Him & Her.

Random bits of my imagination twisting some of my reality.

No amount of space was between their two bodies as he leaned into her shaking form. Her hands fumbled uneasily, twisting in and out of fists as his lips pressed against her cheek. Slowly, his hand trailed down her side to where her fingers were balled up. He took one of her hands and brought it to his lips softly as her eyes closed.

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In the back of his mind, he almost wanted her beautiful eyes open. He’d always been fascinated with her fears. Though the thought of taking advantage of someone so introverted almost hurt his heart. He wished she wouldn’t be so uncertain. It was obvious what she wanted, but it was also clear how much she was holding back. Still, he was willing to push the limits.

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She was completely focused on where his hands were, though it was difficult. When his lips were on her, a tingling feeling filled her stomach and goose bumps sprouted over her skin. Like a wild fire spreading, one kiss ignited her desire.

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He found himself reaching down to hold both of her hands as he kissed her lips sweetly. Whenever she was near, the desperate need to hold her and protect her overtook him. Soon enough, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself anymore. The way she pulled away sometimes made him ache with a yearning so strong that waves of emotion would crash over him. He thought about just taking control, giving her exactly what she wanted while satisfying his needs at the same time. But that wouldn’t help his case; that’d only prove her point. Still, he couldn’t help but hurt when she’d smile apologetically at him. She shouldn’t have to be sorry about what she can’t allow him to do. He just had to patient; she’d give in eventually.

 

They all did.

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You want to stay with me in the morning, you only hold me when I sleep. I was meant to tread the water, but now I’ve gotten in too deep. For every piece of me that wants you, another piece backs away. ‘Cause you give me something that makes me scared, alright. This could be nothing, but I’m willing to give it a try. Please give me something, ‘cause someday I might know my heart.

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He fought himself as they locked lips. He knew where she did and did not want his tongue but it was hard to hold back. Everything about her had him holding back. He was changing his complete self and for what? One girl that won’t give him what he wants … even if she wants it to. And he knows she does. One of her cutest expressions is of craving. Her lips twist into a quirky smile and her brown-sugared cheeks blush to their full extent. Her chocolate eyes look up at him, testing. And that’s the look he wants to wake up to every morning.

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Was she playing too too hard to get? Or was her strategy already obvious?  She certainly felt it was. Maybe she should just go ahead and give in. Over the course of days, weeks, months, he was changing. He altered himself for her, getting nothing in return. It wasn’t fair. It didn’t feel fair. And yet, she just couldn’t quit. That wasn’t in her nature. She wasn’t the type who gave the guy what they wanted. She made them work for it.

 She was worth it anyway.

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He wasn’t the type who found girls not willing to give him what he wanted. This was different. She was different. Distinctive from any of the other girls he’d dealt with. And it scared him. He didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know how to act. She stood out in a crowd of millions, so special, so out of the ordinary. Maybe that’s why he wanted her, when he could have so many others.

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Doubt sometimes plagued her. How could she be sure he’d really change? Did she even want him to change? It was clear that they couldn’t and wouldn’t be, if he didn’t adjust a bit. And yet, she was still unsure. The nights when his text messaging would stop in the middle of a conversation worried her. Was he off with the someone else that could give him what she couldn’t? It’d be different if they hadn’t been friends.

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He regretted all the nights he’d stop his messages when they were “just friends”. He’d always been busy, most often doing the same thing with different people. He wondered if she doubted his new self, his new promise. In truth, he would cut off all the rest. Just for her.

Whether she handed him her innocence or not. That didn’t matter as much anymore. His was already gone. Shouldn’t he be trying to save hers? Instead of take it away?

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She refused to become one of them. That went against everything about her. Everything she stood for. She didn’t want to be on a list of the “my girls”. That wasn’t her. A separate list all her own would suffice. But only temporarily.

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Be my one and only.

The End

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