I woke up gasping and sitting up then saying, "Jeaam!"
Zeckiel woke up sleepy eyed, "What?"
I was panting. I shook my head, "Nothing."
I got up and got some things to get dressed. The morning light poured into my room like water into a glass. Zeckiel sat up in my bed and his hair was wild grass in a field. It covered his face and ears. He had taken his shirt off because it was hot last night and I was beholden by the sight of this beautiful, sleepy, and amazing man in my bed. He didn't have well defined abs, but he did have a V-line. He looked at me with his orange eyes squinted from the light. He said, "Why do you keep having those nightmares. You're waking me up."
"Stress." I said to quickly and rushed out before he could prepare a rebuttal to my lie.
He stopped me though with his powers. Frustrated I growled, "Zeckiel."
"I do this out of love and care." He tiredly stated. He turned me around to face him. I stood in the doorway and he was still sitting in bed, "I can tell when you lie, Brima. Sometimes I think you forget I can read what your feeling like a book. You woke up more than scared. I would say terrified. Just tell me what's going on."
"I'm fine." I said. Though I questioned weather or not to tell him.
He got up and out of bed. His bedtime shorts hanging off his hips. His body was in full view. He laughed, "Something you like? Tell me what's bothering you and maybe I'll get closer."
I couldn't move and he was making run up the walls. I rolled my eyes, "I know you care about me and I love that. Thank you. I'm fine. I was just having scary dreams. I really am just stressed."
He walked closer and I could feel the heat on my face rise. I looked down and tried not to giggle. He stopped. He almost ordered, "Brima look at me."
I said after unpuckering my lips from a laugh, "I feel ridiculous. My face is all red and I want to laugh like a child."
"Because, you're embarrassed." He said and let me go from the grip of his powers. He picked my chin up and I started to giggle up a storm. He kept my chin up though. He said looking into my eyes, "You are embarrassed because you know your own lies to me and/or because I am making you all flustered."
"If you can feel the truth then you have to understand. I'm scared and I'm protecting you." I said.
"You don't need to." He said.
"I do need too."
He closed in a little bit closer to my face. I could feel his breath on my face. I felt something in me tingle and yearn for something. It felt like something was awakened inside me. The tingling feeling wasn't in a place I wanted to talk about. I could feel my heart rate picking up. My breath was what a marathon runner would be after a race. I started to feel like jello; I would have flopped all over the place if I wasn't confident. I started to yearn for touch and I wanted to feel pleasure though I wasn't sure what my body meant.
Zeckiel stopped three inches from my face. He smirked, "I love making you feel that way. Not yet though, princess."
He started to walk away but I knew what I wanted. I grabbed his arm and I wanted to kiss him like I fucking meant it. He quickly though had my arm behind my back. I said, "I really am not a fan of you right now."
"We have a lot to do today. Wouldn't want you to be distracted." He snickered.
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Fantasy"'What is life but set circumstances you have to move through as if you were swimming in a pool of syrup.' He uttered." Brima would come to this question and many others like it. She had lived an almost normal life as an elf in the capital city of T...