her cheek then smiled reassuringly and snuggled in.
I whispered, “It was only a nightmare. But you're here and it is all better now.” She pulled me to her and I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent deeply. Oooo there was a bare neck just right there for the taking. I was no fool, so I went to work marking my territory and she squeaked and curled her toes.
She giggled as I checked the mark I left for size and color consistency. I pulled back and grinned at her. I felt like a bloody schoolgirl around her. Everything was new again.
She smiled and kissed the scars on my right shoulder and sat up. She gave me a demure look. “Help a girl pack?” Then she paused and sniffed and crinkled her nose. “After we wash the smell of sex off ourselves.”
I reached down under the covers and found my target between her hot thighs and said playfully, “In a minute, can't you see I'm working here?” Her silence was all the agreement I needed as I headed under the covers. Mmmm... now let's see what mischief I can get into.
Soon we wound up giggling in the shower as we washed each others backs. For some reason, I found that simple act more intimate than anything we had done prior. It was a proprietary thing that you did for your lover, and only for her.
She paused and then ran a washcloth along the scars on my side in silence. I felt so naked. Well aside from being naked. She moved slowly down then turned me and looked me in the eyes and she smiled. If there was any revulsion there, I didn't see it and I was glad we were under running water so I could hide my tears.
We got dressed and then combed out each others hair. Her braid the prior day was driving me wild, but I think I liked it fanned out over her shoulders just as much. I had thought she was joking about having four boxes worth of belongings.
But when she pulled out four boxes and we packed everything into them I had to ask. “Why so little?”
She crinkled her nose and thought a moment. “It is a trick a friend taught me. He was in the foster care system his entire life, and he had learned that the golden rule was never to have more than can be put in the boot of a car. Since you never know when you will be moved next.”
She shrugged. “The same goes for a runaway. I never knew who's floor I'd be crashing on next. It was easier to travel light.” Why did I find that sad?
I thought about growing up without my family, they were my anchor, the one good thing in my life. I couldn't imagine them not being there. I voiced that, “It must have been lonely living without your family.”
She stood up tall with a smile on her face. I had to crook my neck up to look at her. Is it wrong that I found her height sexy? She shook her head. “Who said I was without family? Carol, Darin, and Michaela are my family. In all but blood. They love me and I love them, that's what real family is.”
I smiled at that and then contemplated it for a moment. In all but blood? That was just like me. I looked up into her twinkling eyes and crooked a finger at her, asking her to come on down to where the air was thicker down at sea level. She bent and I gave her a feather light kiss.
We looked around at the empty cabin and I asked offhandedly. “You ever wonder about them though? Your parents and your brother? I mean, they were your family for over half your life.”
I felt like I was prying, but I wanted to understand her better. She was silent for a bit and then she said, “Sometimes. Not my parents so much. They were supposed to love me unconditionally, but they showed beyond a doubt that that isn't true. But my little brother... I often wonder how Michael turned out. I hope he got over his hate and bigotry. I think it was just a reflection of my parents own vitriol. I mean, how can you love someone one moment, then suddenly hate them because of one tiny
I whispered, “It was only a nightmare. But you're here and it is all better now.” She pulled me to her and I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent deeply. Oooo there was a bare neck just right there for the taking. I was no fool, so I went to work marking my territory and she squeaked and curled her toes.
She giggled as I checked the mark I left for size and color consistency. I pulled back and grinned at her. I felt like a bloody schoolgirl around her. Everything was new again.
She smiled and kissed the scars on my right shoulder and sat up. She gave me a demure look. “Help a girl pack?” Then she paused and sniffed and crinkled her nose. “After we wash the smell of sex off ourselves.”
I reached down under the covers and found my target between her hot thighs and said playfully, “In a minute, can't you see I'm working here?” Her silence was all the agreement I needed as I headed under the covers. Mmmm... now let's see what mischief I can get into.
Soon we wound up giggling in the shower as we washed each others backs. For some reason, I found that simple act more intimate than anything we had done prior. It was a proprietary thing that you did for your lover, and only for her.
She paused and then ran a washcloth along the scars on my side in silence. I felt so naked. Well aside from being naked. She moved slowly down then turned me and looked me in the eyes and she smiled. If there was any revulsion there, I didn't see it and I was glad we were under running water so I could hide my tears.
We got dressed and then combed out each others hair. Her braid the prior day was driving me wild, but I think I liked it fanned out over her shoulders just as much. I had thought she was joking about having four boxes worth of belongings.
But when she pulled out four boxes and we packed everything into them I had to ask. “Why so little?”
She crinkled her nose and thought a moment. “It is a trick a friend taught me. He was in the foster care system his entire life, and he had learned that the golden rule was never to have more than can be put in the boot of a car. Since you never know when you will be moved next.”
She shrugged. “The same goes for a runaway. I never knew who's floor I'd be crashing on next. It was easier to travel light.” Why did I find that sad?
I thought about growing up without my family, they were my anchor, the one good thing in my life. I couldn't imagine them not being there. I voiced that, “It must have been lonely living without your family.”
She stood up tall with a smile on her face. I had to crook my neck up to look at her. Is it wrong that I found her height sexy? She shook her head. “Who said I was without family? Carol, Darin, and Michaela are my family. In all but blood. They love me and I love them, that's what real family is.”
I smiled at that and then contemplated it for a moment. In all but blood? That was just like me. I looked up into her twinkling eyes and crooked a finger at her, asking her to come on down to where the air was thicker down at sea level. She bent and I gave her a feather light kiss.
We looked around at the empty cabin and I asked offhandedly. “You ever wonder about them though? Your parents and your brother? I mean, they were your family for over half your life.”
I felt like I was prying, but I wanted to understand her better. She was silent for a bit and then she said, “Sometimes. Not my parents so much. They were supposed to love me unconditionally, but they showed beyond a doubt that that isn't true. But my little brother... I often wonder how Michael turned out. I hope he got over his hate and bigotry. I think it was just a reflection of my parents own vitriol. I mean, how can you love someone one moment, then suddenly hate them because of one tiny
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