Oscar:
"I think I should leave." Cat says, even though she makes no attempt to do so.
"Well, I think you should stay." I say, taking her arms and pulling her closer to me. "Come here, let me help you." I says, gently lying her down and resting her head on my lap. "Tell me, what's bothering you?" I ask.
"It burns." She says hesitantly. "It happens whenever I have a nightmare about Harry." She explains, and don't need any more explanation.
"Tell me if this helps." I say massaging the sides of her forehead. She hums softly and we stay in silence, my hands drawing circles on her head, and her eyes peacefully closed.
My hands leave her head and I start to brush the soft fur of her shoulders and arms with my fingers, working my way lower. I pet her white colored tummy, looking into her eyes and trying to figure out if she's ok with it. Cats don't tend to allow tummy rubs, and my cat is no different. "You're surprisingly tamed." I comment.
"I don't know what you did but I don't think I can move." She admits. It's not true, she can move but she seems so relaxed that she'd rather not.
"Are you saying that I can do whatever I want with you?" I ask with a playful smile. She doesn't answer. I bend over her and kiss her upside down, investigating the new angle as my hands do the same through her torso, more eagerly than gently. She moans in the kiss when my hand hovers past her groin. I part our lips and retreat my hands as I sit upright. "Sorry, I keep forgetting." I apologize brushing her hair with my fingers.
She sits in front of me with a frown. "Are you sure you want me to be with you? I can't give you that, at least not yet." She says.
"I don't care, I don't want anyone else, I'll wait for you to be ready." I say moving a lock of her hair from her face. "I'm sorry for earlier, it's just that having you this close I kind of lost control and... allowed my instincts to take over. I'm sorry." I say hoping it sounds as sincere as it is.
She nods, looking into my eyes. I shouldn't even think this but I really wish she gets over her fears soon, I don't think I'll be able to suppress my needs much longer. Then again, one wrong move and we're over. I can't allow that, whatever happens I need her, I need her kisses, her touch, her voice, her smile, her eyes... The only reason I've been able to survive these last three months is because she was pretending nothing had happened, meaning we would still hang out as friends, and she would still smile for me.
She yawns and it's only then that I realize of how tired I am. "Do you want to stay to sleep? I don't think you've rested very well the few hours we managed to sleep." I say taking her hands in mine.
"You wouldn't mind?" she asks in the same naive tone she wakes me up in whenever she has a nightmare. I shake my head smiling and she answers with her own smile.
I pull her closer to me, getting both of us under the sheets. "I'm sorry if I kick you in my sleep, you know I move a lot." She apologizes in advance.
"All I want is for you to sleep well, I don't care if I don't, and don't hesitate to wake me up if you have a bad dream, I told you earlier, I'm here for you." I say, my arms protecting her small body as it rests on mine.
"Thank you, I don't know what I would do without you." She says it in such a way that I feel my chest tightening. I hug her closely. She yawns one last time before drifting into sleep and I do the same shortly after.
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Free yet trapped
Romance"Just tell me already!", he says impatiently though still with a smile. "Fine!", I mutter irritated. "They did a bet over when we were getting back together." As soon as I say that I question why on earth I didn't lie, then again, Oscar knows when...
