Eavesdropping

Okay, no. She wasn’t that interested in him, or maybe he had just been a little too direct. She didn’t usually do this. Do what? Break into other people’s homes? Kiss a guy for more than five minutes to sell a ‘product’? There were many things he wished to say as a comment, but he knew very well that it wouldn’t help anything, and that if it was so important, he would make her elaborate later, but he guessed it was all of it. She suddenly changed the subject, and his brows raised a little. He took his hands up, almost as if he surrendered, as he told her, “I’ll do everything I can not to scream,” He honestly couldn’t promise not to scream. He had always been bad at jump scares. He watched how her eyes turned from one color to another which made his eyes widen. What? For a short moment, she looked sick, but the color changed to a supernatural lilac and almost shined in the indoor lights. Her now lilac hands ran over her hair and suddenly horns grew from her forehead, which almost made his jaw drop. Slowly he got up from his chair and crawled closer to inspect, “Does it hurt?” he wondered. He took her hand and rubbed it gently. Even though she had changed just right before him, there were simply things he couldn’t believe fully. He looked up from their hands, “Does the horns have a purpose?” he wondered and slowly reached up, curious about how they felt.

She shook her head when he asked if it hurt. “No, not really; it's like growing nails and hair; you don’t really feel it” she shrugged her shoulders. At least it wasn’t like werewolves when they turned into their form, how painful it could be at first. In a way, you could almost say that she was casting away her glamour that was making her look human as this was her standard form. Not able to hold back a soft giggle when he had to take her hands and rub them, almost as if he was trying to see if the colour came off. Which it wouldn’t. But she could understand the sentiment behind it. Tilting her head, she showed him it was okay to touch them. “Not really, I think; demons don’t look the same; some are downright scary, also depends on which ones you meet, how they grew up – just like humans, I would think”, she shrugged “you really stumbled into the most active region of supernatural’s,” she said with a smile as she looked up at him “just be careful, some of the creatures you’ll find here, won’t hesitate to kill you,” she said with a much more serious tone than before, then she returned to her human form shaking her head a little so she could get her hair back in place, “probably wasn’t what Felix had in mind when he told me, that I should just tell you that I wanted to, ‘play pretend’ again,” she said with a small smile  “not that I don’t find you attractive or anything, the kiss was really good, more than good really… I just, I didn’t want – you know, to assume anything” she finally breathed out as her tongue found her bottom lip for a moment before retreating again.

Johan looked interested as she explained how it was like growing hair and nails. She tilted her head towards her hand and the horn almost landed perfectly in his hand and he furrowed his brows a little, thinking and feeling in a very focused mindset. He mumbled a little to himself as she explained how it was different, just like when humans were raised. He let go of her horns and his eyes found her silver eyes. He laughed a little as she explained how they had gotten into the most active region. “Well, I don’t mind it,” he said but his sentence was almost pulled back immediately as she explained that some creatures wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. She turned back into her human form. He wished to ask her if there was something he should be aware of but ended up not asking. Another day maybe.
He laughed a little as she expressed how she was certain that Felix had something else in mind when ‘play pretend’ was said. Surely, Felix thought of much more. Then she suddenly started rambling about how she… Found him attractive and how she liked the kiss. “What am I supposed to assume?” he wondered and furrowed his brows a little. He knew very well that if he had a mini-Felix on his shoulder, Felix would tell him that he should have asked her if she would mind experiencing the good kiss another time.

Her eyes widened as he asked what he was supposed to assume. She wasn’t sure she understood what he meant, and for a moment, she just sat there staring at him. She hadn’t been unequivocal, but it wasn’t like she was a wizard when it came to connecting words to make them sound cool or anything remotely smooth.
“I–“ she opened her mouth and then looked down at her hands that were picking mindlessly at the seam at the end of the sweater's sleeves. “That I would like to see you again if you want?” she whispered; she had been very close to asking if he would kiss her again but chickened out as soon as her lips parted for the words to leave; she couldn’t get herself to do that, especially if he didn’t want to kiss her.

He noticed how she was picking at the seam of the sweater he had let her borrow. When the words finally left her, a smile spread on his lips. He could almost feel the small Felix on his shoulder that was whispering in his ear, and with no further thought, he leaned in. Everything happened quite fluently, he placed his hand against her jawbone and made her look up before he placed his lips on hers. He didn’t reply to her question, but on the other hand, he thought this was a very clear response. The kiss was inviting and curious, but yet short, “I would love to,” he replied. A little late he caught himself in his words, and suddenly got a shot of anxiety rolling in. Once again, the sweet, little Felix on his shoulder told him to man up, which was why he leaned in to pick up where he had left.

She had been looking down at her hands, almost as if they would give her the answer she was looking for. As his fingers caught onto her chin, a wave of unexpected heat travelled up from her pelvis to her stomach, her lips slightly parted as if she was going to say something, but if she had tried to, her words were swallowed by the kiss Johan planted on her lips. Her eyes closed immediately, breathing through her nose. As he moved away, her face followed, leaving her slightly hunched forward with pecked lips.
As he told her that he would love to, her smile grew wider, and she opened her eyes, just about to say that she was happy. But before she could, he once again kissed her before any words could leave her. This time her hands found the back of his head. Her fingers into his hair as she pulled him closer, almost inviting him to crawl over her and lie in bed with her.

When he moved, she moved, and the other way around. It was almost as if they worked in harmony. Her hands found the back of his head, her fingers running into his hair. A soft sigh could be heard, and he moved with her to lay down on the bed. Hovering halfway over her. He only had one leg between his. Now, it wasn’t really like he was scared of getting close, snuggling, snogging, cuddling. He parted his lips a little for her, either to invite her to deepen the kiss and if not, he would gently bite her lip to intensify the whole feeling. A hand left her neck to find her hip, letting it move in a cradling motion. Now it wasn’t because wanted to wake feelings in her that he had no experience in, but it could almost symbolize the movement of specifically lovemaking.

Everything was moving so incredibly slow, in the best way possible. When he parted his lips, she took his invitation and let her tongue explore his, and when she pulled back, his teeth found her lip, her brows pressed together, and a soft moan left her. She couldn’t even hear the voice telling her that this wasn’t her, that she wasn’t the type to meet a guy and end up in his bed not even an hour later. But there was something so familiar about Johan that it felt like she had known him all her life, which was a feeling she had never really felt before—added to the fact that she felt so incredibly safe with him.
Her hands moved to his sides before she tugged his shirt upward so her hands could find his back, her nails grew a little, and she softly let them run over his skin, feeling how he got goosebumps, with only made her go further up and slowly down again.

Johan was being gentle to Daphne because they barely knew each other and he had no clue of how her boundaries were, but it would be a shame to say that her soft moan didn’t affect him because it did. All of this felt so safe even though it was so new to him, not that he hadn’t kissed girls before in clubs and alike but having things going so quick and it being in his small habitat. He rarely managed to pull girls with him home unless they left shortly after or found Felix more interesting.
He felt how she tugged his shirt away, already getting goosebumps from the exposure of how his skin was so much warmer than the rest of the room. Her hands almost tickled as they found their way up his back and then let her nails run down his back, letting a soft, shaky moan leave him. The goosebumps spread and he opened his eyes, just a little, but only for a second before they closed shut again. A more contained hum left him the second time her nails ran over his back. It was quite incredible how much pleasure he could get from such a small thing. “You’re driving me nuts,” he whispered against her lips before he let his lips find hers again for a passionate and definitely confident kiss.

Something grabbed her stomach so violently that she had to gasp in surprise, and her fingers dug a little farther into his skin, that he was able to awaken such a feeling in her just by saying five words. His lips swallowed a moan, and she danced with him, intensifying the kiss and letting her hands get even higher up his back, letting her nails gently scratch over the skin. She felt like the world around them had gone quiet, that there was nothing but her and him. She moved her legs and let them fold around his hips, she wasn’t sure she was thinking at this point, and her body was moving on its own accord.

She hadn’t been able to get back to Felix for quite some time now; things at work had been hectic with everything happening. Blaise was back, and if she was being honest today, she was just in such a bad mood, so she had thought about what she could do. Her mother had been sleeping the whole day, so she had placed a soft kiss against her temple and placed a note that she was going out.
She walked onboard and saw Felix; wait, what was he lying on the floor? “What are you doing?” she asked with a higher voice than he might have liked, but she couldn’t help herself when he was clearly doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

He held his breath for a moment as she dug her nails deeper into his back, enjoying and taking in the feeling. A soft hum left him as his lips swallowed her moan. A minimal and almost shy whimper left him as her hands found further up his back. He was very much in a dreamlike state of mind, which he was kindly kicked out of as she wrapped her legs around him. His heart rate quickened, and it was almost as if he came back to consciousness. He wished to take a step back, chicken out almost. He wouldn’t be able to make sure that anything felt good for her. He probably wouldn’t even last long. His lips barely escaped her hand he tried to form words, but nothing left him, not even movements by his lips. One could almost think that it was simply to catch his breath, even so by how his eyes explored her face, nose, lips, and eyes. Almost as if he had the pressuring Felix on his shoulder, he leaned in passionately and let his other hand find the slightly difficult way under her shirt. Now, the Felix on his shoulder of course told him to go all the way and caress her breast, but for now, his hand stayed just by her ribs next to her chest, holding onto her as well as possible.

Felix was laying on the floor with his left ear toward the floor and listened to the moans and gasps that evolved downstairs. His fucking mate was going to get laid! Occasionally, he even allowed himself to pull himself closer to the tube down and simply hold his hair back so it wouldn’t blow his peeping. Now, Felix wasn’t someone who had a fetish or liked staring at others while they were making out or having sex, but Johan was something a little different – and Felix was quite drunk. So of course, he wanted to make sure that his mate wasn’t screwing up, even though he wouldn’t know what to do if something accidentally happened.
What are you doing? The words quickly made Felix look up with a completely red face from having had it upside down in the hole. The length of his finger instantly found his lips, while he as quietly as possible moved up from his position. He tiptoed over to her and put a hand up next to his face to share the ‘secret’. “Johan got a girl visiting and I’m afraid he is going to freak out or…” Beer could be smelled on his breath. He looked towards the hole shortly before he looked back at Penelope, “He’s a virgin, so ya’ know,” he said and shrugged a little. Sharing ‘big’ secrets.

He was so careful around her; it was frustrating in the best way possible, only leaving her craving for more. But she wasn’t sure if she could just be a one-time thing; what if she could live up to his standards, and he would end up ghosting her as she had heard from her friends that often happen. And as he moved and looked at her, she could almost feel the gears turn around behind that forehead of his; she wanted to ask if he was okay and if they should slow down. But then his lips found hers again; the passion behind it almost knocked her backwards. She finally managed to unlock their lips once more, breathing heavily against his. “Uhm”, she whispered, letting her nose gently touch his while keeping her eyes closed, taking in the sensation. “Are you sure this is okay?” she wanted to know, almost mentally hitting herself for that question, but she wanted to make sure – guys could feel pressured too, right?

Penelope clicked her tongue and closed her eyes for a moment. “Leef the chuffin lad alone, if ‘e fucks up, then ‘e learns from that as ‘ell”, she mumbled; now, she didn’t mind that she could smell on him that he was drunk; it only made it so easier for her just to lean in and let her lips catch his. “’a abaht we do summit else so ya can stop spyin’ on the poor Johan” she raised her brow as her eyes wandered on his lips before looking up, then she pulled out a bag of her pocket filled with already made joints. “loike smokin’ this on the roof,” she said with a softer smile “I even brought ‘omemade cookies” she pulled another bag out, then pulling a face “even if they ‘re a lil’ smashed up na.”

She managed to pull her lips away from his and a thoughtful sound left her. It instantly made the gears turn again, almost fearing that he had overstepped in some way. The way her nose touched his however made him close his eyes and calm down a little. The question she asked him however almost knocked him over, feeling like he didn’t know what to say or do. “Y-yeah,” The reply was hesitant, and he gave her upper lip a small kiss, but knowing already that his reply hadn’t been confident enough he didn’t push it further and therefore let his nose find hers, rubbing it kindly against hers. “I… I just don’t want to overstep,” he said with his eyes slightly open. “So, I guess the question is returned to you,” he laughed shortly, “Is this okay with you?” he wondered quietly. Besides, they hadn't really spoken about how far they wanted to go, and even though this could be sexually frustrating, he was quite confident about just snogging in his bed, but if they actually got undressed and... The gears started spinning again.


Felix opened his mouth and without even looking his hand pointed towards the ladder wanting to but her comment. Her lips then caught his and his eyes shut immediately while his hand sought to her hips to pull her closer. The accent she had was starting to comfort him more than confuse him. It was almost like being cradled – or maybe he was just drunk and completely and hopelessly in love with her. “We can do that,” he mumbled, not minding focusing on her rather than his best friend. He noticed how she pulled out a bag, and his eyes traveled from hers to the bag. It made him chuckle softly, nodding, though the calm expression was exchanged with a surprised look as she mentioned cookies, and his eyes found the bag, “You made cookies!” he cheered in a whisper. His hands found both her cheeks and he gave her a quick passionate kiss. “Alright!” he said, grabbing one of her hands before he started backing towards his room, so they could crawl up on the roof. On the way, he found a lighter in the kitchen drawer and a nice blanket they could sit on.

She didn’t think much about how he had stammered, somewhere, she might just have pushed it aside to the point that he was taken aback by how quickly this had escalated. Not that she minded it, far from, she just wished they were on the same page. Her eyes stayed closed, and a soft smile formed over her lips as she felt how he rubbed his nose against hers. How the hell had she been so lucky to have landed in his closet? She wasn’t sure that his friend would have had the same kindness to him, or maybe she was just reading him wrong because he was drunk. “I mean, yeah”, she whispered, finally letting her eyes open so she could look at him. “I have protection, I mean, if you, if you want to take it there” she could feel how her entire body was cringing over what had just left her lips, “I mean, not that we have to, might be...” she wanted to swallow her tongue and an almost defeated sigh left her lips and she let herself completely fall back into the bed letting her hands find her face before pushing her hair away.

She couldn’t contain a laugh that was bobbling in her throat with how easy-going he always seemed to be. She quickly followed along, but as they entered his bedroom it was like a switch flipped and she decided to pull him toward her instead of going with him upstairs. Somewhere between grabbing his face and moving her hands in an upward motion, she had dropped both the joints and cookies, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

A glad smile spread on his lips as she agreed that this was okay with her. The toothy smile closed as she opened her eyes and looked at him. The smile however disappeared completely as she spoke about protection. It made his thoughts run a thousand miles per hour. “Yeah,” he said with slightly furrowed brows as if he had been waiting for her to say it. “Oh, if you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” he then corrected himself as they had spoken a bit in each other’s sentences. A short laugh left him as she leaned further back in the bed and covered her face. “Wait, what’s going on?” he laughed gently and removed his hands from her body, with slight difficulty he gently grabbed onto her wrists and tried to open them up so he could look at her again. “Talk to me,” he said with a slight smile.

They didn’t get out of his bedroom before she managed to pull him into a passionate kiss. Once again, he was surprised but didn’t hesitate about leaning closer down to her, letting go of the blanket and then the lighter before he wrapped his arms around her. By pushing her a little backward, his arms could reach underneath her. He tried to lift her, failing a little in the process and therefore chose to squat down while he pulled her closer. Eventually, he would pull her with him down, so they were laying in his bed, with her on top of him.

As he laughed, she dared to peek through her fingers; she couldn’t help but laugh a little; his laugh was, after all, infectious. Letting him pull away from her hands with ease, she looked up at him when he asked for her to talk with him. “I’ve just”, she licked her lips. “I’ve not done this a whole lot”, she whispered, letting out a small breath of air. “Not that I don’t want to, because –“ she bit down her lip and pulled it inward for a moment. “I do”, she added almost breathlessly. “I just, I’ve only tried it once, and it wasn’t really that great”, she added, feeling a little embarrassed to disclose all of this, but he had, after all, asked what was going on. Her now-ex had tried to pressure her to do it again, only to leave her when she didn’t want to put out; after such a long relationship, it didn’t really build the trust you wanted. Then it was just easier to pretend that it had been something else that had made sure they would part ways.

She couldn’t help but laugh as he didn’t manage to get her up as he had wanted her to, not that it mattered, not as soon as they hit the bed and she was on top. Her hair fell out of the messy bun she was wearing, and suddenly she was happy that she had ended up putting on a light sunflower dress in light blue and yellow colours, and then a jeans jacket over. She quickly pulled off the coat, meaning they had to break the kiss. But as soon as she threw it on the ground, she leaned back in and caught his lips in a burning kiss. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him, or the comfort of him, maybe both. All she wanted was just for the pain to go away.

As she elaborated her reasons to hide away, he started to feel a small sense of guilt build up. The ways she explained that she actually wanted to go further only let the guilt grow even more. A short nervous laugh left him as she mentioned how she had only tried it once, and it wasn’t great. “I’m sorry… It’s not you I’m laughing of,” he said and leaned away, so he simply sat on his knees, supporting her legs if she wanted to untangle them. “It’s just… Then I might not be the right one to have your second time with,” he revealed and scratched the back of his head, “Not that I’m bad or some psycho who’s going to do something mean or odd to you, or well I don’t know if I’m bad-” he closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows a little. “What I’m trying to say is that… I haven’t had sex before,” he said making a gesture as he put the secret out in the room. “So, I understand if you don’t-” he cut himself off before he sighed while looking at her. This was nothing smooth like whenever Felix pulled a gal with him home.

To Felix, he always wanted to be extra if he could, and if it didn’t work, well then, he would know what he had to do better for another time, and they would get a little laugh out of it, as they did just a moment ago. She was quick to pull of her jacket, which made him instinctively start on his shirt. Fucking buttons. He should know by now that a t-shirt would be way better, even though the shirts were better to lure women in. They liked shirts. When she leaned back and kissed him, he had still been somewhat occupied with a stubborn button midway down, and therefore slowly angled his face better for the kiss. The hands that had been working on his shirt found the edge of her dress and slid underneath it, simply caressing her legs a little before he tightened his grip a little around the top of her thighs. With some difficulty, he pulled his lips away from her, “You okay?” he wondered slightly out of breath. One thing was that he wanted her, but another thing was how she acted usually compared to right now. Even though everything in him simply pushed towards him just taking what his body ached for, he was quite certain that he needed some kind of confirmation about how she was feeling. Besides from how she was feeling, he would also really want a secure consent before they got too far.

Her brows pressed towards one another, a little confused as he started laughing. Had she said something wrong? But before she could ask, he already disarmed that thought and told her that it wasn’t her. Not that her confusion was sated as he got up and sat on his knees. Yan untangled her legs and got up on a seating position watching how he explained that he wasn’t the one she should have her second time. Her confusion at this point only grew, but a laugh left her as he tried to explain that he wasn’t bad nor a psycho, not that she had thought that, but then he told her something that caught her off guard. He hadn’t had sex? She cursed at Felix, bastard; this wasn’t how you got your friend laid; what the hell was wrong with him. As he sighed, she smiled, leaning in, letting her hand find his cheek and slowly letting her thumb glide over his cheekbone. “Well, my first time was in the back of an old car; you have a bed; it already beats that”, she whispered. Then she moved around, so she was placed on her knees, finding his cheeks, leaning in and kissing him. “But maybe this isn’t the right time, not that I don’t want to, but I feel like we should at least know each other better before we take the next step if it's your first time”, she whispered “we can always ease into it, get to know one another, what we like, there is no need to rush it” she added in a low tone and kissed him again.

She could feel how he started to struggle, and when he pulled away, she started working on his buttons so she could get him out of his shirt faster. Then he asked if she was okay; for a moment, she stopped in what she was doing; her strawberry blond hair glided down her face as she looked up at him, clearly stunned by his question. For a moment, she wondered if she should just tell him, but that hadn’t been why she had come here. “Yeah, why?” she asked and pulled a convincing smile, leaning in; this time, her kiss was slow, caring and if not even more passionate than before.

She caressed his cheek and she explained where her first time had been, which made him laugh a little as she said it already beat it that he had a bed, and they weren’t in a car. He was about to joke about how it was on the lowest deck on the boat, but as she shuffled around and leaned in to kiss him, he chose not to, but focused on kissing her back instead. All of this still felt so safe. She then offered a solution which made him pull a smaller smile before a slightly embarrassed laugh left him and he shortly looked down before he looked back up at her, licking his lips with a short nod. She continued to explain how they didn’t have to rush into it, and it made his smile grow a little. She kissed him again, and he didn’t hesitate to kiss her back. His hands were almost already on their way to find her hip and the back of her head, but he stopped himself and pulled a little back. “And you’re certain that you’re okay with that?” he wondered. He wasn’t even certain that he knew what he meant himself. Did it simply mean that they were going to snog the night out, or was she leaving? Were they dating now? Were they about to lay down and talk about what they liked and didn’t like? Somewhere in the mess, he believed that she didn’t have to know more than to caress or scratch his back to please him.

She was almost stunned by his question. Something was definitely in the air. She asked him why which made him furrow his brows and about to get up from the laying position, only to be caught in a kiss. Even though it was against his old player morals, his hand found her shoulder instead of the back of her neck and pushed gently away until the kiss broke, and he could sit up with her. “Because you’re not being yourself,” he told her, letting his eyes shift from which of her eyes he looked at. His arms wrapped around her lower back so she hopefully wouldn’t just get off him and run away.

She nodded when he asked if she was okay with it, “yeah, I like the no pressure part” she hummed giving him a softer smile, now she could see if her aunt was finally coming, or she could just text that she would stay here until the morning if he would like her too, “would it be all right if I stayed the night?” she hesitantly asked “if you wouldn’t mind” she quickly added with a soft smile as her fingers glided down his cheek.

It knocked the air out of her when he pushed her away. She could feel a stab through her chest, twisting around as he then proceeded to tell her that she wasn’t behaving like herself. What the hell did he know about that, he didn’t even know her at all.
“Fine, then I’ll just go” she hissed in a low voice and pushed her arms off her so she could get down and find her jacket, she didn’t even care about the drugs nor the cookies she had brought.

Johan smiled a soft crooked smile as she mentioned how she liked the no-pressure part. His brows raised a little as she wondered if she could stay the night, “Yeah, certainly,” he replied, with less hesitation, “I would love you to stay the night,” he added with a smile. “Besides, it’s late,” he laughed a little, letting his hand find her hand on his cheek. “Even though I’m a night owl, we might want to go to bed soon,” he said with a wider smile. Now, going to bed didn’t mean they had to sleep, he wouldn’t mind spending hours with pillow talk, as long as it was with her.

Even though she tried to keep up her façade there was something so clear about the way she moved and spoke that things weren’t alright. Now, maybe they had only met a couple of times, but when you fell in love, it was simply just easier to see what provoked the person. Even though one should show their true self, one always wanted to show their better self and kept being very aware of what made one get a step in the right or wrong direction.
She pushed herself out of his grip and for a second he was a little surprised, but when she leaned down to grab her jacket, he was quick to get up, pulling at the jacket so she turned around and then threw his arms around her. “Don’t go,” he mumbled and did his best to keep her in his embrace.

She nodded with a greater smile forming over her lips; her thumb glided over his cheekbone as his hand found hers. “Sounds like a good idea; I’ll just text my aunt that she doesn’t need to get me,” she said, letting go of his cheek; she just turned around when he said they might want to go to bed soon. “Yeah, that might be a good idea,” she said as she found her phone and started texting a quick message to her aunt that things were fine here and that she would get back home tomorrow. Then she found her mother's contact and sent her a message as well, even if she was staying at the academy, “there” she said with a smile as she turned and looked at him. “you think you might have a t-shirt I could borrow as well?” she asked with a softer voice, staying at the edge of the bed.

As he made her turn around, a small sob escaped her nose and mouth, his embrace was comforting, but she was so scared to fall again that she had fought against it with everything she had. She couldn’t go through heartbreak again, not that people would ever feel it on her that what had happened with Blaise had ruined her. She had just been so occupied with her mother that she hadn’t given herself time actually to feel the effects of it.
After a while, her arms finally moved around him, and her head found the curve of his neck. Breathing him in and then she pulled him closer.

He nodded a little as she informed that she would just text her aunt. Now, maybe it was just him, but being in contact with his aunts and uncles weren’t something he did that much – and certainly not ever since him and Felix had run off. He let her take her time with her texts and looked back up at her with a kind smile as she announced that she was done. He looked towards his closet as soon as she asked for a t-shirt, “Yeah, certainly,” he said and got up from his bed and opened the spot where he had simple t-shirts. He one he found for her was a dark blue one with a Swedish band name on it. He turned around to her and handed it to her. “Do you need your hair braided? I also got an unused toothbrush if you want?” he said and pointed upstairs. The hair ties he had by his table, but mostly because he liked to fiddle around whenever he waited for something to load on his computer.

He easily heard the sob. He hushed her calmly, told her that he was here and could feel how she eventually wrapped her arms around him. He made sure to hold er close, gently letting his arm stroke over her hair. “Take your time,” he said and closed his eyes. On the other hand, he really wanted to know what the hell was going on. Of course, his first guess was that there was something with her mother, but on the other hand, it could be plenty of things. With his arms wrapped around her, he held her close while waddling closer to his back door, opening it so they could get some fresh air. When the door was opened, his hand found her head again.

She looked at the t-shirt he handed to her; a smile formed when she looked at the name, not that she knew what it said nor what it was standing for, but she liked it, maybe because it gave her an idea of who he was, which was why she ended a mental note about it, so she could look it up when she got home. He managed to pull her out of her inspection of the shirt when he asked if she wanted her hair braided; her hand ran over her dark thick hair “yeah, it might be a good idea, and having my teeth brushed would be absolutely heaven” she added before getting up from the bed “guessing we’re going upstairs, yeah?” she asked with a softer smile, for a moment a little awkward, one side of her wanted to kiss him again. Still, now standing here, the height difference was so immense that she couldn’t just walk over and pull him into one, and then there was the part of her just standing there waiting for him to go first.

As he moved her toward the door, she followed along with him the best she could, not wanting to let go. Standing there for a moment, she breathed him in, felt the warmth he provided her at this moment where she most needed it.
After a while of just standing there, she moved slightly out of his embrace, letting her nose stroke against his. “Sorry”, she whispered, not something she said often, but it was needed for this moment. “I’m a lil’ aahht of it these days”, she whispered, letting her forehead fall against his.

A kind smile spread on his lips as she mentioned that she wouldn’t mind having her hair braided and getting her teeth brushed. “Yeah,” he replied, nodding, gesturing to get upstairs. There was something in the air that told him that it wasn’t really the time for them to go upstairs, and while she stood there with his t-shirt in her arms, with her big dark eyes it felt like time stood still. The time only started because he took a step towards her, for a second, he hesitated, “Maybe-” he stopped himself from continuing. He nodded a little to the side, almost as if he was giving up on something. He then let his hands cup her face and leaned down to kiss her. He couldn’t really tell if he was reading her wrongly, but there was simply something about him that felt that they weren’t completely ready to go upstairs yet.

He let her take all the time she needed, and even more if she needed it. He looked down at her as she pulled away in a calm manner, closing his eyes shortly as he felt her nose against his. He calmly let her forehead meet hers. “It’s okay,” he said softly. The hand that had stroked her hair found its way to the corner of her jaw, “Anything in particular?” he spoke softly. If she hesitated, he would tell her that she didn’t have to tell him if she didn’t want to.