Sing a Song of Sixpence

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Sylvain wasn’t willing to let the mood fade any despite the short walk.  Not with the way he encouraged her back onto the bed.  She didn’t have any time to protest before his lips trailed down her body again and she forgot any sort of objections she might have had. 

Annette flushed but was gratified by the reluctance he pulled away from her with.  He wasn’t wrong in terms of comfort, both physically or mentally in the future.   

With another shy smile she nodded.  “For both of us, I think.”  She also pushed herself to her feet but scooped up her discarded clothing in the process.  Unused to wandering around topless in her own home much less someone else’s, she instinctively covered herself with it.   Her other hand stretched out to take his.  

Annette gave her own little laugh, nervous but genuine.  She would have been more surprised to find that he didn’t have anything on hand but she wanted to make sure before things went too far. 

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(text) Geeze is he having one of his movie marathons again

(text) He’s gonna be miserable tomorrow because he didn’t sleep

[txt] I’ll make sure he gets at least a little.

Annette couldn’t just openly lie to her friend but she wasn’t the kind to just openly admit to what happened.

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That caught him by surprise, and he just watched as she discarded her shirt.  His eyes followed it down to the floor before returning to her.

And then he was on her again, hands moving to her chest.  It had been so long since he’d touched a woman that he almost felt himself going at the fast pace he’d often have with the others- but he slowed down, hands hesitating over her bra as he looked her in the eye again for approval.

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He nodded before he started trailing kisses a little further down her body.  “I’ll treat you like a princess,” he assured her.  And then he glanced at her shirt.  “You okay if I just go ahead and get rid of this?”

She trusted that he would treat her gently.  He had so far so why should now be any different?  Still she hesitated for just a moment.  Was this really happening?  Did she really want this?

That tugged at his heart, and he found himself trailing his lips down onto her neck.  His arms moved around her, holding her tight against him in an embrace as flicked his tongue out against her skin.  “Just… tell me when to stop?”

She shivered at the touch of his lips, her neck craning to give him more room.  The warmth in his kisses were something that she found she wanted more of.  “Yeah, I will.”  She breathed. 

He still hesitated, staring into her eyes for several seconds like he was just waiting for her to say she was just kidding.

When that didn’t come, he finally started back in, a little slower this time.  His lips went to hers, and his hands buried in her hair while he used his elbows to prop himself up over her.

Annette was nervous.  It wasn’t something she could deny but maybe she was just tired of arguing against herself.  Sylvain had proven that he was serious about her, proved that he cared.  

He opened one eye to look at her, a frown on his lips.  “No it’s not.  I don’t want you to think I’m just taking advantage of you.  But I really, really want to touch you…”

“You’re not taking advantage of me.” She reassured him, her hands trailing down rest against his shoulders.  She could feel her skin grow warm under the blush that had risen up. 

They had been out for dinner that night, Sylvain having convinced Annette to take the break she clearly needed from her schoolwork.  In all honesty it hadn’t taken much convincing knowing that she needed it. 

Afterwards found them cuddled up on the couch, a movie playing on the television and lulling Annette into a half doze.  She was comfortable here, his arm around her.  She felt truly secure, a comfort that she very rarely felt in the company of others. 

In hindsight she couldn’t say who kissed who, much less who brought more heat than the innocent affection she had limited herself to before.  And in the moment, well, she didn’t really care either; not with the definite sensuality that she found herself helpless to resist.