Another first day

Ch.18.Girl.Friend.

Leon.S.Kennedy.
By the time we make it home I'm ready to blow, stressed out from the awkwardness, feeling I somehow betrayed her even if I didn't do anything wrong. She lingers a little too long in the kitchen, chatting with Chris, holding my hand, smoothing her fingers over the back of it while I wait, trying to be patient, but terribly desperate to get her alone.

"Alright, see you tomorrow, Chris, I gotta get some rest before spars tomorrow." She smiles, and he smiles back, oversized hand coming up to ruffle her hair making me uneasy, his voice too soft to be normal.

"G'night, princess, sleep well." She nods, dragging me off, a quick wave over my shoulder met with a jovial "Night, Kennedy!" before we're alone, behind the closed door of my room.

"Okay, tell me what's up." She pushes me back, sitting me down in front of her, her concerned, affectionate stare burning into me, making me nervous, afraid she'll be upset about what I have to say, afraid she won't be as good of friends with Jill if I tell her. She lays her hands on my shoulders, slotting herself between my legs, looking down at me in a way that makes me so glad I could cry, so much care in her eyes I almost can't believe it's me she's looking at. "You okay?" I took too long, I guess.

" 'm fine. That woman, she's..." I don't know how to say it, my unease growing with every second I keep it from her, reminding me of the sick feeling I felt outside the bar, when she gave me that look, upset over that random woman pressing against me. She didn't say it, but it bothered her, made me want to puke when she looked at me like that, like she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Did she do something? Or you just don't like her?" She's so gentle, running her hands up to cup the sides of my jaw, her touch making me hum, somewhat easing the tension wound up inside me.

"Be my girlfriend." Shit. Shit. Now I've fucking done it, ruined my plan, took all the goddamn romance out of it. Her eyes blow wide, and so do mine, surprise at my words crossing both of our faces. There's a few seconds of nothing, silence between us, save for our breaths.

"Yes." She smiles, big and happy, leaning in and slotting her lips with mine in a happy, loving kiss. My arms are around her the next second, dragging her into my lap and kissing all over her face, her giggles only serving to heighten my excitement. She's mine. And I'm hers. It's all
I've wanted, ever since the incident, giving myself to her has been heavy on my mind, and now I've done it, finally. "Y'know, I figured you'd just assumed we were together, after everything." I frown, not happy to have taken so long she'd written me off as ungentlemanly, but I don't even have it in me to care, not with the happy feeling buzzing under my skin, my heart hammering so hard I feel a little light headed.

"Told you I'd ask. Let's get into pajamas, yeah?" She nods, and I smile, that little "yeah?" something she says all the time, something I never did, at least not before her. I've become more like her, using her words and picking up some of her idiosyncrasies, and she's done the same, but I'm not sure if she's noticed it.

I reluctantly place her beside me, standing and moving to rummage through one of my bags, still packed up, a problem for tomorrow. I toss a shirt onto the bed for her, picking a pair of pants for myself, turning toward her to pull my shirt up over my head, watching her as she undresses, giving me a fantastic view, purposefully moving slow, pulling my shirt on while I struggle to get my pants up, eyes too busy drinking her in to pay any damn attention to what the hell I'm doing. I crawl into bed with her, pulling her back against me, the pressure on my dick almost making me whine into her hair. I've been hard since we left for dinner, her light touches throughout the night keeping it from easing back down, her "yes" leaving me dripping pre, the reaction terribly juvenile, but I can't help it, the thought of having her and being hers is mouth watering.