#sequal trilogy

There was plenty of loving caresses and gentle touches, but there were also plenty of unusual ones. Sometimes he just had to have his hands on you, even if it wasn’t necessarily convenient to either of you. Some part of him always had to be touching you. Once you were dining in your quarters, sitting across from each other, conversing casual when you felt the toe of his long shoe wiggling between your closed legs to rest behind yours where your knee was bent. 

Another time you were sat on the floor, trying to piece back together an artifact from the outer rim that had intrigued. You insisted it was easier to do on the floor for some reason, so he insisted you sat in between in his legs in front of one of the sleek minimalistic lounges. He watched you work below him and when you made a grumbled noise of frustration he intervened, he shushed you gently, and his hand moved to guide your head against his meaty inner thigh, which seemed to calm you down slightly.

But on those nights after you had an especially rough day, when you seemed inconsolable, pressing yourself to his chest as firmly as you could, but still whining that you couldn’t feel him, he had a special move he would pull out. Whenever he decided you were in need of a little skin to skin, he would put his hand on your lower back and guide you over to the bed. He would sit you on the edge and step back, which you didn’t like at all. So you reached out for him immediately.

“Hold on baby,” he’d practically coo, in an uncharacteristically gentle voice. 

He’d shuck his clothing off as quickly as possible till he was just in his boxers before moving to you. You look up with big eyes taking in his pretty bare torso, but he couldn’t find a hint of lust in your eyes, only a kind of longing look.

“Up,” He’d tell you softly, and you complied immediately, putting your arms up as he reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. then he’d remove your bra to free your breasts, pulling another barrier out of the way from between you. Lastly he’d move to your pants, he’d squat down in front of you, hooking his fingers onto the waistband and tugging down, you’d probably have to hold onto his shoulders to keep your balance, not that he would mind. Finally you were bare in front of him, then he’d move onto the bed and under the covers, pulling you in with him.

He’d lay on his back, holding you on top of him, and here, under the cozy cocoon of blankets, you could finally calm down. You could feel every single inch of your skin touching him, warm, safe. Every part of your naked body felt like it was made to mold against his tall frame. Your legs tangled into his, your hips pressed into his, not in a sexual way, just there, against each other. His arms were tight around you, hands bigs enough to cover most of your skin, on the lowest part of your back, the other up against your shoulder blade. You ran your hands up his warm chest, feeling every dip and curve of the muscles there, you glided them over his shoulders and snaked them around his neck, twisting the lowest dark strands of hair that fell down the back of his neck.