His legs wrap around mine an' he rolls over a bit more so I end up on top of him I'm glad his eyes are closed as otherwise things would be getting a little too intense about now. I like being on top of him though. I think maybe I should tease him for wearing too much but he opens his mouth and starts talking again. I'm probably going to have to kiss him to get him to shut up.
I’ve done this before, the asking room and board of someone for…services rendered. And it was good sometimes. But with you it’s comfortable. You don’t hang on me or prod me or try to make a slave of me. And you’re telling me you like me. Not…not anything more than that. His voice has gone deeper and he's blinking his eyes and swallowing. The air suddenly feels thick and my heart is beating fast. I really really like him. Is he going to say what I think he- what I hope he's going to say?
He looks up and says nothing. I look down and the silence stretches between us getting bigger and deeper. I realize he isn't going to say what I thought he was And am horribly and painfully disappointed. I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath. I don't want to cry Then the last thing he said starts repeating in my head. “But with you it’s comfortable. You don’t hang on me or prod me or try to make a slave of me. And you’re telling me you like me. Not…not anything more than that. I open my eyes and look down at him a little desperate.
"No you idiot, that wasn't what I was saying. I care about you more than just a bit!" Still can't say it outright. Especially now that i'm sure he doesn't feel the same way about me. And then the rest of what he said hits me. ...room and board of someone for…services rendered
I freeze for a moment and then ask very carefully. "What did you mean, services rendered?"
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Date: 2011-06-19 05:08 am (UTC)His voice has gone deeper and he's blinking his eyes and swallowing. The air suddenly feels thick and my heart is beating fast. I really really like him. Is he going to say what I think he- what I hope he's going to say?
He looks up and says nothing. I look down and the silence stretches between us getting bigger and deeper. I realize he isn't going to say what I thought he was And am horribly and painfully disappointed. I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath. I don't want to cry Then the last thing he said starts repeating in my head. I open my eyes and look down at him a little desperate.
"No you idiot, that wasn't what I was saying. I care about you more than just a bit!" Still can't say it outright. Especially now that i'm sure he doesn't feel the same way about me. And then the rest of what he said hits me.
I freeze for a moment and then ask very carefully. "What did you mean, services rendered?"