Seems like each time I'm with you I lose my mind
"I know what you're up to," she let the smile stretch right to her eyes as she looked into his.
Sean's heart stopped momentarily. Within a few seconds, many different possibilities to what she could have meant had passed through his mind. He pulled the blanket over his shoulder. "What?" he asked.
Elle laughed and rolled onto her back.
"You came over here saying you wanted to watch a movie, when really you were hoping that I'd fall asleep so you could sleep in my luxurious bed again rather than your diseased, uncomfortable, unmade bed!"
He laughed, "It's not diseased!"
He wrapped his arms around the girl, tickling her ribs while she begged him to stop.
Of course, it was her reaction that made him keep doing it.
The first time he'd jabbed her in the ribs like that, she'd squealed and tried to jump away.
Not that any of her reactions since had been too different, but he could tell she just like the touch of his hands.
Eventually he gave in to her begging and rested his hand just above her waist as she lay on her side. He could feel Elle tense and see her shoulders draw up towards her neck.
"Don't you trust me?" he whispered teasingly.
She laughed- he was good at making her laugh- "I don't know!" she replied.
He moved closer.
"Relax," he whispered again, this time right in her ear.
Elle felt goosebumps spread over her body as Sean's warm breath tickled the back of her neck.
Slowly Sean heard Elle's breath return to normal, and gradually her muscles became less tense.
He pulled her in close and rested his nose against the back of her neck. He closed his eyes as he spoke to her.
"Your so little." he told her.
Elle didn't know what it was; perhaps the romantic in her, maybe the artist in her. But she was attracted to men bigger than her; taller, more muscular, with broader shoulders. She had hoped for a long time that some man would hold her gently, be careful with her, be worried that she was so fragile he might break her.
Sean didn't know this of course, and didn't know that three simple words could appeal so greatly to her strange soul.
"Am not," she replied childishly, grabbing his hand and holding it close to her chest.
After a moment's silence she spoke again.
"Is that a bad thing?"
Sean had been on the verge of falling asleep, but Elle's voice had roused him.
"No," he replied slowly, eyes still closed. "Why?"
"I don't know," she answered, suddenly feeling very shy and indeed, very small.
"You just say it so often, I wondered, that's all."
"Nah," Sean replied, relaxing deeper into the bed again.
Elle closed her eyes. She was little to someone. And she was glad.
Sean's heart stopped momentarily. Within a few seconds, many different possibilities to what she could have meant had passed through his mind. He pulled the blanket over his shoulder. "What?" he asked.
Elle laughed and rolled onto her back.
"You came over here saying you wanted to watch a movie, when really you were hoping that I'd fall asleep so you could sleep in my luxurious bed again rather than your diseased, uncomfortable, unmade bed!"
He laughed, "It's not diseased!"
He wrapped his arms around the girl, tickling her ribs while she begged him to stop.
Of course, it was her reaction that made him keep doing it.
The first time he'd jabbed her in the ribs like that, she'd squealed and tried to jump away.
Not that any of her reactions since had been too different, but he could tell she just like the touch of his hands.
Eventually he gave in to her begging and rested his hand just above her waist as she lay on her side. He could feel Elle tense and see her shoulders draw up towards her neck.
"Don't you trust me?" he whispered teasingly.
She laughed- he was good at making her laugh- "I don't know!" she replied.
He moved closer.
"Relax," he whispered again, this time right in her ear.
Elle felt goosebumps spread over her body as Sean's warm breath tickled the back of her neck.
Slowly Sean heard Elle's breath return to normal, and gradually her muscles became less tense.
He pulled her in close and rested his nose against the back of her neck. He closed his eyes as he spoke to her.
"Your so little." he told her.
Elle didn't know what it was; perhaps the romantic in her, maybe the artist in her. But she was attracted to men bigger than her; taller, more muscular, with broader shoulders. She had hoped for a long time that some man would hold her gently, be careful with her, be worried that she was so fragile he might break her.
Sean didn't know this of course, and didn't know that three simple words could appeal so greatly to her strange soul.
"Am not," she replied childishly, grabbing his hand and holding it close to her chest.
After a moment's silence she spoke again.
"Is that a bad thing?"
Sean had been on the verge of falling asleep, but Elle's voice had roused him.
"No," he replied slowly, eyes still closed. "Why?"
"I don't know," she answered, suddenly feeling very shy and indeed, very small.
"You just say it so often, I wondered, that's all."
"Nah," Sean replied, relaxing deeper into the bed again.
Elle closed her eyes. She was little to someone. And she was glad.
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