Thread: Reconnected [Reserved]

It was more mutual than she could ever know. Everyone who was close to them in any sense saw it. He always bragged about how great she was to people. Of course he was cold, calculated, articulate about it. Never would he let on that he had feelings for her, at least not explicitly, but everyone knew. He simply and completely ADORED her. From her cute albeit off-beat in a sense looks, to the simple jokes and obvious connection that they had, she was the most perfect human being he'd ever allowed into his life. The extent to which he showered her with praise in private surpassed even that of the woman who'd broken him. That devilish woman, the one that had played him as a pipe for his highschool years, then left him out to dry. The one that he'd claimed would be his wife, strangely, not even word of her had matched his desire nor fervor in speech. When outsiders would hear this, they would swoon with how 'sweet he was to his girlfriend', only to be corrected, and confused by this labryth of foolish self defense that he'd constructed. The day that plane lifted off the ground he would be there, that he was sure, he knew that he would be broken. It was ironic that all of the preparations he made to protect himself from being hurt, were very likely the reason why he was going to be crushed. Everyone rallies to the cause of him spilling out his heart to her, begging her to stay, and telling her that she is the one, but those who know him, know his stubbornness, and his determinism. He knew that it wasn't just lust, he knew something was there, but it would be to hell and back trying to convince him to take any leap that might result in him falling flat on his face, with her laughing. He wouldn't be made a fool of again. He was very much so turned on, and willing to allow themselves the moans and screams that were so very familiar to them. Luckily for her, as stubborn as he was, and as deliciously appealing her split legs were to him, he cared about her genuinely. So as he removed his clothing and slid into bed beside her, his arms did move around her, but rather than grab her greedily, they merely comforted her, and pulled her close to him. He softly spoke into her ear, Something is wrong, I can tell. You know that you can't fool me Anna. I know you... pretty well. he admitted. His erection was still rather prominent against her ass, but he wasn't trying anything. 'Damnit, it's times like this I wish my body and my mind were on the same page.' he couldn't help but kick himself over the fact that he didn't think he could be around her for more than a couple hours without begging her for the right to pour out his feelings and his passions to her. Still, he reserved some amount of self control as his lips brushed her collar, her shoulder, and her neck, not in a sensual way, but in a very sweet, patient way. He wanted to hear what she had to say, to have her open up and trust him. He was sure that she knew that as a friend, she could tell him anything, and even as a friend, he'd do anything to make her happy. If only she knew that he was completely and wildly crazy about her. Still, he wasn't about to simply have sex with her, allow them both to fall asleep, and let this issue slip into obscurity. It was here, she was upset, and he was going to pry.