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[18 Mar 2010|01:20pm] |
The depth of his voice even made her stomach flutter. She wondered how long it would take her to yelp from the huge butterflies in her stomach just from sitting next to him. She imagined herself on a roller coaster with the biggest hills. Those ones that give you the feelings that you try to control with all of your might but it just never works. You just have to wait until you're at the bottom of the tall hill for them to go away, but you know in the back of your mind they'll just come back again and stronger because the hills up ahead were much bigger than the last. Sometimes there were loops and sometimes the tracks even went side ways, so there was no use in trying to stop the feeling in your stomach anymore. After the first fall, it was useless. Trying to stop the flustering in her stomach was useless after the first time she laid eyes on him. The first time, it was just a tug. A small, dull little baby butterfly, trying to tell her something. She ignored it and told herself it was just her being nervous. That wasn't the case at all. No matter how much she tried to be oblivious to it, it was pointless. A smirk filled her face as she giggled slightly at the beer that almost fell from his knee. He was cute the way he sort of fumbled it and quickly set it onto the coffee table. Still no coasters, but that was okay, she didn't mind. Maybe next time she'd bring some, just for herself though. She knew he liked the way he lived and she was in no position to try to change that. She never would, that would be wrong of her. If someone tried to do that to her, she'd be furious. However, she always seemed to leave something behind at this place. A shirt, a sock, a hair tie. It wasn't on purpose, but whenever she came to find one of those that she left, it was a comfort to her. Comforting to know that she knew in the back of her mind that she'd be back. She had to. Standing up beside him, she stuck her hands in the front pockets of her dress. It was one of those new fads that she found adorable, and being Eva, she was also in no position to be late on style. With a smile and her head held high, she moved in front of him to his door, her heels click onto the tile. Pumps her were obsession, and she kind of worried he'd think she was a little high maintenance, but really, she wasn't - she just enjoyed shoes. With her hand on the knob, she turned around to see if he was coming and then opened the door for him. "After you, sir!" Their communication was complex. They communicated through silence, through looks moreso than words. It wasn't that she minded, it was just different for her. She had a big mouth, she loved to talk and use her hands to express her words. But subtly, even though he didn't know this, he was teaching her the art of being silent. It was a nice feeling, and definitely something she was catching onto. And maybe silence was better than words. Maybe it expressed more than words ever could. Closing the door behind them, he began walking slightly before her, but she caught up. It only took a few steps, but still. A few more steps. And then a little more. It was silent. She looked straight ahead, peering up to him a few times, and over at a couple of strangers walking past. Biting down onto her bottom lip lightly, she moved her swinging hand to grab his and intertwine her fingers with his. They were soft and felt nice onto the skin of her palm. Maybe he'd hate this, but she'd try.
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She sort of mirrored him in the way he looked down at his feet, bowing her head but she just measured their steps. She tried to put hers in sync with his, it was a habit she always did with anyone she walked next to. Maybe even a little OCD thing. The shoes he had on were a bit worn, but she figured they were probably incredibly comfortable. That's how she felt about all of her college t-shirts that she collected. Most of them were so old and worn, but they were the most comfortable thing in her collection beside being totally nude. Her eyes slipped up to him from time to time before she fully lifted her head back up to scan the vicinity and distance of where they were. They stopped to cross a busy street; then again all the streets in New York were busy. She lagged a bit as she lingered onto the image of a dog being walked and how cute he was. And finally, she broke the silence. "I'm going out to breakfast tomorrow with Ale, if that's okay. It'll be early, I'll let you sleep in this time since you always do that for me." She never took for granted the time she felt him pull the cover up to keep her warm. The time spent rubbing her back so she'd fall asleep. It was all appreciated and wanted and most definitely needed. His quiet ways of showing he cared - she noticed. Maybe he didn't really notice what such things meant, but she did. She noticed every little detail. Finally, they had reached their destination. It wasn't too far, but it wasn't too short. Their walk was mostly quiet, and for once in her life she didn't mind the silence. Just being in his presence was enough, and that was something she had never felt before. It was ironic the way that smells were stronger and colors were brighter when he was around. She was more sensitive when it came to the touch and her hearing was way more keen. He brought out her senses by just being near her. When he wasn't? Everything seemed down and messy. "We can sit here.." And empty park bench. It was cliche, but her feet were killing in the shoes she had on. Okay, so she should've worn tennis shoes like him. There she went though, leaping without thinking - the way she always did it. The bench was fairly dry and really, she didn't mind if her butt got wet. It was just water, it would dry up. Sitting, she looked up to him, scrunching her nose. He wasn't sitting down beside her and it sort of confused her. He was just there, staring down at her. "Come sit down, it's not that wet!" She patted the seat beside her and scooted over some. Maybe her ass was too big for him or something. Or maybe he really didn't like the rain water.
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To say that she was taken aback by his gesture would be an understatement. In all honesty, she thought she was going to be the one who kissed him first. She wasn't sure when or where, but she was sure of it - sure that she'd be the one to go in first. She was frozen for a moment, her stomach was now at it's pinnacle. The car she was in on the roller coaster was going down it's biggest hill. She wanted to scream but only found herself silenced by his lips. By his touch. It was soft, tender almost. And sweet. The way he kissed her was more than just a kiss. She could feel it. It was flowing through her veins like electricity, as if she had just gotten struck by lightening. Everything he was feeling - about her, she could feel it at this moment. It sounded so crazy, like only something that could come out of the movies they made, but it was real. It was genuine. This was something she felt not only physically but emotionally and maybe even a little bit spiritually. A hand reached up for her fingertips to touch the side of his cheek. The other, she wasn't sure of what to do with so she let it rest on the bench. Her heart was pounding; it was beating out of her chest. She swore it was beating so loud that he could heart it. She wanted him to hear it. The moment she let go of his lips, she quickly grabbed his hands after he swiped it through his hair. She was looking up to him, really, with no expression on her face, just in her eyes. They were open and vulnerable. Taking his hand, she pulled him in closer to her only to place his palm onto her beating ventricle. She wanted him to feel what he does to her - what his action did to her. Biting her lip slightly, since she didn't have a free finger nail, she moved his hand, but still kept it close. Bringing it up to her lips, she over turned it so his wrist was facing upwards. Bowing her head down, her lips placed upon a patch of skin on his wrist, letting them linger there for a few seconds before lifting her head back up. She didn't look at him right away, in fear that he might've scorned her. It wasn't that she wanted to kiss him in a weird spot or try to be different, it was just that specific place where she laid her lips upon was the single most sensitive part of your body. It's the place where you can feel even the slightest touch from the tip of a feather to a strand of hair. She wanted him to feel it. Finally, she had let her focus look up to him. She wasn't sure what to do, time seemed frozen. Everything around them stopped as far as she was concerned. Was it okay to every do that again? Was this the go ahead that she could kiss him whenever she wanted? Was it a step up? A step down? Side ways? Criss cross? She didn't know what to think because silence bestowed upon them once again. What was there to say? What could she say? It was easier to look into his eyes anyways, they were piercing right through her.
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She didn't have all the answers. She never would. In fact, at this moment, she didn't have any answers. Not a yes, not a no. She couldn't confirm or deny. The only thing she had left to do was be. Be in this moment, live within his words and his touch. It almost felt like the same reoccurring dream she had, the one where he told her the exact same words, but within different settings and atmospheres. Standing up, she wanted to be near him. Closer than she already was. There were people all around, some who probably thought they were crazy, but she didn't much care. The only person who mattered right now was the man standing in front of her. The bottom half of her dress was damp. The once flowing linen was now clinging to the top part of her calves. It would've been an uncomfortable feeling had she not been in another alternate universe with him. He was always capable of bringing her mind to another place. Her head was dizzy, and she wasn't quite sure how to control her body, so she let it go. Arms moved around his neck, her hands cupped the back of it, scratching the his hair on the back of his head slightly. This had been the first time she'd been this close to him. The first time she had actually looked into his eyes so close. They were beautiful, and breath taking. She couldn't speak, for there were no words to be said. Ironically, as she held him so close, raindrops fell onto her cheeks, and then her forehead, and finally as she looked up to the sky for a quick moment her smile was widened. Focusing back on him, she began to laugh gently with wide eyes. Her voice was soft, and calm, for he made her feel that way. "It's raining." Within that moment, she placed her lips upon his once more. Her mouth opening slightly to deepening their connection. At this point, there was nowhere else she wanted to be. Although the butterflies in her stomach were enough to make someone sick and she couldn't even process a single thoughts, she knew in her heart that this was right. She knew that at this very moment, she could be anywhere within the world with anyone, but she knew this is where she was supposed to be - with him. This was where she wanted to be. Where she needed to be. And maybe he was still scared, maybe things were still going to be hard, but if he knew, then she knew and that's all the really mattered.
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