Disclaimer: I don't own WWRY…duh. We all knew that.
Author's Note: I just wanted to say that I have not seen the show yet, so this is probably not what really goes on in scara's head. I just wanted to try it.
He Kept His Socks On
The wind bit at my cheeks as I huddled under the small thin blanket. Damn, it was cold out.
I brushed some hair out of my face that the wind just pushed right back, covering my eyes and sneaking into my mouth. I sighed and just let go of it. I rubbed my arms, trying to get rid of my shivers.
Ugh! This van is so uncomfortable. I started to shift positions trying to fall asleep. How long have I been awake? God only knows. I couldn't sleep at all.
Just as I was starting to get comfy, I felt something move next to me. I then felt a warm arm wrap around my waist. Still a bit unsure of what to make of this gesture, I innocently curl up under his body heat and try once again to fall asleep.
Just as I was starting to drift away into my dreams, I hear a light snore. Nothing atrocious sounding like some of the students in my class during mathematics. But soft.
I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and his head shifting a bit, with a soft moan following it.
He's so adorable. He's like an overgrown child.
That's a bit scary. This man, this same man who is sleeping next to me is the dreamer. The one. This child, this…boy. He's slightly older than me, but mentally….
He's so god damn cute though. With his crop of black unruly hair falling into his eyes. His long lashes kissing his cheeks gently. His strong arms holding me to him in loving warmth.
My Life is complete now. I don't need anything else to survive. Just him.
I shift positions again, this time, turning towards him. His body responds, and loosens the grip on my waist so I could move. I could feel his legs with my bare feet. I slid my feet down towards his feet, you know, as an act of affection. But I didn't find his feet… I didn't feel any skin…
He kept his socks on.