A story I'll be adding too.
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"The thing I wanted to tell you about, that I couldn't over the net..."
He's pacing.
It's late evening but she's easily able to pick out his dark brown hair, the navy corduroy coat with the gray shearling collar.
"Phhhhh, here goes." He turns to her, and she knows before she know what he's about to say.
He has his hands clasped, index fingers pointing out, heavy sigh, "Those people you write about-"
"Your one of them.
He stops dead, hands up still clasped unable to look anywhere else but in her eyes.
"Bingo."
It's not strong or mocking, but haunted and empty.
He's then wincing a little before asking, "What gave me away?"
She's stepping forward one foot and they are both startled still.
Why did she do that?
No clue.
"I feel you, like, your skin is mine."
She's admitting something she doesn't want to and he opens himself wide to this vulnerability.
"That's because, you have insight. You and I, we understand each other."
She's shaking her head in wonder, "I don't know how."
His smile is awe filled.
"I do. I could tell reading your words, the way your mind works, just like mine. You might not feel compelled to do it, but you more than empathize."
She looks down at the blacktop.
It's cold.
She dressed well in her slim fit wool coat but her cheeks are rose-red and her air hangs easily discernible.
"Where do we go from here?"
He smiles open mouth at her question, chilly night cutting his throat.
"That's the dilemma I have. I was going to call tonight off, Lace. I was going to do it to protect you, and then, I felt that I'd never felt that way before. Never needed to keep anyone safe. I don't understand feelings like that. Love, hate, I watched them long enough to be a pretty good mimic, but..."
He starts pacing again.
So calm in his facials, yet amped in his toes.
"I never had anything for me before, and I got selfish, and I just wanted to see if maybe, you'd let me give it try."
She shifts on her feet, stopping herself from stepping forward again.
"What?"
He meets her eyes, his gaze like live wires.
"You and me. Let me see if I can feel something and not have to pretend."
She should be scared.
Is, yet it's neck in neck with intrigued.
"You want a relationship?"
He looks, blinks once and purses his lips, not the way he'd put it.
"I think we could come to an agreement, that might be better."
She's as stern as he is, "An agreement."
He puts his hand on the hood of the truck,
"I don't want to own you, that's, sadistic, not that I'm NOT sadistic," he chuckles darkly, "Just not in that way."
She narrows her eyes, "You wants rights, or, access."
He cocks his head, "Close, I'm trying to find the words, I'm not normally...you got my tongue twisted little miss writer."
She flushes but maintains her serious demeanor.
"I'm not thinking as easily either."
He meets her eyes, "That means you're excited. That's what I want to hear."
He paces a minute, "I've already got your mind. I like it, it's why I'm here! I want your...no."
He lowers his head, looking under his brows, "Every pleasure point on your body, or more crudely, your holes would be mine. For my pleasure. I know how to damage people. I want to see what it's like to please someone, and myself, at once."
She tightens, gushes and her thighs clench, he sees her eyes, that caged rabbit look that's beautifully driven on lust and he knows.
She's his.
Or will be.
"That's your half."
It's smooth when she answers.
He tips his chin, "My half?"
She licks her lips, looks diplomatic, he feels a smirk start in his mouth.
Loving this.
"What's mine?" Flat, she's not stated her wants yet, so he offers, "You mean what do you get?"
She raises her head, regally, and that's what keeps him from grabbing himself in gesture.
His hands come out and open, then run the air down around himself.
"Any part that pleases you."
She's going to push now, and he's waiting, so she takes a step forward and watches him turn to her, eyes vigilant, hands lose at his sides.
"Your cock? Mine?"
He sucks in his lower lip and rolls it flat.
"If you're in agreement."
She blinks, so tempted, has to keep reminding herself of who he is.
Dangerous.
"I'm conflicted." She whispers, and he nods, "How could you not be? I'm not going to ask you to choose right now. Just, try it out."
She looks at him but through him.
What is she seeing?
He'd kill to know.
The silence drags, so he fills it.
"I'm more of a try before you buy kinda man. More fair you know?"
She exhales, it's white on the air.
He's on pins and needles.
She sighs, looking at him, and then, a smile for him blooms, so beautiful, so dark, he's soothed instantly.
"Yeah?" He nudges.
"Yeah." She ghosts, and as she goes to walk to him he holds up his left hand, turning to give her his profile.
"Give me, a minute. Okay?"
She cocks her head, concerned when he is able to look at her he sees this and is explaining immediately.
"I promised myself, if you said yes, I'd...do a little something to prove myself to you."
She sees a war within him and feels less fear than she should.
Why?
"What are you-"
He shakes his head, "You need to feel safe with me, how can you do that? Even without what I am. How does any woman trust a man. It's boggling. We're wolves."
She sighs and raises her hand to push her hair back, she swears his nostrils flare at her scent blown at him.
"So how do you make me feel safe?"
She asks a bit too sardonic.
She didn't mean it.
