up." Oh yes, that would have gone over like a lead balloon.
With another soft sigh, she rolls over to face me. That impish smile again. At least one of us has some pleasant dreams, I haven't dreamed in weeks if not longer. Most men, myself included, would perform insane acts to see that smile again. My heart would beat all the harder, if it still beat at all, when she used that smile on me.
I shrug out of my dressing gown and get back in bed, doing my utmost not to wake her. No sooner am I settled does she fling her arm across my chest and cuddle me like a lost teddy bear. Reaching up I gently brush her hair out of her face, making her give another little hmph of contentment. I smile. A genuine one, not my usual smirks or sardonic grins that have been my usual reaction. She probably doesn't even know she does it.
12.
Waking for a second time that day, I realise I'm alone in bed. Thinking the worst, I sat up and heard the shower running. Ahh, that's where she's gone off to. Pulling on my dressing gown again, I gather some clothes for after my own shower. What? I might be dead, but that doesn't mean I can't keep clean. Someone has been through my wardrobe it seems as I'm missing an old shirt.
The shower stops and a few minutes pass before she steps back into the bedroom clad in my missing shirt. It was fairly long on me and I am not exactly short, on her it could be mid-thigh dress. "Oh! You're up..." she says, a bit startled. "Sorry about digging through your things, but I needed to borrow something." She's blushing again and looking at the floor as if to divine the answer to life from it. Where is the little hedonist from last night?
I get up and pull her into a gentle hug. "That's fine. Did you expect me to be annoyed?" I ask. The bit lip and darkening blush say more than words alone.