He thinks about if she had stayed little more. He thinks about if he maybe had moved to hover over her and pressed her down, grabbed her hands and pressed them down onto the floor. Or if she had moved to hover over him and pressed him down and grabbed his wrists tight and pressed them tight onto the floor, restrained them if he tried to move them, held his body still with her own. Or if he hadn’t just stilled like a dead fish in her arms, if he had looked up at her and wrestled her over and lied on top and kissed her very hard.
Or very soft.
He notes the handle pressing down once when he’s in the shower and the door is of course locked and it’s probably somebody else anyway but he still wonders if she’d barge in on him like this, if she’d step in and join him under the spray and if she’d take him into her hand and jerk him in her usual a little too slow, a little too soft, but still very nice way.
He wonders if she’d dare to climb into his bed, sneak into the room in the middle of the night and spoon him without asking. (Dare in despite of the other two sleeping in the same room or dare despite of, well, him, he’s not sure.)
(He wonders if she will ever get fed up with him and pull him aside and slam him up against a wall and scream into his face and maybe, maybe hit him.
But doubts it.)
Lastly, her last effort, the last thing she does – and he immediately knows that it’s the last, that this is all he gets, now it’s over, the bridges are burned, finito – is a gentle stroke across his cheek, so feather-light he barely feels it but still all his nerve-ends are immediately on fire, just in passing in a busy moment and nobody’s paying attention, this tiny last private moment in the middle of everything, over in two heart beats, and that’s it.
When he tries to catch her gaze over the dinner table later, she doesn’t look at him.
- (tbc) (maybe) -
yeah i can totally buy the managers knowing and just turning a blind eye/not telling the higher-ups. i kind of wonder how long one might actually be able to keep this up without being found out, like how much privacy does dorms & schedules offer etc. (technicalities, the bane of my existence. i just pull stuff out of my ass.)
(THAT SOUNDS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT TBQH. i... actually don't like dirty talking lmao i'm just excited for more shinro and that sounds right up my alley. ⊙ω⊙) (ALSO i happened to stumble across this (http://b1a4gy.tumblr.com/post/63531332570/het-chandeul-tittyfucking-fluff-ficlet-by-tylette) and can i just say HGNNNN. yes u should write more het u def should.)
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Date: 2013-10-12 04:54 pm (UTC)Or very soft.
He notes the handle pressing down once when he’s in the shower and the door is of course locked and it’s probably somebody else anyway but he still wonders if she’d barge in on him like this, if she’d step in and join him under the spray and if she’d take him into her hand and jerk him in her usual a little too slow, a little too soft, but still very nice way.
He wonders if she’d dare to climb into his bed, sneak into the room in the middle of the night and spoon him without asking. (Dare in despite of the other two sleeping in the same room or dare despite of, well, him, he’s not sure.)
(He wonders if she will ever get fed up with him and pull him aside and slam him up against a wall and scream into his face and maybe, maybe hit him.
But doubts it.)
Lastly, her last effort, the last thing she does – and he immediately knows that it’s the last, that this is all he gets, now it’s over, the bridges are burned, finito – is a gentle stroke across his cheek, so feather-light he barely feels it but still all his nerve-ends are immediately on fire, just in passing in a busy moment and nobody’s paying attention, this tiny last private moment in the middle of everything, over in two heart beats, and that’s it.
When he tries to catch her gaze over the dinner table later, she doesn’t look at him.
- (tbc) (maybe) -
yeah i can totally buy the managers knowing and just turning a blind eye/not telling the higher-ups. i kind of wonder how long one might actually be able to keep this up without being found out, like how much privacy does dorms & schedules offer etc. (technicalities, the bane of my existence. i just pull stuff out of my ass.)
(THAT SOUNDS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT TBQH. i... actually don't like dirty talking lmao i'm just excited for more shinro and that sounds right up my alley. ⊙ω⊙) (ALSO i happened to stumble across this (http://b1a4gy.tumblr.com/post/63531332570/het-chandeul-tittyfucking-fluff-ficlet-by-tylette) and can i just say HGNNNN. yes u should write more het u def should.)