Rain had been sliding down the windows of Siobhan's apartment all night. She'd been planning to go out and get some dinner, but it looked like tonight she'd order in. She didn't much mind the rain, but her six-year-old golden retriever Michelle hated it. Surprisingly enough though, her dog was a wonderful guide everywhere else. Siobhan had been considered legally blind for the past eight years. Someone had driven them into a tree where a branch had scratched both corneas and left her vision all but clear, and there was quite the visible scar on her right cheek. She'd been dating Andrew for the past six months, and he hadn't made love to her yet. Touching the facial scar with her fingertips, she was thinking of the fact that she had other scars she wasn't too thrilled to show him, and wouldn't at all if she could help it. A knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Who is it?" she called through the metal door.
"Your one and only and I'm soaked," Andrew responded.
She let him in. He dropped a bag of food onto her countertop. It smelled like Chinese. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. Andrew knew Siobhan wasn't really an affectionate person, having also been raped as a child, but he just liked having her beside him; the physical side could wait. They ate the yummy, hot food and curled up to watch Red Eye.
The movie was fantastic but had a few scenes where she needed his shoulder for comfort and protection. The film ended, and he looked down at her. She'd slid into a light sleep, her hair tickling his neck. He eased her down onto the couch and stood.
He walked to his car, and got out three large grocery bags. The idiot packed everything like that, when all he needed was one. He entered the apartment and went into her bedroom. The white walls and blue curtains were around a queen size mattress on a beautiful four-poster bed. He opened the bag and drew out a few items, condoms being one of the first. He had no desire to have a child, though he made no assumptions that he would have her, but it was nice to think she might want him. After the room was set, he walked back to the living room and slid the door closed, still carrying the other bags. He stood looking at the beautiful woman. Her eyes were closed but she looked serene. He brushed his lips on her cheek. She stirred, then sat up quickly and looked at him.
"Oh shit, how long have I been out? I need to take the dog out."
He had done it already. Shell, as she was nicknamed, lay in her crate quietly sleeping. He pulled her to her feet and gently slid his arms around her. She liked hugs... it just took her a few moments to relax into his arms, but she did. Her little body fit well in his arms, and he kissed her forehead.
"You're the most wonderful thing I've ever seen in my life," he said to her.
She blushed, which he thought was cute.
"I think I know what you want, but I don't know if I can let you," Siobhan mumbled. His arms tightened ever so slightly and his hand cupped her head gently.
