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Oil and White Lace - part 7

Tenderness in the Afterglow. (Part Seven)

Warning: Its a smut! Overstimulated couple, Softcore, like really soft. Theirs mot much warnings this time, other than woe to your hearts.

Summary: This man has lived many years, and hes felt many things in his life. Potent negativities such as anger, stress, pain and disgust with everything and everyone. So, whats a man like him to do when hes given the chance to feel good for his confusing emotions? And what about yours?

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The factory machinery was still heard through the walls of the room, but it barely bothered your sleeping figure.

The curls of smoke danced in the air as Karl blew them out, exhaling slowly as a small amount of ashes fell from his cigar onto the dark grey blanket, carelessly sweeping them away with his other hand. He glanced over to your form beside him, seeing your eyes closed as sleep shielded your consciousness.

The two of you had been at it for what felt like an hour after your roleplay scenario. It wasnt necessarily whole hour, but thats what your bodies felt like it went through. When the both of you were teetering off the edge of exhaustion, Karl had enough strength to carry you towards his bedroom where the two of you fell asleep since. Luckily it wasnt too late in the day, you had actually arrived at his factory very early in the morning which caught him completely off-guard with surprise. Nonetheless, he suggested the idea of the role play, and here you two were now.

Another large puff of smoke curled in the air as Karl blew out from the cigar, resting his forearm against his propped up knee while sitting up with his back against the wall, watching you sleep every once in a while.

He practically almost passed out the moment he relaxed in his bed, but he wasnt able to sleep for too long. Regardless to if it was a good or bad day, his subconscious self was always cruel. He woke up in a cold sweat, mind plagued by dreams created by horrid anxiety. This wasnt the first time it happened, and it sure as hell wouldnt be the last. This resulted in him having a terrible sleep schedule, staying up some times just so he didnt have to deal with the annoying reoccurring events, and sometimes only sleeping when he absolutely had to. When he couldnt sleep, he would busy himself with work day and night. He was kind of tempted to get out of bed, but taking one look at your sleeping body made him think otherwise.

Both of you had fallen asleep in each others arms, but at some point you unconsciously rolled away a couple of inches, the shared body heat mixed with the warmth of the room being too much for you to bare. He didnt mind though, he was content with watching you sleep when he couldnt.

God, how did this even happen? He wondered how he found himself in this predicament. One million things were wandering through his mind, all from why in the world you came to his factory to him almost never wanting you to leave. The things you made him think versus the things you made him feel had his mind slowly decomposing from anxiety. Did he think this was ever going to happen? His sisters adopted human child showing up at his doorstep with a glimmer in her eyes brighter than diamonds and a mouth that cried out the sweetest of sounds and spoke even sweeter lies? Seriously, what the hell were you thinking?

Karl definitely didnt see himself in this position. He really didnt. To think that he saw himself getting a love interest in his life- wait, love? This wasnt love, there was no way this was love, as much as he tried to deny it. Although, the idea of it was making his heart beat considerably faster. God, you had no idea what this was doing to him. He never saw himself getting with anyone, especially with what Mother Miranda had done to him. Hes a monster, he believed he would always see himself as one. But when he looked back to you while blowing smoke through the corner of his mouth, he began to ponder how exactly you viewed him.