It's probably one of the nerdiest games out there haha.
Anyhow...How's your week been?
I stop and I look at her with a sigh. "So you care, then?" I ask, putting on a sort of smirk. In all honesty, though, I do wonder what makes her care about my whereabouts all of the sudden.
I gently slip my hand beneath her shirt and slide it up her back affectionately. "You okay?" I ask with a content smile, feeling drunk with love.
Yeah. I feel the same. You seem kinda sad. :c
I roll my eyes. "Are you really gonna be difficult now?" I ask her, "You don't have to be so difficult, you know. I just didn't expect that you would care what I did. You know, since you kind of hate my presence. Since I make you feel like an animal who has no freedom." I didn't mean to say the last part, I just did, because the thought has been eating away at me the entire time, as if I'm responsible for everything bad that's ever happened to her, even though I know better.
that's terrible! that's why I hate group work. those people are just...a lot of words I'm not gonna say.
A sudden guilt comes over me when she says that. "Oh no..." I say, feeling genuinely awful, "I'm sorry. Once you get somewhere where I can take these off, I'll get you some food."
I let her take off my shirt, but as soon as she does, I begin to feel genuinely nervous for the first time this afternoon. I look away, uncertainly for a moment before deciding that everything's gonna be fine.
At one glance, I see something in her eyes that I don't see often and it compels me. I slide my hands to her waist and then, with the only slightest bit of force, I turn and push her into the wall on the left side of the door, immediately meeting her lips once more and kissing her full on the mouth.
Hey, if you need to leave and get the stuff done, I don't mind. I understand.
Rather than take her to her new room, I decide to take her to the much nicer training facility inside of the building. I immediately remove her handcuffs and simply toss the aside. I keep my eyes on her, but I decide that if she was gonna do something sinister she would have done it already.
As the kiss continues, I grasp the hem of her shirt in my hands, pulling it farther and farther up her midsection. But I stop, pulling back slowly, because I fear that she might be too afraid of the memories that might be brought back. "Is...it okay if...?" I don't even feel like I have to finish the statement. I just meet her eyes steadily, questioning her out of concern.
I'll let you go.
No. I feel like this is one of the things that doesn't...or shouldn't...matter to you. I hate to be a bother.
I follow her because I don't think she's supposed to be near the weapons quite yet, and it makes me a little nervous. "I think you'd probably better eat first," I say with a half-smile, stepping up behind her.
I do hope you get everything done and I hope those jerks treat you better. Nighty-night. c: Maybe the stress will get better soon.
I gently lift her shirt over her head and for a moment, I just look her over, unable to stop myself. It makes me sad, but it's time to move past that sadness now. I take her hands, looking back up at her and kissing her cheek lightly.
Okey good. c: Did you have a better day today?
SAME
I look at her and my smirk is immediately wiped away from my face by the way she smiles through her laughter. Her eyes are full of something I don't see often, and for some reason, it makes little old me feel unusually attracted to her. I step back and allow the smile to return to my face. "Maybe just a little," I say. My tone changes as I begin to think a bit more about it. "But in all honesty, I do feel bad for not getting you anything to eat."
I wrap my arms tightly around her, feeling the warmth of her skin against my own. I pull back just a little and I bring one hand up to gently push her hair back as I kiss down her neck. I'm not sure how to get rid of the sadness that seems to forever stay with us, but as the moment draws on, the sadness seems to decrease just a little, and for that, I'm thankful.
Awesome! How's tennis going?
I look at her, regaining my smirk. "Well tell me," I say, "What kind of food do you prefer? Since you typically don't respond when I ask. I kinda want to actually know."
I look at her with a small smile, gently running my fingers through her hair. There is still some tension, and I'm afraid that standing here and looking each other over may not be the best thing for that. "Hey..." I murmur finally, in between kisses, "You want to go lay down?"
Ahh, yeah. I have a few friends who play tennis here. I wish I was athletically inclined enough to do it, but I gave up on sports long ago. cx
I laugh. "Oh, come on," I insist, "You can't always play the mysterious card. Sometimes you have to spice things up a little bit. And sometimes you have to get away from the weapons before someone 'accidentally' drops dead from a stab wound."
I gently grab her wrist and I pull her away from the sharp things, because whether I admit it or not, it's making me slightly nervous. And I'm not typically the nervous kind.
I smile and sit down next to her. For a few minutes, I just look at her. I run my fingertips over her slowly healing scars once more.
I trail my hand all the way up to her cheek and I meet her eyes. It doesn't take me long to decide that her lips look inviting, and I quickly lean forward and kiss her, carefully pushing her down into the soft cushion of sheets and blankets.
Heh. Well Idk...at least you like it!
I look at her with a slight smirk, backing up just a bit. "No..." I mutter, "Me? Of course not. I never get nervous. It's just...protocol."
Oh I'm not gonna make it weird, don't worry! c:
I smile, but I don't fail to kiss her back with just as much passion. After a moment, though, I pull away. Her smirk is obvious even still. "What is it?" I ask, my voice soft but full of humor. I gently lean over and kiss her cheek. The realization comes to me that I'm not sure if either of us is ready for this much closeness yet. That this might only make things worse. But in the moment, it seems right, and I don't want to regret not taking my moments as I can.
Lol. Btw, what kind of music are ya into these days?
She only worsens my nerves, though I feel as if that was the plan all along, and I follow her to the punching bag. I put my hand on her upper arm and I pull her back gently. "Hey..." I say with a kind of sincerety, "I know you're eager to get to this, but...ya got me. It's freakin' me out just a little bit. So, let's give this some time and do some other dumb, uninteresting things...like eat...for a while. Okay?"
cx Has your weekend been alright?
Her eyes look to my hair and I scowl playfully. "You did it!" I say with a slight laugh, "You messed it all up, you devious little girl." I kiss her lips once more with a smile, trying to focus my thoughts on her and avoid the worry I continue to supress.
