maddieandchimney said:
Madney + body appreciation
"What are you doing, babe?"
Maddie heard Chimney's voice, and she nervously smoothed her hands over the lacy nightgown. She was in their shared bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. Her hair fell over her shoulders in long brown waves, and she'd used a gentle perfume so that she stood in a mist of orange rain.
"You okay?"
Chimney's voice called again, after she didn't answer. She'd never done something like this before. They'd been dating for a few months now; they'd had sex before, but she'd never tried before. She'd never gone out to buy a whole outfit for sex, and she was terrified of what his reaction would be. Would he like it? Was lace his thing? Did he like black? Would he think it was weird that she was wearing lingerie since that was definitely not normal for them?
"Babe," Chimney said, and his voice was closer. Maddie dropped her hairbrush, spinning around in a panic, but Chimney was already at the door.
He stilled, and she blushed, a red flush spreading from her face all the way to her chest she was so embarrassed.
"Maddie," he whispered, his hands falling to his side. "Fuck."
"Good fuck?" She asked, wishing she had something to keep her hands busy.
"Very good," he said, holding a hand out. "Why were you so nervous?"
"I've never done this before, you know," she stuttered. "Never bought lingerie for you, I didn't know if you'd think it was weird. Or you know, laugh at me for trying to be sexy."
"I would never laugh at you," he said, so serious, and almost offended. "You are so sexy, Maddie. No matter what you wear, but this nightgown is definitely amplifying a few things."
His hands traced over the straps on her shoulders, and she swallowed, trying to find air. "I adore you," he said. "And if I have ever given you any doubt, I love your body, but I love your body because it is yours."
She pressed her lips together, trying not to cry. He was always so tender, so gentle.
"I love that your lips still smile when they see me," he said. "I love that your eyes crinkle up along with your lips, showing me that you are actually happy. I love that your ears are so soft, and that when I kiss behind them it drives you wild."
His hands drifted over her body, and he moved closer, pressing his lips behind her ear. Maddie felt her whole body light up, and she reached out for him, desperately clinging to his shoulders so that she'd stay upright and not just melt into him.
"I love your neck, and I love kissing down it to your breasts," he said, doing the actions as he said them.
He started steering them towards the bed, and Maddie let his words take her away. The nightgown gradually came off, and then Chimney's hands were at her stomach, gently touching the raised skin there.
"And I love your scars, even if you don't," he said, leaning to press kisses there. "Because while I hate what you went through, I love that they mean you came back. You got out. And you healed."
The tears she'd been holding back finally spilled over as Chimney pressed another tender kiss to her scars. He was right. They were a sign of healing.