Stalking the Dancer || 18+

Part Nine - Dreams

Her thighs are still trembling, although she's squeezing them together now. She sits on my lap, letting me hold her. She's such a sweet girl when she's not spitting fire- not that I prefer one over the other, I think she's perfect all the time. Especially when she's coming all over my lap while she rides my fingers. That was an unexpected start to our night together.

"You're hungry." I say it as a fact because it is one. She's usually eaten dinner by now so I know she must be starving. I can't let my Doe go hungry when I'm the one who wore her out in the first place, "I'll order takeout, what do you like?"

She shakes her head without daring a glimpse at me, "No, no. Don't spend your money when we've got food here." Sweet, but not enough to deter me. "I've never spent a Friday night in with a beautiful woman but, in my head, I always imagined takeout. Appease me?" I tip her chin up toward me so I can find her eyes. "Do you like Thai food?" She nods her head in my grip and I see her eyes light up for a split second before she hides it away. 

"Okay, go get ready for movies on the couch. You wanna pick?" She can't hide her visible excitement anymore, that trademark gorgeous smile breaks across her face before she jumps off of my lap and heads back into the bathroom before closing the door behind her. 

I can't fucking believe she's letting me in, she let me touch her in ways I've dreamt of for so long. I didn't want to give in to my desires, I'd fought to restrain myself as I watched her towel slip from her back, landing in a heap on the floor. I held my tongue as she stared at her naked reflection in the mirror, giving herself the dirtiest looks imaginable. She obviously didn't like what she saw and that pissed me off. So I snagged her clothes from where she'd left them and waited for her to call to me. Even as I held her little panties in my hand, I told myself to stay back, not touch her. Looking is what I'm used to, it's what I'm good at. Human interaction isn't exactly my strong suit.

But holy hell, when she finally turned to look for her sweater I couldn't wrangle my demons any longer. I needed her so I took her and she let me. This has got to be a dream, some kind of trip that I'll wake up from soon, but I don't give two fucks. I'll take her in any dimension that she'll have me because I'm a lucky bastard just to breathe her air.

I pull out my phone to order our dinner and notice a final warning text from Lee. I still can't believe he's letting me have this much time alone with her but I'd be a damn fool if I didn't use up every second of it. After paying for the food, I wonder what she's doing behind that door for so long. I haven't heard the toilet flush or any water running, but I also can't hear her moving around, either. 

The minx doesn't leave me hanging for long before I hear the distinct buzz of an electric razor that she must've found in the bathroom drawers. I rush to throw open the door, finding her standing in front of the same mirror she scowled into earlier, only this time she holds her arms above her head, causing her sweatshirt to ride up and show me the pretty black underwear I stole earlier. 

In one hand she holds a lock of her auburn hair and in the other, she's got the razor to her scalp. "What the hell are you doing?" I do my best not to shout, but it's physically painful to hold my volume steady. Her eyes go wide, finding mine in the glass, "I've always wanted a side shave," I don't let her finish before I disarm her and take the blade for myself, flicking the power off. "Are you manic right now? What the fuck's going on?" I dip my head down to hers, not giving her space to evade me. 

"No, asshat, I'm not manic." The words drip from her lips like venom. "My dreams were shattered in a single solo rehearsal, one mistake, and everything I've ever worked for collapsed around me." She lets her hair down and turns to face me fully before planting a finger in between my pecs. Her eyebrows scrunch and I can't help the way my dick twitches at her anger. "Dreams that required me to be a perfect lady, with long, shiny hair and a pretty body to match." She jabs into me and I feel myself get fully hard but do my best to keep her rageful eyes on mine rather than the tent in my pants. 

Her hair twirls around her shoulders as she turns back to the mirror, "Dreams die."

The words stop me in my tracks. They're not wrong, death is ruthless. It comes for all things, eventually. She planned her future around a goal she'd had since she was a child, which must have been a huge loss in her life. She needs control, she needs to rip up whatever path she'd planned to take and pave a newer, stronger one. A path that starts with liberation from the rules she's had to follow to chase her old goals. 

I feel the vibration in my hand before I realize I've turned the razor back on, surprising her, too. "Let me," I don't ask because I don't want to know the answer. It's selfish, sure, but I've never claimed not to be. I part her hair carefully, using the tips my little sister gave me when I used to french braid her hair for school years ago. When I get a clean part, I show it to her, and for the first time since I told her that she could choose the movie, she flashes those pearly whites at me. 

It doesn't take me five minutes to get an even shave, the hair floating to the floor around us as we both hold our breath. When I finish, I turn to the mirror so I can see what she sees. I've never seen someone so cute look so strong. Soft and badass, all wrapped into one perfect package. I see a strength in her eyes that wasn't there before when she was bare to herself after her shower. It's a fire burning slowly, growing the longer she admires herself. 

This is the Doe I wanted her to see earlier, the Doe I've seen from the first day. I want her to be just as hooked on herself as I am, it's a high better than any drug I've ever done. 

She's saved by the doorbell ringing to let us know our food has arrived and it's another cosmic punishment that I'll have to wait to show her just how sexy her new haircut is. "Go get the food, hm? I'll clean up in here." She turns to me quickly, muttering a small 'thank you' as she scurries past me and out the door. 

We quietly eat as we watch Sigourney Weaver crashland on a prison planet, kicking off what Dorothy calls "the best movie of the franchise by far". I've never seen any of them and I definitely couldn't tell you how many there are, but I'm excited to find out why she's so enamored by it. I don't have much time to watch television or movies, my interests lie elsewhere. Mostly, they lie wherever Doe is. 

Somewhere around the scene with the dog, we finished eating. I remember that because I spit my beer whenever the thing exploded on screen, and Dorothy laughed so hard I thought noodles would come out of her nose. After we packed up the leftovers, I pulled her to me and she surprisingly snuggled into my side. We watched until the very end and I turned on the next movie in the saga before I let my hands find her hips. She doesn't brush me off so I pull her to straddle my lap in a swift movement. A small oomph is the only protest I receive as I settle her soft ass down on my legs.

"You asked me to stay." I search her eyes for any emotion that may flash across them. Her curt nod and the big green orbs I find so unreadable staring back at me are the only answers she gives. 

"You'll stay in my room from now on, I'll move all your things over tomorrow." Bossing her around is always a toss-up, I never know which Doe will respond to me. Sometimes she fights against me tooth and nail, but sometimes she gives me exactly what I need the first time I ask. 

"Why?"

"Because I want you in my bed, sleeping with me." My hand finds the side of her neck and my thumb strokes her jaw. I can't decipher the look on her face, as usual. I'm starting to think she's doing that on purpose, hiding everything she feels from me. I suppose I deserve it after stealing her privacy away, but that doesn't make it any easier to take. 

"You aren't sleeping with anyone else?" She asks the question like she already knows the answer, but she doesn't know shit. I'll do whatever I have to do to prove myself to my woman, no matter how little she thinks of me.

"There's no one else, Dorothy. I haven't been with a woman since I laid eyes on you." Her eyes go wide at my confession, I don't know how crazy I've got to be for her to understand the depth of my obsession with her. "I can't even look at other women the way I used to, all I do is compare them to you. And they all lose miserably." I watch her pale cheeks flush pink and her hooded eyes fall to my lips whenever my cock twitches under her ass. I love the way she looks on top of me, I can't help but fantasize about what she'll look like riding me. 

Fuck, this woman will be the death of me. 

So, like the reckless fuck I am, I pull her down until her lips crash against mine.