Lights Out

part 3

Gorya narrowed her eyes.

“I need clothes to wear.”

Thyme suddenly realized what he was saying, but also wanted to keep up the game.

“I will get you clothes, and I will turn around. But you have to stay right here.”

Gorya tugged at her collar as Thyme rummaged through his closet. She had never seen him this excited, like he was walking on hot coals. But just a second ago, he was completely and totally still, melting into me…

“Aha! Here.” Thyme said, spinning around with a white button-down shirt on a hanger.

Gorya let out a laugh.

“Thyme…” she started, hoping he wasn’t serious. But Thyme’s smile widened.

“Come on. You’re so tiny,” he said, gesturing up and down her small frame, “this will completely cover you.” He held it up to her.

“See? It’s like a dress!” he said.
Gorya laughed again and took the shirt from him.

“Fine, fine. But you can’t look.” she said, face flushing. Thyme was leaning in again, his hair was starting to stick to his forehead and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His smile fell into a serious stare.

After a long pause, Thyme sighed and turned around. Gorya hesitated slightly, but she desperately needed to get out of the uniform. She pulled at the pantyhose first from under her dress and rolled them down to her ankles where she kicked them off along with her heels. She immediately felt cooler.

Thyme waited impatiently, listening to Gorya struggle out of her uniform. He tried picturing her in his shirt only, but it was a fuzzy image.

Just then, he felt her arms wrap around him from behind, sending a wave of warmth over him. His hands clasped around hers as he moved to face her.

Gorya smiled shyly. He was being good, almost too good. She wondered when he would pounce, and how far she could take this until he did.

“Well? What now?” Gorya said, awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to the next.

Thyme closed the space between them once again, pressing her against the wall. He was still holding her hands, fingers entwined as he placed her arms above her head. Lowering himself slightly, he kissed her temple gently then leveled his gaze at her own.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked almost in a whisper.

Inside her head, Gorya was screaming “Yes, take me!” but she couldn’t say it outloud. Instead, she nodded slowly. Thyme leaned in again to kiss Gorya and she gave in, her body practically screaming out for him to be against her.

Thyme held back. He wanted to have her then and there, but he knew there were steps one needed to take first, especially with Gorya. They kissed for a moment, hands slowly moving to each other’s faces. Gorya’s fingers played in his hair as Thyme’s tongue touched her own. She smiled at the strange sensation. Thyme’s hands fell naturally to Gorya’s waist, and it took every ounce of discipline for him to keep them there. He finally had her where he wanted her, and all he could think about was what came next.

Gorya’s body wriggled against Thyme and once again, he felt himself becoming dangerously aroused. Without meaning to, Thyme pushed against Gorya’s hip in a thrusting motion, slightly moaning into the kiss. Gorya instantly unlocked herself from Thyme’s mouth and stared at him, wide-eyed.

Realizing what he had done and what she had felt, Thyme’s ears went red and he pushed himself away from her.

Gorya covered her mouth with both hands, embarrassed that she had moved against him in that way, which clearly caused him to react so naturally. She admitted to herself that she wanted more.

“I’m sorry,” they both said, in unison.

“No, it’s my fault,” they both answer, again, in unison.

Gorya laughed first, causing Thyme to smile.

“Maybe we should… talk.” Thyme said, cutting through the tension.

“Talk?” Gorya said, almost offended at the suggestion.

“Yeah, otherwise…” Thyme said, gesturing wildly.

“Ok, sure. Let’s talk for a bit.” Gorya said, following Thyme to the couch.