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Jun 29, 2014 07:37AM
He shrugged, "their my friends..don't you like that about me?" He asked softly. "It just kind of happens.. I can't control how nice I am towards people.." he looked down, "are you mad?"
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"No.. No, of course. I love that about you." she murmured. "It just seems you go too out of your way to help others." she stroked a hand over his hair. "I just don't want you to get worn out."
"All right." she smiled and pecked his lips before going behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders and started a massage. "Look at all those knotted muscles.."
Bron did it for a few more minutes, until her hands were tired. She then took the seat next to him again. "Anything else I can do for you?"
He laid so his head was in her lap, "mm you've done so much already." He winked at her and took her hand, kissing it.
She smiled down at him, putting a hand on his forehead. "It could never be enough... You make me want to do more, y'know? It's cheesy, but it's true. You inspire me, William."
He blushed and chuckled, "I'm happy to be of service my dear." He yawned quietly, "maybe another sadwich?"
"Alright." she bent down and kissed the tip of his nose before putting a hand under his head and lifted it up a bit, got up and set his head on a cushion. She went to fix him another sandwich, filling it with chicken and veggies and cheese and sauces. "What day is it?"
He sbrugged and kissed her arm, "anything you want to do? Miss dripping with sexual implications," he teased.
She gasped, but let out a laugh. "Oh really?" she let go of him and leaned back. "Just for that, you're not getting anything for a week." she stuck out her tongue at him.
She giggled. "Too late mister dripping with sexual implications." she sat up. "I'm gonna make this torture for you." she said and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt.
He pouted, "that's not fair.." he said sadly. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them off so he was in his boxers. "Ill make it worse for you."
"I have more self control than you, my love." she grinned. "You boys underestimate us girls." she tugged off her shorts.
She smirked, rolling her eyes and straddled him, bringing her chest near his face, looking down at him.
He cchckled and slid his hand up and down the inside of her thigh lightly. He kissed from her waistband down and stopped right at the top.
"That I can turn you on...that you dont have as much self control as you think." He chuckled and laid her on her back again. He kissed her neck softly and slid his hand down, rubbing his palm against her.
"Now who's being all touchy-feely. You'd be surprised how much self control I have." she smirked, letting him do it anyway. "The point was to do it without the touching. As I said. Nothing for you for a week."
He whimpered and laid on her, "but brooon," he begged softly and nuzzled her, "don't be mean I'm a good boy.." he pouted.
She giggled "Fine. Friday after date night. Depending on how well the date goes." she turned to him with a smile.
He chuckled, "and I'm super nice and take care of you, and I protect you and beat up people that hurt you."
"Yes.. But you really haven't beaten up anyone for me yet." she reminded, sitting up a little. "I gave your little friend mouth to mouth the first day we met." she reminded.
He blushed, "but I will...and I used my fingers to repay you when you were ready," he kissed her hand and tsomach.
He frowned a little, "and it is a great honor.." he said softly and sat up. He was a little hurt, was she hint at the fact that he was somewhat of a man whore?
"So I do love you more." she smiled then sat up when he did. "You okay?" she asked, getting concerned.
"Yeah.." he assured quietly and looked st the floor. Was she unhappy that she wasn't his first? It felt almost like she was rubbing it in his face, all to prove that she loved him more than he loved her.
Bron sighed, knowing that she had upset him. "No, you're not.. I'm sorry." she murmured, taking his hand. "I keep fucking everything up." she muttered to herself. "I love that I'm not your first.. I mean, because that just makes you so much more experienced and so much better, you know? Ugh." she realized this probably didn't make him feel better. "What's the matter?" she asked, now feeling guilty.



