Take it slow (zetabites)

TheNextGamer’s Christmas flashback is here if you don’t already know.

“If nothing else, believe this,” I said, “no delusion could account for what I feel for you.”

Her hand dropped from the doorknob. Her shoulders were slumped.

“How could I possibly let you go after you just told me you loved me? How could I let my dream get snatched away when it finally came true?” I continued.

My hand also dropped from the door. I was done being forceful with her. Rushing her might have caused her to call the doctors prematurely out of guilt.

“I want you to come snuggle with me in the bed. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to do anything more tonight. Or you can leave. It’s up to you.”

My heart was in my throat. The moment of truth. If she left now, things would quickly spiral out of control.

She smiled. “Snuggle? I guess that’s nothing compared to what we were about to do a minute ago.”

We crawled back into the bed and I pulled her a close as possible. I cradled her head against my chest. Her nipples promptly made themselves felt against my abdomen.

“J-john,” she moaned.

If a woman had been holding me like that with her breasts mashed against my face, I’d probably be getting worked up, too.

“Sorry,” I said, repositioning myself so her face was against my neck.

She calmed down as I caressed the back of her head with one hand, but her nipples never went completely soft.

“You’re acting kind of manly right now,” she said.

It took me a moment to associate that word with the meaning it held in this universe.

“Why?” I laughed. “Because I’m being tender?”

“Yeah. Feels nice.”

I’m not sure which of us fell asleep first, but in the morning I managed to watch her wake up, though I waited until we were both fully awake and eating breakfast before starting a conversation.

“Gotta be anywhere today?” I asked.

“Just watching over you.”

“And your mom?”

“At work.”

“Good,” I said. “I was thinking we could play boyfriend, girlfriend for the day.”

For a moment it looked like she was going to spit up her coffee.

“Come on,” I said. “Did you think that I was just going to change my mind about what I said last night, just like that?”

Her expression couldn’t decide whether to be happy or sad. “If you did, it might have meant you were getting better.”

“What could be so crazy about two people who like each other spending time together? I bet even the other John would want this.”