A/N Soooo I had this really random conversation with spicemeisje on MSn and well...Suddenly I wanted to do this. So I did.
Spice, thnx for inspiring me!
I lay on my bed, playing with my penguin plushie. I sighed as I held it above my face and just stared at it.
It missed and eye, but it was still cute. I sighed and pressed it against my chest, trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't.
Knock knock knock
'Come in.' I sighed.
'Hey Dahlia, I wanted to ask...' Mahad stopped in mid-sentence and stared at my hands, his eyes widened in disbelief.
'You have a PLUSHIE?'
'What's the problem with that?'
'Nothing. Just didn't think you were the type.'
I sighed and looked at my plusie again. Sadness must've been written all over my face because he sat down on the side of my bed and gently put a hand on my shoulder.
'Is something wrong?' he softly asked. God, his voice was sexy when he talked soft.
I kept staring at the plushie and opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. The memories I locked away for nearly twelve years all came crashing back. I started sobbing.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him, but made sure I hade enough room to back off.
I cried and he let me.
It took me a while to cry out, but eventually I was just of tears. I looked up at his face, his gorgeous, handsome face. He wiped the last tear from my eye.
'Are you alright, Dahlia?' he asked.
I tried to pull myself together. 'Sorry. It's just that...' I gasped and looked at the plushie again. '...that this plushie is the last thing I got from my mother. I was only eight years old when she brought it home for me. I immediatly loved it. Three days later she was dead. Killed in an explosion.'
I would've started crying again if I had any tears left.
He held me even closer. It was comforting to feel his body heat. I let my head rest on his shoulder.
'I'm sorry for you.' he whispered to my hair. Man, I really loved it when he acted more mature...Although I also loved it when he acted like a kid with ADHD.
I looked up again, he looked down at me.
And he closed the gap between our mouths with a kiss.
It felt good. It felt great. It felt like our lips were especially made for each others.
I felt better than I had in ages. I felt complete.
He gently pressed me down on the bed and lay on top of me. His hands slid under my shirt and his lips moved from my mouth to my jaw and then to my neck.
And this didn't stay with kissing.
And need I be honest, I was perfectly happy. I shared my bed with the sweetest man alive.
What more does a girl want?