in a lot of ways the pair were distinct opposites, but that’s one of the many reasons why matilde was convinced they worked so well together. she bought out his playfulness, and he gave her a belief in herself so beyond what she’d once just faked. she could question why none of her former relationships had been successful, but she was well aware of the real reason why. she could blame it on fabian, on his authority and his protectiveness over her – but that wouldn’t be fair. there was a strong possibility that she sabotaged her own relationships. she didn’t like sharing her attention with anyone else, she didn’t like being away from fabian. he was her best friend, but he was much more than that too. so much so, it almost frightened her. she was a risktaker in every sense, but she couldn’t risk this – she didn’t want to stop seeing that smile on his face, the smile that seemed so rare, making her feel so lucky to get to witness it. she didn’t want to lose the fun their relationship provided her with. she can’t stop the giggles as he carries on teasing her with his fingertips. his touch driving her insane, in more ways than he’s sure he realises. it’s best to focus on the most evident one, the fact she’s so unbelievably ticklish, the fact he’s all too aware of that fact. how she can feel so grounded, yet like she’s floating on air at the same exact time is completely beyond her, but it’s just the power that fabian holds. “is that so?” brows cock over his words, breath hitching as he lifts her shirt up slightly. swallowing thickly, she’s still unable to stop her wiggling beneath him, stop the laughter from escaping her plump lips. “you know far too much,” she whines out, through her laughter. hearing his own laughter warms her soul and she feels so fortunate to be the one who gets his attention, who gets to feel him pressed against her frame, no matter how platonic she’s convinced he views it. as he halts, remains in position, she can’t help the way her chest visibly rises and falls. without thinking, her digits comb through his blond tendrils, her gaze focusing on his own. he was so beautiful, though she’s sure that isn’t a fact lost on anyone who was fortunate enough to grace his presence, she can’t help but be stunned by the sight of his pretty face so close to her frame, his lips pressed against her skin. her free hand strokes across his cheek, spreading her legs a little better, making all the more space for him. “…you sure you know every one of my spots, ‘bee?” she questions breathlessly, innocently enough – but it’s far too easy to detect there’s far more to it than that.
often did he wonder — how did her skin taste , how would her lips make him feel or how would it feel to be even closer to her . it wasn't the first time matilde fell asleep in his lap , while his slender fingers would run through her luscious hair . he'd admit , he spent time looking at her sleeping peacefully in his lap . he speculated she wasn't as calm as she was then , not when she was sleeping in someone elses lap ( if she even got a chance to , next to the possessive guy like fabian ) or when her small frame would be wrapped around the arms of someone else . some other man . it was hard for him to act on his feelings , the thought of losing her was his biggest fear . not because he'd be left alone , but because he'd be left alone without her . even though , small of his heart believed she wouldn't just stop being his friend if he confessed , the risk was too high . even now , he doesn't like the idea of being this close to her , but somehow he can't help himself . as if his body won't move away from her , won't stop with his hidden intentions . chuckle leaves his lips before she speaks . even though he's taken back by her question , he tries to consider it an innocent way of teasing him . because after all , he was a strong man , on top of her , tickling her sides & triggering all the soft spots he could find . he knows that a much softer spot is only a few inches away from his chin , a spot that would please her the most . but he's uncertain , he doesn't know if he should continue . he'll decide to keep on teasing her . ' — yeah ? well i could try & learn all your spots . so you know — once you're under me like this again , i'll know how to get my way with you . ' he continues to try & keep his tone innocent . curious hands move down her sides to her hips which were covered by the the hoodie she borrowed . on her body , it looked like a dress , even though it fit him perfectly . sensing that she moved her legs apart , he follows her lead . he pushes her knees up so he could have enough space between her , eyes glancing up at her from time to time to assure she's okay with all of this . ' tell me to stop if it's too much , i mean — if it's too ticklish for you . ' he clears his throat with a nod before he dives in , planting raspberries along the soft skin of her inner thigh . they soon turned into soft kisses & he knew that it was too late to stop himself . feeling of her soft fingers running through his strands didn't help , only made him feel more relaxed in this position .
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