Confessions of a Wanton

28 PG Waffles

🎶 Can I be him : James Arthur 🎶

Charlotte:

"Char..."

I glanced up at Damien from the clothes I'm pulling on that Mabel had brought me. She'd been so embarrassed about bringing them, clarifying that she only brought me her old maternity clothes because I'm so much taller than her.

I'm not that much taller, and we're similarly built, but beggars can't be choosers. I think she'd thought I'd be offended.

The black leggings were a little loose around my waist and a bit snug in the butt. I'd ended up tying the waistline and tucking it in.

I don't wear underwear and didn't bother to put the cute pink lace ones on. I could tell even if I tried to wear them they wouldn't fit. Also.... you don't share panties even though she'd told me they were new. I don't feel comfortable taking something like that and not being able to give it back eventually.

The sports bra she gave me is a little snug but not so much that my breasts are muffin topping out the sides. It also had that nice space in between that separated them. I don't like the uniboob feeling. I'm glad it seems that Mabel doesn't either.

The blouse she gave me is a light blue baby doll tee. The kind that scrunches right under your breasts to make them more noticeable, with bra well hidden, and flows dress like underneath to accommodate a baby bump. It's just long enough that on Mabel it's a dress. On me it's a shirt, falling down flat on my front and curving over my backside. It looked cute all in all.

I made the eye contact with Damien that he'd asked for, as I reached for the black socks I'd been give, as he sucked in a gasp.

I studied him questioningly. Eyeing the black tee and dark blue Jeans that seemed to fit him just right. His muscles barely straining against the shirt making it look comfortable and not too snug.

Guess he has clothes here stashed just in case. Lucky. I eyed his profile, letting him see that I liked his choice of attire by the way my brow arched and a smile tugged at my lips.

He's walking toward me now, a sparkle in his eye, a smile of his own playing on his lips. Reaching up his large hand to tuck my hair behind my ears as he kissed my forehead.

"Blue looks good on you, it brings out those gorgeous eyes..." his voice deeper than normal, a little raspy with emotion. "Cool like the ocean, turbulent like a storm yet soothing like the tropics. Fucking beautiful."

He whispered the last as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his warm embrace. I tucked my head under his chin, nonplussed, unsure how to respond to the reverence I heard in his tone. Instead I looped my arms around him, clutching his shirt and breathing in his soothing scent.

My eyes closed of their own accord, listening to the sound of his breathing and heartbeat combined.

A feeling of utter peace enveloped me. His scent a cloud of serenity, settling over me as I match my breathing to his.

"I missed you..." his voice had that same deep timber as before, though was quieter this time. The combined feeling of the sunshine on my back and him holding me, warming me to my core. Utterly content in the moment I replied that I know.

Squeezing him tighter as I tell him in my own way I'd missed him too. Without even realizing it.

He chuckled, the sound of kids dashing through the house disturbing the bubble of comfortable warmth we'd allowed to form. Taking my hand in his to lightly brush his lips on the back of it, he looked me in the eyes.