Love At First Lie | Herophine Fic

Eyes Open

HERO

Slowly, my eyes begin to flutter open and for once I'm not in the position I fell asleep in last night. And neither is Jo. Instead, I find myself curled around her. My arm drapes across her belly while my head rests soundly on her chest. Her steady, low, constant heartbeat tells me that she's still asleep which is confirmed when I turn my attention up to look at her.

She looks so peaceful. Serene even. Her long lashes graze the top of her cheeks gently and her lips remain slightly parted, allowing for her even breath to come in and out. I can't help but just look at her. I could stay here all day. We're in such a fucking predicament. All because we're supposed to be fakers in this house. When in reality, everything I've done and shared with her is very real. There's no denying anything between us now. Not after our shower, last night and what she shared with me. I can't even put it down to good casting on Charlie's part for the show. The chemistry and everything else we have transcends that.

Last night went so smoothly and so much better than I could have imagined. It was so... easy. I could say too easy but then I'd be spoiling it. Everything with her is easy. I never have to think twice about anything. It all just flows and slots into place. Neither of us has to think, we just do.

I've always been rather closed when it comes to my feelings and kept them close to my chest. There's no specific reason why, I've just chosen to be that way. But with Jo, all those barriers are broken down and washed away into an imaginary ocean. I find myself wanting to be vulnerable and honest with her. I'm not afraid to show her my true self. Something everyone - in my eyes - hides away for themselves and just one other person. Their person.

Everything about last night was perfect. I'm so glad I had the little epiphany in the kitchen about going out for dinner. The double elimination was a bastard's trick and I hate seeing how much they affect Jo. We could have gone home but seemingly we're much better at this than we thought we'd be. The house seems empty, there are only three couples left meaning we're into the quarter-finals per se of the show. I know they'll big that up when it eventually goes out but the reality of it all is much deeper.

The perfection continued with late-night snacks and mine and Jo's little heart-to-heart - if you could call it that. If I'd had known her secret beforehand I perhaps wouldn't have pushed it so far with her. A part of me felt bad dragging it out of her from threatening to tickle her. My dirty mind thought I'd made her think about blowing me when I passed the phallic-looking pastry comment but no, turns out she's never even done that. Nor has anyone done that to her.

While it does partially baffle me that she's never done that or experienced it for herself, I know it's because of how intimate it is. She's not wrong on that part, I'm completely inclined to agree. Kissing, foreplay with your hands, fuck even sex, in general, is intimate but there's something about oral and actually putting your mouth on someone that just takes it to a whole other level. When it comes to that, I'm happy to both give and receive. I'm a sucker for watching whoever's above me lose themself while I work my magic.

And a very selfish part of me wants to experience that... with her. With Jo. I want to prove to her that while yes it's intimate - maybe one of the most intimate things you can do - as long as you trust the person you can still enjoy yourself. Looking down at her sleeping form, I can't help but let my mind wander about how incredible it would be with her. I've seen all of her, I've tasted her luscious full lips so I can only imagine how she'd taste elsewhere.

Strangely, in return, I wouldn't want anything. I'm not saying things shouldn't be reciprocated but primarily I want this for her so she can experience how good it can be. Waking her up in this way sounds like such a good idea in my head but I'd need to know she was okay with this. That she'd trust me enough. If she didn't want it, I'd wait. Happily. Until she was. I know this is something for her.