the entire rest of the day has been nicely ruined by my little breakdown. i mean, i can't complain about clay's constant embraces, but what hurts is seeing him so broken. he's blaming himself for not understanding all the signs and red flags earlier. i keep telling him it's not his fault, that he did absolutely everything right but despite that he won't change his opinion.
an hour ago he cried. i was half asleep when i felt the tears running down my neck and heard his muffled sobs. i had no idea what to do in that moment. it felt like i'd been shot a hundred times in my chest. 'please don't cry for me' i said, but no response.
for now i have no motivation to get up and be productive. i'm safe sitting here in clay's arms, and i doubt he'd want me to leave anyway. his nose is nuzzled into my short dark hair. i can feel him breathing. i can feel his heart beating, slow and steady.
"i'm too empathetic," he mutters.
"yes you are," i nod, "but i love you anyway."
"love you too."
he gently kisses my neck in a few different spots. every moment of contact with his lips sends electricity throughout my body. my breathing becomes shaky. what this guy does to me..
he abruptly stops, way too soon for my liking.
"don't stop, th-that was nice."
he smiles and leaves me to admire his perfect features for a couple of seconds before continuing. instead of just mindless pecks he softly sucks down on the vulnerable skin on my neck, scouting for a particularly sensitive area. he settles on a spot just below my ear, sending multiple shivers down my spine.
his hands are touching my sides, eventually sneaking their way in under my shirt. he uses his fingertips, running them up and down my sensitive skin to create an amazing, otherworldly feeling. i try to stifle any sounds threatening to escape my mouth but inevitably fail, letting a few aroused moans slip out. i can feel clay smirking, losing control.
he carefully pulls away, licking his deep purple work of art before letting me snuggle into his chest again, of course keeping his hands still under my shirt.
"you liked that huh, hot stuff?"
i just giggle as a response, face red and hidden in some sort of irrational shame.
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tea - dreamnotfound
Fanfictiongeorge is not only plagued by his eating disorder, but also by his small crush on his best friend that only seems to grow as the days go by. ~~~ tw; eating disorders, self-harm/general violence, swearing, no smut but a lil more than just fluff/impli...
