The Experiment (Draft)

Hope

Owen:

After our half hour was up, we decided to go directly to bed. When I came in to say goodnight to Lid, I noticed she was shivering.

"Hey are you cold? You could always use one of my long sleeves." I offer.

"Um, yeah. I would actually really like that." When we get to my closet. I go to this long sleeve blue flannel, and stick it out to her.

"Owen? Can I actually like, sleep in your bed tonight? I don't do not want to do anything, I just want to be warm, and my room only has one blanket." Is this for real? Why did she not just ask Luke? Oh yeah, I remember, he doesn't produce much body heat. His tiny torso barely make enough heat for his spindly legs.

"I would love that. And I promise I won't try anything." That reassures her.

"I'm just going to change in your closet." She shuts the door, and all I hear in Luke softly snoring in the other room. I get up and turn the lights off. When she emerges, I see is her silhouette in the closet's harsh lighting.  That flannel left everything to the imagination, in all the right places, showing curves in her chest and hips, and she wasn't wearing pants, because the shirt was almost to her knees.

"Um, what side do you want?" She asks.

"I honestly don't care." As long as I get to be with you.

"Alright then." She lays right in front of me, and I pull the green blanket over us, and make sure not to touch her unless she wants me to.

"I'm sorry if you freeze to death,  I sometimes think that I absorb more heat than I produce."

"That's great because I produce so much heat that I usually can't sleep with a blanket on. This is a treat." I feel the mattress shake from our laughs. I feel her inch toward me, but still not touching. She turns around, eye level with my chest. She looks at me wit those blue eyes, and I have to move my hands under my body to refrain from touching her. She snakes her arm around my torso, and she presses her chest to mine. I kiss the top of her head, and rest my cheek on where I kissed her.She shifts her head, looking up to me, and softly presses her lips to mine,  ever so gently.

That's all it takes, suddenly my hand are out, running along her rib cage, and every time they get to the biggest part of her ribs, her back arches. She likes that. I leave my hands there, and  kiss her so hard, I feel like I might break her. She pulls away.

"Owen, you should know that I love it when you kiss me like that, but there is magic on soft kisses. I'll show you."

She brushes her lips across mine,then they trail down to my jaw. She kisses me there for awhile, and I'm excited to know if I will get a hickey. I hope so. We kiss softly for a while, then I eventually pull away from her full lips, knowing that if we kiss any longer, I won't be able to stop. She half lays on top of me, her soft belly resting on my hip bone. I like it that she has a belly. She wasn't overweight or anything, she had the same amount of stomach as those pin-up girls they painted on the WWII airplanes, and she had the same curves. Man, she had curves! The only straight part on her body was on her shins. She was such a sharp contrast to me, and I was in love with those differences.

*****

I wake before her, and the huge window reveals the sunrise, casing light on Lydia's hair. Her hair in this light was the same orange color as the sun. The little stubble of leg hair on her upper thigh sparkles, and compared with her pale skin, she looks like one of the vampires from that movie she wanted to watch yesterday. I lay with her for a while, smoothing down the hair spread across her back.

I rub my chin, and bolt up out of bed to check if there is a hicky. Yes! There is! Oh, and some stubble. I hop in the shower and shave, and when I get out, wrapped in just a towel, I make sure to flex as I  walk to my closet, and I can feel her eyes hot on my shoulders, and smirk.

"When did you wake up?" There was that sleepy voice again.

"About half an hour ago. What about you?"

"You opening the door woke me up." My shirt fell down off her shoulder, and she didn't bother to fix it. She had those little lines you get from sleeping all over her shoulder. I walked into the closet and put on that pair of grey sweatpants. I then laid stomach down on the bed facing her. She was propped up on her elbow. I put my hand on her rib again, and she smiled and bit her lip, which made me smile in return.

*****

Lydia wore my shirt and a pair of black leggings to the breakfast table, and I wonder if Luke realized it was mine. He stared at his plate of scrambled eggs until I sat down, thumbing my hickey, and when Lydia saw, her grin lit up, and she sat up straight in her chair, drawing Luke's eyes up to see her smile, and he swallowed hard when he found it was directed at me, not him.