Thread: A Dream Within A Dream (Captain Brandeau x Sketchyequine)

It was a pure miracle that, as messy as that reaction was, the damage it had done was so very little. Not a drop of toothpaste on his casual wear or her sexy attire. The floor on the other hand needed to be mopped and his toothbrush... bleached. The first step he had taken immediately clean himself up. The squeak of the faucet when he twisted it on and the sound of rushing water could be heard throughout his small apartment. He washed his hands off first, detailing in between his fingers and underneath his fingernails. Then he cupped as much of the freezing water into his hands and cleansed his face. It also awakened him, bringing certain things into the light. Like how amazing Sasha looked tonight and how she did that for him. After rubbing the water well into his masculine facial features, he studied the mirror above the sink for anything he missed and silently regret not shaving the unkempt stubble tracing his square jaw. Sasha did not seem to mind, telling him he looked great... or was she being sarcastic? Well I didn't see my boss today so I say it was a great day. Alexander concluded, just about finishing up. Keeping his head over the sink so the water would not drip onto his shirt, he grabbed the small hand towel hanging next to the mirror and dried himself off. He faintly felt her leg against his and it reminded him how his small bathroom held them so close together. The feeling was sudden, causing him to glance down and notice just how short her dress was. She did that for him. Every little way she moved had him thinking Sasha was not just his best friend, she was an attractive woman. He was blind to not have seen it fully before. To think it took all of this... He hung the towel back up but before he left, he leaned his large mass against the frame of the door, listening to open up to him like she had before but her words were more well put together this time around like she rehearsed. Or maybe she was much more confident in herself wearing an outfit like that. Confidence was hot. That's when she touched his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Yeah, of course. He was surprised anything came out at all with the way she looked into his eyes and touched him. With a simple look she could make his knees weak, his heart pound dangerously in his chest, his stomach enflamed. Alexander was finding it harder and harder to be himself around her. Well let's eat before the food gets cold. And then you can explain to me why the hell you would walk out there dressed like this. You think my neighborhood is any safer? he flashed her a crooked smile on his way out of the bathroom, constantly stealing glances in her direction when she wasn't paying too much attention to burn the image in his mind. I got the food, he said as he made her a plate with a generous portion of dinner, Why don't you go ahead and pop the wine open? You remember where the glasses are, right? As clich as this was about to appear, Alexander grabbed both of their plates and set them down on a small end table beside the futon, then turned on some music on a low volume to fill the silences. It was an extremely old classic by Elvis.