Love Overcast // (ManxMan)

=Chapter 31=

Skylar: CLARK KENT COMING THOUGH!! Happy belated Halloween!

[Skylar]

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Keep your friends close,

And your enemies closer.

But keep the looming fortress of love farthest,

For it shall serve to be the gates to your heart,

And the walls to your castle.

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Often people are told that one should keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

But what if I held my most prized possession closest? Would he become enemy to me? Or is there more to the two-plied analogy? What comes after a friend? And what comes before an enemy?

I believe that the saying is correct. Keep those who are good for you in close proximity, and hold your most devastating mistakes to your heart. Surrounding all those layers, however, should be the omnipresence of the one special person, who never fails to grant the beginning of your day a thumping start and end the evening with a stunning smile.

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Mornings have never agreed with me. I always feel desperate for love and affection when I wake up, even if I am already cuddling with someone.

It's a very familiar sensation to be snuggling with something, but seems like I've forgotten how nice it feels to be lay down like this and just have a good night's sleep. He's less firm, less wide, less warm than Felix. It suits me better though, I find.

I bet everyone that knows Lance and I are going out would want to know how I deal with the sexual part of a relationship. In all honesty, little Skylar knows nothing about that sort of thing. I've heard a lot, but seen little. I personally find it one of the least important languages of love, but who knows, Lance might think differently. But that's a topic for discussion when the two of us have settled down more.

For now, I am extremely content with little kisses, holding hands and having fun. Sounds about right for someone like me!

I faintly register the flittering light against my eyelids, trying to burrow myself underneath Lance so the wind-blown blinds aren't trying to let light in and attempt to wake me. Try as I might, he's too heavy, even though he's not as heavy as Felix.

A very immature whine escapes my throat, a sound similar to that of a crying baby. Truth be told, I bare significant resemblance to a quokka. Just less hairy... I think.

Gentle fingers lay on my shoulders, applying pressure gently. I release tension I didn't know was pending and slowly ease into Lance's side.

Today is a very important day, we will be leaving to Whistler for the weekend and it is very exciting. Before that, however, I will need to reintroduce Lance to Felix as my boyfriend without them breaking out into a fight. It will be a surprise to Felix that I am bringing Lance with me, since he doesn't really want to speak to Lance again after what happened before. I have faith though, Felix is just a little embarrassed and guilty, nothing a good hug can't fix.

Small kisses land on top of my head, convincing me to wake up. "G'morning." I mumble, lifting my head and dropping it back down on Lance's ribcage. He feels warm even through the T-shirt. Both his arms are holding me, rocking me gently while kissing me on the head.

Lance has always been so attentive and patient with me. I feel a little guilty since I'm always jumping around him while he observes with a small smile, calming me down when I'm a little too loud. He never fails to let me know that he doesn't mind with hugs and snuggles. He's really a great guy.