"So, what was the occassion for the ride, Baby?"
He shrugged. "Just wanted to spend some time with you."
"Really?" Her eyes lit up.
"Yes...?"
"You didn't have to check and see if the motor worked?"
"No...? I said, I just wanted to spend time with you."
"You really like me?" She joked.
He chuckled, taking her arms by the wrists and placing them around his waist. "Yes. I do." He took her face in his hands, just as she did to him so frequently, and kissed her. When she pulled away, she looked dazed, head swimming from the kiss. "I mean. You're alright, I guess." He smirked.
"I love you." She kissed him lightly.
A few more days passed. His nightmares continued, and it drove her insane that she couldn't run to him. She just wanted to hold him and tell him that it would be okay.
They lay in bed together after making love, him holding her close. He had become more and more affectionate as time had gone on. Perhaps it was because he had craved it so much his entire life that he felt he should give to receive.
It was late, and she knew he was drowsy. So was she, to be fair. She rose to leave, but he tightened his grip.
"Erm...y...you don't have to leave."
"What?" She turned to face him.
He cleared his throat. "Stay?"
He looked apprehensive, but she could see the hope behind his mask. She stroked his face, smiling up at him. "Of course."
She snuggled up to him and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
He seemed restless to her, waking her up by fidgeting every once in a while. When she awoke in the morning, he was already awake, stroking her hair.
"Hi, baby."
"Hey. You gotta go to work?"
She nodded and he released her from his grip, allowing her to get ready.
That night, she slept with him again, and the next night, and the next. Each night she curled up in his arms, he seemed a bit more relaxed to her.
Holding her small frame in his arms as he slept was something entirely new to him. He had never slept in the same bed as anyone in his entire life. He wasn't too sure what his opinion was on the matter yet, but he thought he liked it. He liked the way her thin frame fit perfectly against his body when she snuggled up to him. He loved the soft smile that graced her beautiful, delicate features as she took her last breath before falling asleep.
Fuck, he was falling for her. Hard.
Maybe that was incorrect. Maybe he had already fallen for her and was just now allowing himself to feel all the emotions that came along with it. He had been so guarded, so afraid of being hurt just that one more time, that he had denied himself that.
But when he looked up at him with those big blue eyes he couldn't think straight and he lost the ability to form coherent sentences. It had been a few months since she had come to the Firefly home- he had lost count, truthfully- but that hadn't changed.
She knew it was a big step for him to let her sleep with him. She knew that it came with the possibility of being thrown out when he had a nightmare, but just the fact that he was able to sleep in the same room as her without tying her up or brutalizing her to the point she couldn't move was huge. She was proud of him for the way he seemed to be letting go of his demons and opening up to her. She knew there were some other things along the line he would struggle with, but she was so proud of him for the progress he was making. And, to be fair, that could have been because that progress benefited her, as it allowed her to be closer to him, but nonetheless she was ecstatic.
She had had a horrible day at work, and all she wanted to do when she got home was release tension; be that fucking the ever loving daylights out of Otis or taking an hour-long hot shower, she hadn't decided yet. But she was sure it would probably be both.
When she walked in the door, Otis and Baby were engaged in some sort of insult match, shouting different hilarious lines at each other. When he noticed that Adoria had walked in the door, though, he stopped and immediately walked over to her. "Bad day?"
"How did you know?"
"You look like hell."
"Thanks, babe." She started up the stairs. He followed.
"Pussy whipped." Baby muttered.
She flopped on the bed when she reached his room, and he sat behind her, beginning to knead her shoulders. "Oh, god, baby yes...God, that feels so good."
His rough, strong hands worked the muscles, and she melted under his touch, moaning and sighing contentedly.
"God, I can't stand those sounds you're makin', mama." He nipped at her neck.
"Then do something about it."
He pushed her against the bed, pulling her pants off and kissing her hips. She gasped as he went down on her; he never had before. She fisted his hair, jerking heavily as he executed what she considered perfect technique. He hadn't shaven that day, and his scruff tickled just perfectly.
She panted after he was done, releasing his hair from her grip as he kissed up her torso. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet." He quickly took his pants off, tossing them in a corner haphazardly.
"Oh, god...Baby you're gonna kill me."
"What an awesome way to die." He smirked.
After their rounds, she showered and flopped on his bed once more. He was sketching something in a chair adjacent to her. "Otis?"
"Hm?"
"How did you lose your virginity?"
"What? My dad fucked me, I told you."
"No, no. That doesn't count. That's rape. It's illegal and horrible and just...disgusting for him to have done to you. People that do that are trash. No, I mean the first time you had sex with a girl. A real, live girl."
Otis sighed. "Back when I was 15, I met this girl at the bar I went to-"
"A bar? At 15?"
"They didn't care. Anyway, I pick up this chick and she's hotter'n hell. Like...hot damn. And I'm nervous as hell. I don't know what I'm going to do with this girl. Only thing I'd ever seen was my dad fuckin' my mom, and then fuckin' me. So, we fucked in the back of her panel van, and she kept telling me how incredible I was. It was sloppy and horrible and clumsy, but she must've been into it. And we just kept goin' and goin' and goin'. She eventually fell sleep and I snuck out and ran as fast as I could away from her crazy ass. Annnd that would be the first time I had consensual sex. Exciting stuff, huh? Worst blowjob I've ever had, by the way."
"What?"
"Teeth."
She cringed. "Ow..."
"Yeah." He returned to his sketch. "What about you?"
"Huh?"
"First time you rode the fuck train?"
She laughed at his euphemism, earning her a crooked smirk from him, too. "I was in medical school-"
"Holy fuck, you waited that long?"
"Not everyone is as hypersexual as you are, Otis. Anyway, First year in med school, this kid was bangin' alright-"
"Bangin'? That a northern thing?"
"Yeah. Stop interrupting me!" She swatted him. "So, we got drunk after a big test and uh...that was that..."
"Hm..." He took a deep breath and turned to her. "So...you literally slept with a doctor. And here you are with me."
"Yeah?" She smiled, crawling into his lap. "I like you better. You're one of a kind. Those assholes are all carbon copies of each other." She twirled his hair around her finger. He seemed enraptured in her, slowly snaking his arms around her waist.
They slept together again that night, entangled in one another. She felt him fidgeting again, but looking at his face, he was dead asleep. That's when he started whimpering. It broke her heart...He sounded so helpless and scared. He untangled himself from her and turned on his other side, back facing her.
"No...Stop...Please...Please don't hurt me anymore..."
She gently laid a hand on his side, willing him to wake up and come to his senses.
"Mommy, no...no!" He began to shake, bringing his hands up to cover his head. "NO!" He kicked his legs frantically. Her heart sunk. She knew what was happening in his dream. "Daddy, no! NO! THAT HURTS!"
"Baby, god...please wake up..."
"NO! STOP!" He flailed, shoving her off the bed. "Please, please stop...I didn't do anything...I...I'll be good..." He struggled fiercely again. She hoped he was winning the battle in his mind. "Please..." Abruptly, he shot up in the bed, gasping for air. As soon as he gained his bearings, he curled up into the ball that he always did, cursing. "FUCK!"
She rose from the floor, touching his shoulder lightly. "Baby?" He screamed in terror. He had forgotten she was there. "Sorry, sorry..." She sat down next to him on the bed. She could see him debating in his mind whether to throw her out or let her stay. He rubbed his temples, sighing. "You're okay." She stroked his back.
"Fuck..." He muttered again.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close to her. "It's okay..." She rested one hand against his head and pushed him toward her, peppering his cheek with kisses. He simply closed his eyes.
God, it felt so good to him to have her there. To have someone right there, loving him like this after he had just had one of his episodes. Showing him that he still could be loved, even if he was as flawed as he had just shown. He felt her nuzzle his face, pressing more kisses to his cheek. He loved that. God, if he could just get her to sit and do that for hours, just loving on him like this...Especially after the images in his head that he had just experienced. He tilted his head closer to her, and he felt her smile against his face as her hand rested on his chest.
"Baby, your heart's racing..." She whispered. He nodded. "Relax...I'm here...I love you...I love you so much..."
It finally clicked for him that she definitely wasn't here to just hurt him and move on. She was here for him. She actually loved him. And dammit, he loved her too...
