Excerpts

Convincing You To Hold My Hand

Her figure was beneath me- in all of its pale, delicate, curvy elegance. I was laying over top of her my weight sufficiently pinning her in place on the bed. The bed was only adorned with a sheet that was half way on and half off, a dirty sheet as well. She was just trying to change the sheets for our bed, but wouldn't quit being so damn cute. Shaking her head she laughed at my foolishness of keeping her to the practically bare mattress. I couldn't help but want to wrap her up and take care of her, in all her adorableness. After she'd been softly humming to the pop-y music over our speakers while being a domestic princess and stripping our bed of its dirty blankets to do the laundry.

So it's not my fault I had to tackle her down to tell her about it. With her below me it was the perfect chance to kiss her freckled face. Starting at her left cheekbone, then traveling to the other- making sure to try my hardest to memorize each freckle and each line. Then came a kiss to her pointed nose tip, she giggled when I did it through. Her forehead was after to check off on the kiss checklist, so I followed the list making sure to take my time to trickle over all her face before finally pressing my own lips to hers.

She softly complained for a moment as I was messing up not only her perfectly done candyfloss pink lipstick; along with the rest of her makeup, I couldn't care less, and if I have to pay for it to kiss her I will. It was probably all over me now, even on my own lips but I could not care any less as I had her right where I wanted her. She managed to melt into me, all the tension previously kept inside her skin vanished.

Taking advantage of it I swiftly grasped one of her smooth, small hands. I think the right but I with all happening I got swept up in the current. Carefully, as though she was made of porcelain, I moved her fingers apart so I could slide mine into the empty spaces. My thumb tracing small circles over the top of her hand, mine being almost twice the size of her own hand, and calming her a little bit.

While I did that I managed push up with my other arm and lean down to kiss her lips again. Then slipping my hand from hers and getting off her saying,

"Sorry for the interruption babe. I just couldn't resist, you looked so pretty... I'll let you get back to making the bed."

"Maybe I shouldn't... Especially if your going to convince me into messing it up again!" She playfully scolded me, trying her hardest to glare at me but failing.