The Office Curve

In His Shirt

I can't remember when we got back home that night, nor can I remember the exact hour when I fell asleep.

I do remember that we didn't go to bed immediately.  The night was still young, and we were still amorous.  But we were also pretty dirty, and a shower was definitely in order.

"it's might fault that your dress is so dirty," he murmured as turned on the water spout.  "On the bright side, though, I didn't rip it."

"Does this mean you'll dry clean it for me, then?" I quietly purred.

"Only if you let me take it off you again."  His eyes never left mine as his hands moved up and down my sides, and I felt like I couldn't get out of my dress fast enough.  Never mind that I put it on no more than thirty minutes before.   "I promise I'll be extra careful this time."

"Sounds like an offer I cannot refuse."  I felt both shy and bold at the same time.  I still couldn't get enough of him, but there was still that vulnerable apprehension.  Even if I'd already put my heart on the line by uttering those three little words, I was still afraid that of being hurt because he had so much of me.  "I must take you up on it."

I lifted up my arms above my head, eyes closed as he lifted the dress up and over my head.  I shivered as the coolness of room hit me, but only for a moment.  He wrapped his arms around my waist and his warmth spilled into me.  My fingers worked nimbly upon the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them all with familiar ease.  I sighed as the rest of my clothing fell away, slow, not hurried.  My cheeks tingled with timidness even though I wanted to be with him, just like this.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Ummhmm."  I couldn't open my eyes.  I couldn't look at him.  It would break the spell if I did.  If I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me, I'd cover myself or run away - I was that vulnerable.  With blindness came boldness.  By closing my eyes, I couldn't second guess myself.  All I had to do was feel and know that this was meant to happen.  "I just get this way sometimes when I'm with you."

"Is that so?"  His fingers were everywhere, running through my hair, across my face, all over my body.  My body grew even softer.  "Just remember to enjoy yourself, okay?"

I nodded.  "Of course, always."

He took my hand and guided me into the shower.  The warm water felt so good on me, make it easy to relax.  Once again, his hands were all over me, holding me close, cleaning me and dirtying me all over again.  Not that I minded - of course, I never do.

"Tell me again."  He pushed me against the wall, moving himself in between my legs.  "Tell me, please."

"I love you, Kaim." I wrapped him arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.  "I love you."

"Open your eyes," he commanded, pressing his forehead against mine.  "Look into my eyes when you say it.  I want to see you."

I hesitated.  I didn't want to break this wondrous spell.  I didn't want the fear to overwhelm me.  I didn't want my insecurities to bury me alive.  But as they fluttered opened and those gorgeous blue eyes came into focus, all I knew of was warmth and safeness.  I knew I would be okay, and told myself once again that this was meant to happen.

"I love you, Kaim Harris."  I could feel myself connect with him physically and spiritually.  I felt this way with no one else before, and I wasn't sure if there could anyone else after.  The symmetry, the pull, the connection was undeniable - almost eternal. "You make me very, very happy."

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I couldn't remember when the shower end, or how we stumbled into bed.  All I can remember is the warmth I felt within his arms, and how sleep came very easily.