He knocked on the door, and her heart started beating rapidly in her chest. After a quick glance at her reflection in the mirror, she hurried down the stairs to let him in. He wasn’t exceptionally handsome, just a little taller than her with mousy brown hair, but his smile was infectious and his eyes twinkled when he laughed. Her breath caught in her throat as she opened the door and watched his face light up.
They went through the usual small talk, sorted out drinks and snacks, and settled down on the couch to watch the movie he had brought with him. Each was exactly aware of the other’s body, careful not to accidentally brush up against a leg or graze an arm. Neither was really watching the movie, only pretending too. She could smell the faint tang of his aftershave, as well as the more subtle but infinitely more intoxicating scent of his body. They both snatched quick glances at each other, blushing and looking quickly away if caught, a faint blush rising in her face while he just smiled and drank in her face. He was amazed at the paleness of her skin, her face like pure alabaster, translucent and beautiful. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, and his heart leapt each time her eyes met his.
The movie ended, with neither of them the wiser to its plot or ultimate ending. A silence which should have been awkward but somehow wasn’t ensued, as they both wondered how next to proceed. The real purpose of the evening was still to come, although both were nervous about what was to happen. Justifying it to themselves, saying it was just because they were lonely, that they needed the human company and physical contact, and besides, it wasn’t as if they were going to have sex, just sleep in each other’s arms. As she brushed her teeth, he undressed, leaving only silky boxers on, and climbed into her bed.
Again, a blush rose in her cheeks as she saw him propped on the pillows, watching her enter the room with a small smile on his face. Giggling, she demanded he close his eyes as she undressed, and he did so, marvelling at her innocence and purity, longing to be close to her, hold her against his body and fall asleep breathing in the scent of her hair.
He opened his eyes as she got underneath the covers, dressed in a boxer and camisole pj set that left an expanse of that smooth alabaster skin exposed. She settled as far from him as the queen-sized bed allowed, the gulf between them almost sparking with their combined energies. He turned the lamp off and pulled the duvet up over both their shoulders, slowly moving closer to her.
She felt the bed move as he slowly inched his way towards her, feeling the heat of his body warm the smooth cotton sheets between them. He stopped moving while there was still a gap between them, and she cursed herself for not being bold enough to move herself and close the few inches between their bodies.
“Can I hold you?” he finally hesitantly asked, for the first time sounding unsure of himself. She jumped when he spoke, and looked deep into his eyes, filled with as much longing as she was sure her own were. Slowly, she turned herself over so her back was to him, then moved towards him, stopping only when her body was firmly pressed against his, back to chest. Both remained still like that for several moments, their muscles tight and almost thrumming with tension. Slowly he moved his arm until it was resting on her hip, wriggling his body until her butt fit comfortably in the hollow formed by his pelvis. He could feel her heart beating madly in her chest, just as she could feel his too-rapid breathing. Shyly she entwined her fingers with his, then moved his arm until it was encircling her, his hand coming to rest in the valley between her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, and felt his body relax against hers, as he gently brushed his lips against the bare skin of her back and shoulders.
