It's been a couple of weeks since she first allowed herself to accept a certain degree of intimacy with him.
It's strange how things change -- he doesn't need to invite her in anymore and, before she knows it, she always finds herself underneath the covers he deliberately leaves hanging to his side so she can step in comfortably.
They'll need to leave this place soon, she makes a mental note, but Fiona really does wonder if they're gonna be keeping this up even when it's not necessary anymore.
An unpleasant twist in her gut tells her she doesn't really want the answer.
Now, as his chest is pressed against her back and she can his breath puff in her ear, she admits she doesn't want to let go of something she was reluctant about accepting not too long ago.
She opens her eyes, drowsiness long gone after her musings, and peeks at the alarm clock before letting a sigh escape her lips. They don't have long before they have to keep moving but the notion of half past six still makes her tire and she allows herself to rest her eyes for a few seconds before attempting to pull Rhys' arm from around her waist.
A slight sense of guilt tells her she probably shouldn't allow these things when they're not even a thing -- not yet, anyway -- but she decides that's a talk for another time as she's trying to pry his metal fingers from her.
The cool from the metal feels nice today, the temperatures never staying constant in the area, and she knows she can pull them away if she applies enough strength but an irritating part of her just hopes he wakes up and does what she subconsciously doesn't really want to do.
The movement ends up getting to him, eventually, and he's coughing when he realises their predicament.
She usually wakes up before him -- she's seen and felt how cuddly he tends to be and it makes her wonder if he'd been the type to sleep with teddy bears before deciding that yes, definitely -- but it's the first time he's caught himself doing it and even the dim light coming from the mostly closed curtains can't hide his blush as well as he'd probably like.
"Uh, good morning."
He's wearing a goofy grin (a facade, she amusedly thinks to herself) and she can see from the corner of her eye that he's flexing his fingers carefully. She doesn't know if he's reprimanding himself or if he's simply recalling the situation but it makes her smile in spite of herself and she finds her own hand ruffling his terribly unkept hair before she can even register what she's doing.
"Get up," she demands but her tone's light enough that he doesn't wince at the order, "we have to get moving soon or we miss our ride."
It takes a few seconds for him to obey and by the time he's even up, she's already headed to the bathroom to fix herself.
She can hear Rhys fumbling around with his own wardrobe before silence takes its place and she finally feels like it's safe to open the door, the wood creaking after her forceful push.
Taking a peek, he's definitely ready but it still feels as if he'd just gotten up.
"Fix your hair," Fiona offers him an eyeroll, "you look like a caveman."
Whatever he replies is jumbled and he's definitely stuttering when he goes to comb it up but it makes her shake her head and she can't resist letting the word 'cute' come to mind.
He's back soon enough but, as she gestures to the door, he slips a hand in her own before she can even take a step forward and she suddenly has a very vivid flashback of the last time something like this happened. It's different now, lighter and gentle, and she can tell something's changed.
When she spins around to face him again, she's not wrong.
He's looking at her with the same flustered expression he's so adept at keeping in her company these days but there's something different as he steps forward, closer, and she knows she's accepting this the moment she lets her hand close around his own.
She beats him to it, she muses, like she's done far too many times before and he's definitely surprised when she pulls him down by the collar of his shirt so she can reach him but it doesn't take him long to catch up and kiss her back and she knows then that she's made the right choice.
He's too tall, she decides, because she's not used to staying on the tip of her toes this long but he somehow catches on and supports her with one arm. It's endearing, she thinks, but she worries how she's going to reach him next time without her heels.
When they break apart, they really don't because he pulls her against his chest in a hug she really can't describe; she's not used to these things but she can't say she doesn't like them anymore. She would have, years ago, her priorities being simply getting off the planet and getting a better life -- but what do you wish for when you have everything already?
It feels like a natural progression and she doesn't regret that they've taken things slow so far.
She does regret that she's fairly sure they'd just missed their ride, however.
yeaaa
this is a sequel to that last story cause I can't leave anyone hanging amirite
sorry for any typos or anything, you guys know how it is on a tablet.
I just spent ten minutes making my own Rhyiona profile pic. God I need to pay for a better Photoshop app. For some reason it isn't letting me post the image here even though I have it saved. I'm gonna have to switch to it later. (:P)
It's been a couple of weeks since she first allowed herself to accept a certain degree of intimacy with him.
It's strange how things chan… morege -- he doesn't need to invite her in anymore and, before she knows it, she always finds herself underneath the covers he deliberately leaves hanging to his side so she can step in comfortably.
They'll need to leave this place soon, she makes a mental note, but Fiona really does wonder if they're gonna be keeping this up even when it's not necessary anymore.
An unpleasant twist in her gut tells her she doesn't really want the answer.
Now, as his chest is pressed against her back and she can his breath puff in her ear, she admits she doesn't want to let go of something she was reluctant about accepting not too long ago.
She opens her eyes, drowsiness long gone after her musings, and peeks at the alarm clock before letting a sigh escape her lips. They don't have long before they have to keep mo… [view original content]
It's been a couple of weeks since she first allowed herself to accept a certain degree of intimacy with him.
It's strange how things chan… morege -- he doesn't need to invite her in anymore and, before she knows it, she always finds herself underneath the covers he deliberately leaves hanging to his side so she can step in comfortably.
They'll need to leave this place soon, she makes a mental note, but Fiona really does wonder if they're gonna be keeping this up even when it's not necessary anymore.
An unpleasant twist in her gut tells her she doesn't really want the answer.
Now, as his chest is pressed against her back and she can his breath puff in her ear, she admits she doesn't want to let go of something she was reluctant about accepting not too long ago.
She opens her eyes, drowsiness long gone after her musings, and peeks at the alarm clock before letting a sigh escape her lips. They don't have long before they have to keep mo… [view original content]
Welp.
I just spent ten minutes making my own Rhyiona profile pic. God I need to pay for a better Photoshop app. For some reason it isn't letting me post the image here even though I have it saved. I'm gonna have to switch to it later. (:P)
It's been a couple of weeks since she first allowed herself to accept a certain degree of intimacy with him.
It's strange how things chan… morege -- he doesn't need to invite her in anymore and, before she knows it, she always finds herself underneath the covers he deliberately leaves hanging to his side so she can step in comfortably.
They'll need to leave this place soon, she makes a mental note, but Fiona really does wonder if they're gonna be keeping this up even when it's not necessary anymore.
An unpleasant twist in her gut tells her she doesn't really want the answer.
Now, as his chest is pressed against her back and she can his breath puff in her ear, she admits she doesn't want to let go of something she was reluctant about accepting not too long ago.
She opens her eyes, drowsiness long gone after her musings, and peeks at the alarm clock before letting a sigh escape her lips. They don't have long before they have to keep mo… [view original content]
I could probably make a few of these for people. If anyone does want one. Best wait until I spend some of my money on some better editing tools first though.
Well shit. But if she did it for him then at least she was still the, uh, normal-ish Sarah from before! It's kinda cute how they save each o… morether's asses all the time. Yep, they definitely deserve the happiness, I'm gonna root for them now.
Cool new avatar, btw
Wait I can link it lmao.
I could probably make a few of these for people. If anyone does want one. Best wait until I spend some of my money on some better editing tools first though.
Kinda shoddy edit which I am pleased with:
Comments
Poor dude, he just wanted to feel awesome for a minute.
i believe in you!
No, he's my arch nemesis since we've been babies. And now he decided to join this thread...
Thanks Hellfish, you're a real bro!
And I like entertaining myself with stupid jokes like this one, so thanks
His time of fame is over! Time to get serious!
You're welcome...? xDD
Thanks pal!I'll be sure to give that baseball bat to you after I'm done.
As a gift.
Hahaha, no ;^)
I'm your arch nemesis. =')
I trust you seriously now post a side that you've got.
aww, that's so sweet of you
Should I be worried lel?
This. Is. AMAZING! :O
K whatever floats your boat.
It's been a couple of weeks since she first allowed herself to accept a certain degree of intimacy with him.
It's strange how things change -- he doesn't need to invite her in anymore and, before she knows it, she always finds herself underneath the covers he deliberately leaves hanging to his side so she can step in comfortably.
They'll need to leave this place soon, she makes a mental note, but Fiona really does wonder if they're gonna be keeping this up even when it's not necessary anymore.
An unpleasant twist in her gut tells her she doesn't really want the answer.
Now, as his chest is pressed against her back and she can his breath puff in her ear, she admits she doesn't want to let go of something she was reluctant about accepting not too long ago.
She opens her eyes, drowsiness long gone after her musings, and peeks at the alarm clock before letting a sigh escape her lips. They don't have long before they have to keep moving but the notion of half past six still makes her tire and she allows herself to rest her eyes for a few seconds before attempting to pull Rhys' arm from around her waist.
A slight sense of guilt tells her she probably shouldn't allow these things when they're not even a thing -- not yet, anyway -- but she decides that's a talk for another time as she's trying to pry his metal fingers from her.
The cool from the metal feels nice today, the temperatures never staying constant in the area, and she knows she can pull them away if she applies enough strength but an irritating part of her just hopes he wakes up and does what she subconsciously doesn't really want to do.
The movement ends up getting to him, eventually, and he's coughing when he realises their predicament.
She usually wakes up before him -- she's seen and felt how cuddly he tends to be and it makes her wonder if he'd been the type to sleep with teddy bears before deciding that yes, definitely -- but it's the first time he's caught himself doing it and even the dim light coming from the mostly closed curtains can't hide his blush as well as he'd probably like.
"Uh, good morning."
He's wearing a goofy grin (a facade, she amusedly thinks to herself) and she can see from the corner of her eye that he's flexing his fingers carefully. She doesn't know if he's reprimanding himself or if he's simply recalling the situation but it makes her smile in spite of herself and she finds her own hand ruffling his terribly unkept hair before she can even register what she's doing.
"Get up," she demands but her tone's light enough that he doesn't wince at the order, "we have to get moving soon or we miss our ride."
It takes a few seconds for him to obey and by the time he's even up, she's already headed to the bathroom to fix herself.
She can hear Rhys fumbling around with his own wardrobe before silence takes its place and she finally feels like it's safe to open the door, the wood creaking after her forceful push.
Taking a peek, he's definitely ready but it still feels as if he'd just gotten up.
"Fix your hair," Fiona offers him an eyeroll, "you look like a caveman."
Whatever he replies is jumbled and he's definitely stuttering when he goes to comb it up but it makes her shake her head and she can't resist letting the word 'cute' come to mind.
He's back soon enough but, as she gestures to the door, he slips a hand in her own before she can even take a step forward and she suddenly has a very vivid flashback of the last time something like this happened. It's different now, lighter and gentle, and she can tell something's changed.
When she spins around to face him again, she's not wrong.
He's looking at her with the same flustered expression he's so adept at keeping in her company these days but there's something different as he steps forward, closer, and she knows she's accepting this the moment she lets her hand close around his own.
She beats him to it, she muses, like she's done far too many times before and he's definitely surprised when she pulls him down by the collar of his shirt so she can reach him but it doesn't take him long to catch up and kiss her back and she knows then that she's made the right choice.
He's too tall, she decides, because she's not used to staying on the tip of her toes this long but he somehow catches on and supports her with one arm. It's endearing, she thinks, but she worries how she's going to reach him next time without her heels.
When they break apart, they really don't because he pulls her against his chest in a hug she really can't describe; she's not used to these things but she can't say she doesn't like them anymore. She would have, years ago, her priorities being simply getting off the planet and getting a better life -- but what do you wish for when you have everything already?
It feels like a natural progression and she doesn't regret that they've taken things slow so far.
She does regret that she's fairly sure they'd just missed their ride, however.
yeaaa
this is a sequel to that last story cause I can't leave anyone hanging amirite
sorry for any typos or anything, you guys know how it is on a tablet.
'Sup? ~-^
I know I know I'm just like Santa Claus.
Besides, I'm a hero baby.
Lmao
Looks for Kenny pictures.
Welp.
I just spent ten minutes making my own Rhyiona profile pic. God I need to pay for a better Photoshop app. For some reason it isn't letting me post the image here even though I have it saved. I'm gonna have to switch to it later. (:P)
Hehe hey Paul! (^^,)
Honesty I'm surprised I'm only a couple pages behind, usually I'm left in the dirt, must be a slow day. (˚-˚)
Welcome back, "daddy" ~
Nice fanfic mate.
Such lewdness. With no tags...
It's, exhilarating
My god, that gif tho :O
awesome work
p.s: make a damn ff.net account already and start posting ur fanfics there
Wait, lemme grab MS paint for you.
My dream from last night was a day at work gone wrong
Nah I got Sai its cool.
Most of the editing is done on my iPad mini anyway.
Beautiful... great read!
Ahem.
Items first, then I flip the coin.
An inventory to surpass Gabe Newell.
Wait I can link it lmao.
I could probably make a few of these for people. If anyone does want one. Best wait until I spend some of my money on some better editing tools first though.
Kinda shoddy edit which I am pleased with:
yea i ship them hard i guess lol. they just fit together so well. and thanks
Wait, I'mma give all my items to John.
(Just imagine those weapons of him to be unusuals and australiums)
Nice profile picture! It looks great, better then something I'd make.
Thankies!
Glad to be back!
Oh, no inventory for you then
@John_Smith13 we are victorious once agian.
GOT is already confirmed to have a Season 2.
And seeing as MC:SM Ep.2 got released today, it'll probably be over before we know it...