One Shot Saturday!

Ron DeChant

Ron had an addiction to soft things. Typically, it just consisted of different texture things, piles of blankets, t-shirts or jackets, and your hair. Ron loved touching you because he always said how soft you were. From when you brushed your hair to when you shaved your legs, Ron loved to touch you. He always showed you how much he loved to touch you, but it especially came out when you showered.

You walked out of the bathroom, tossing the towel into the dirty clothes hamper on your way out. You walked into the bedroom, flopping down on your side of the bed next to Ron, who was reading a book.

"Well, hello," he greeted you, reaching over to rub your exposed back. You had given up on wearing a shirt to bed with him. A sports bra was sufficient so you didn't sweat to death next to Ron's warm body.

"Hi," you mumbled, nuzzling your head into the bed. He chuckled, setting his book down on his nightstand before reaching over you to grab your favorite lotion. You heard him put a little bit in his hands before his warm hands touched your shoulders. He slowly began to rub it into your skin, moving down your back. He went for your legs next, taking care of your body as he finished.

Next he went for your hairbrush, gently brushing the tangles and knots out of your hair, letting it fall back down. He set the brush down on your nightstand gently, laying down beside you and pulling your body close to his. He turned off the lights and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

"Good night, my love," he whispered to you. You smiled, curling up closer to him.

"Night, Ron," you whispered back, touching his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder before putting his head against your neck, slowly drifting off to sleep with the feeling of your soft skin against him.