Close Call

For the first time in my life, I felt like I was actually not thinking at all. Not actively, at least. After a few seconds of enjoying her blushing face I leaned in to kiss her. At first, I thought she rejected me when she distanced her head a little - I was wrong. Luckily I was wrong, I might say. Cecilia took the distance she had and closed in a second, pushing me down on the bed. The kiss was different from the once before.

The last ones made me happy and lightened up my day for sure, but this one had me yearning for more. More of... Whatever we were doing. Without parting our lips, I fight my way back up to a sitting position and slowly start to notice that she is stroking over my back. Unknowingly if I was allowed to, I slipped my right hand under her shirt and began caressing her. Surprisingly, she stiffened up a little - then started moving up and down a little.

As I was still gliding over her body with my hand, I went along with her movement - decided to go up a bit every time she moved. The slow caressing moment suddenly ended when I reached her boob. It was like her tiny little moan managed to activate a switch in my head. I push her over, start to touch her more aggressively - my entire being was focused on making her repeat that moan. Just as I was taking her shirt off, she closes her eyes and begins to shiver.

Obviously I stopped myself and helped her get up into a sitting position again. I hugged her, stroked her head and talked to her in the hope that she would answer me. In a matter of twenty minutes there was no change. An hour? Nothing changed. After a bit more time she stops shivering and opens her eyes for a second. She looks at my face for a second, then hugs me back. It was a desperate hug, full of force and tears started to roll onto my shoulder. I don't stop comforting her. If she wanted to talk again, she would tell me.

Cia:"...I'm sorry, I can't..."

Ce:" Shhhh, no problem. Do you want to talk about it?"

Cia:" ...Honestly? I think I do."

Ce:" Perfect! Because my ears are all yours"

Cia:" You know, at first I was really happy that this was happening. Since I saw you in the village I dreamed of being by your side. But then... A memory came back. It felt like I was back at the Castle, like I was out of control again. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I really wanted to, but I couldn't."

Ce:" You know what? I really wish I could revive and torture that guy. But right now, you are more important. If you don't fell like doing anything like that, we won't do anything like that. Simple as that."

Cia:" No! You misunderstood! I had no problem at all, it was just this dumb memory!"

Ce:" So you are saying that you want to, but you just can't - because you get reminded of those times?"

Cia:" ... Yes"

We were both equally embarrassed about talking it out like this, but we somehow kept the conversation going. I suppose we were both blushing to extreme extents.

Ce:" This might be egoism speaking out of me, but what if... you take control? If you set the pace, you decide what happens?"

Cia:" I'm not sure if you would be content"

Ce:" As long as it is just us two, I doubt you can find anything that I mind doing"

Cia:" Are you sure?"

Ce:" Fully. I trust you, if you want you could even shackle me to the bed again."

Cia:" I don't think you need to run away"

Ce:" Who says that I want to?"

Cia:"..."

Cia:" Do you mind waiting for a day? I want to clear my head."

Ce:" It feels really weird to talk about this so calmly. But no, I don't mind. Will you still sleep here?"

Cia:" Of course"

The voice was softer than I expected, the mood changed from the weirdly embarrassed conversation back to the normal warm feeling I had when she was around. I lay down on the bed and close her into my arms.

Well. I proved myself wrong. The sleep I had back at the leprechaun hideout was only the second-best. This took the crown by far.