@TruthInsideLies - didn’t, in no small way, hope for this. The warmth of this bed and the protection of his hold combine together to allow her to feel secure in doing whatever he has in mind.] It’s not too much. [Her voice softening, body pliable to his touch.] Show me what you have in mind.
@TruthInsideLies [The moment he says her name with a different tone, a cross between authoritative and tender, she knows his ask before he’s done presenting it.
Her energy shifts with him, brushing his hair back gently.] Okay. [she nods, giving him permission. Chase would be lying if she -
@TruthInsideLies - him close to the mark he left last time he was with her.] Try me, Jimmy. You’ll never regret it. [her shirt’s fabric sliding and exposing a little more skin as she shifts to cradle him to herself.] You have thorns [gently scratching his scalp.] You won’t convince me otherwise.
@TruthInsideLies [She laughs, his stubble burning across her neck in the sweetest way.] -James-! [fingers curling in his hair as she shifts around him and to welcome him closer.] I dare do a lot of things! All your prickly stubble can’t and won’t stop me. [Her grin only growing as she finds -
@TruthInsideLies - and briefly] -Thank you-. [catching her breath] Your text ended with a rose emoji. I liked it a lot. So now it’s next to your name on my phone. [her face feels a little heated, certain she sounds silly.] It fits. It’s elegant, classic, and romantic, but it also has thorns -
@TruthInsideLies - for what she had in mind.] Aside from something simple and solid, there were two. One opens up to a flat surface where something could be engraved. [her cheeks flushing because she’s thought about this quite a bit.] And the other was in the shape of laurel crown. [Her phone -
@TruthInsideLies - doesn’t deserve the present tenderness. With hands shaking, she moves the one on his jaw to play with the soft, short strands.
Her eyes are wide open despite her exhaustion.
The open palm on her back only has her pressing closer, this time drawing from his heat.]
@TruthInsideLies [Her body is torn between trying it’s best to focus and enjoy James’ presence in this extremely comfortable bed and her thoughts that darken between the shelves of Bott’s. His tender touch contrasts with Alexander’s echoing threats.
Her stomach twists, feeling as if she -
@TruthInsideLies - pass it quickly.
Her head shakes gently.] No, no. Keep it on for now, please.
[Doing her best to recover and refocus back on him. With a soft exhale, she tangles their legs, hers hooking over his.] Have you warmed up a bit?
@TruthInsideLies - At his question, she glances at the lamp. It’s brighter than she would usually like, but she’s not ready for the dark. Not yet. There’s still something so unsettling about not seeing her own surroundings. The thought tenses her body. The change subtle, so she tried to move -
@TruthInsideLies [She grins once he’s right beside her.] It’s perfect. You did great. [moving closer to him out of desire to be closer to him -and- to help warm him up.] I’m not sure if I’m going to leave this bed at all. [cupping his cheek, her warm hand against his cool skin, her way -
@TruthInsideLies - He’ll be here and blocking out the ugly will be so much easier.] Don’t worry about blow drying your hair. [teasing him when she gets a little impatient.] You’re already good-looking enough, Abercrombie.
@TruthInsideLies - reminder of how cruel everything could be.
Hearing him exit, she lifts her arm to signal where to find her in this pile of linens.] You better try this bed out, Jimmy. [her arm dropping heavily to the soft mattress. Her little dream fort will be complete soon enough. -