Sick of Wasting Away (Open)
Jun 22, 2012 0:42:32 GMT -5
Post by Miranda Suery on Jun 22, 2012 0:42:32 GMT -5
Miranda didn’t want to feel strongly towards anyone in particular. She wanted to experience the world, and yet, didn’t want to connect with anyone. Maybe she was missing out on something that could be amazing. Also, maybe she didn’t want to be hurt anymore. People, especially men, had hurt her a lot in the past, so she decided to stop caring. If no one wanted to take care of her, she would have to do it herself. She knew she was odd, so she never expected anyone to fall for her.
Linden wasn’t bad to look at either. Sometimes she wondered who had chiseled out his features so well. She had admired him many times, at least in the bedroom. She hadn’t spent a lot of time on that though, since she was considered with her own pleasure, his came second. But wanted to try again, this time taking her time to admire him a little more carefully.
Miranda reached out to touch his face where the shy smile had erupted. Who was this sweetheart and what had he done with Linden? She lowered her hand again. “Next time,” she said. There would be a next time, she just wasn’t sure what it would entail. Would being with him be different now? Would he see her differently as well? And what would that make them? He was blushing, and she found herself falling for him a little more. This wasn’t fair. They were strictly meant to please each other in bed, not this. Whatever this was. Mira had no way of knowing what Linden was thinking when they had sex, she could only assume he was like every other guy. That’s what happened when you didn’t get to know someone, you assumed things.
Returning the short kiss, Miranda held back a pout, clearly wanting more. She enlaced her fingers through his and leaned against his chest, running her other hand over his arm and then chest. She was listening to his heartbeat, which was quite fast. “Can you feel me?” She asked. He was worried about his powers, and not being able to feel. He seemed quite capable of everything he doubted in himself.
Linden wasn’t bad to look at either. Sometimes she wondered who had chiseled out his features so well. She had admired him many times, at least in the bedroom. She hadn’t spent a lot of time on that though, since she was considered with her own pleasure, his came second. But wanted to try again, this time taking her time to admire him a little more carefully.
Miranda reached out to touch his face where the shy smile had erupted. Who was this sweetheart and what had he done with Linden? She lowered her hand again. “Next time,” she said. There would be a next time, she just wasn’t sure what it would entail. Would being with him be different now? Would he see her differently as well? And what would that make them? He was blushing, and she found herself falling for him a little more. This wasn’t fair. They were strictly meant to please each other in bed, not this. Whatever this was. Mira had no way of knowing what Linden was thinking when they had sex, she could only assume he was like every other guy. That’s what happened when you didn’t get to know someone, you assumed things.
Returning the short kiss, Miranda held back a pout, clearly wanting more. She enlaced her fingers through his and leaned against his chest, running her other hand over his arm and then chest. She was listening to his heartbeat, which was quite fast. “Can you feel me?” She asked. He was worried about his powers, and not being able to feel. He seemed quite capable of everything he doubted in himself.