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~*~ Kiss From A Rose ~*~
~*~ Two: Lizzie ~*~
Lizzie woke up feeling better than she ever had. As her eyes fluttered open, she was surprised to find herself enveloped in Gordo's arms. Slowly the memory of last night came to her: coming home to see her roommate and her boyfriend --ex-boyfriend, really, but only by a month or so!-- locked in a clinch on the couch. Lizzie had exploded, and her roommate had exploded twice as powerfully, and Lizzie, in tears, ran out of the house, vowing to never go back.
The problem was, she had nothing packed, and nowhere to go.
Well, not nowhere -- she had Gordo.
The thought of showing up at Gordo's front door this late and begging for a spot on the couch was embarrassing, but she knew that he'd never turn her down. He could have his apartment filled with supermodels, and he still wouldn't turn Lizzie away.
He'd insisted that she take the bed. Typical Gordo. She'd fought him every step of the way, insisting this was only a temporary thing, until she found a better place to stay, and she could take the couch. She wouldn't think of taking the bed.
They reached a stalemate. Both of them were way too nice to think of taking the bed for themselves, so finally Gordo just proposed, "Fine. Neither of us will take the couch, so we'll share the bed."
Lizzie hesitated only a second before agreeing that they were mature enough to handle it. They'd lain awake for hours, drinking in the darkness, talking about anything and everything. Lizzie had felt completely and totally safe.
That was the way she felt now -- protected. Gordo's arms were strong around her, and she breathed in his scent. Essence of Gordo, she thought, smirking. It was strong and masculine, in ways she never pictured Gordo to be. But that had been in middle school, when he was just a kid. When they were both just kids, and now they were adults. It still translated into their adult lives, the thrill of being near each other. Safe.
"Lizzie?"
Lizzie blinked. Gordo's voice was heavy with having just woke up. She debated whether to feign sleep or not, then figured there was no point in hiding from her best friend. She shifted slightly, careful not to escape from his arms, because she quite frankly didn't want to, and smiled over her shoulder at him. "Mmm. Morning."
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, his lids drooping and a dopey half-smile on his face.
"Yeah," she said softly. "Thanks."
"Of course."
"You're so cute when you're not awake," she marveled, delighting in the way that they could just be together.
"Then I must be frickin' adorable right now," he muttered.
"Wanna go back to sleep then?"
"I'd love nothing better," he said, closing his eyes and dropping his head back on the pillow. Lizzie smiled at his prone figure, then with as little motion as she was capable of pulling off, she leaned over and kissed his forehead, before settling back in his embrace once more and falling asleep again.
~*~ Kiss From A Rose ~*~
~*~ Two: Lizzie ~*~
Lizzie woke up feeling better than she ever had. As her eyes fluttered open, she was surprised to find herself enveloped in Gordo's arms. Slowly the memory of last night came to her: coming home to see her roommate and her boyfriend --ex-boyfriend, really, but only by a month or so!-- locked in a clinch on the couch. Lizzie had exploded, and her roommate had exploded twice as powerfully, and Lizzie, in tears, ran out of the house, vowing to never go back.
The problem was, she had nothing packed, and nowhere to go.
Well, not nowhere -- she had Gordo.
The thought of showing up at Gordo's front door this late and begging for a spot on the couch was embarrassing, but she knew that he'd never turn her down. He could have his apartment filled with supermodels, and he still wouldn't turn Lizzie away.
He'd insisted that she take the bed. Typical Gordo. She'd fought him every step of the way, insisting this was only a temporary thing, until she found a better place to stay, and she could take the couch. She wouldn't think of taking the bed.
They reached a stalemate. Both of them were way too nice to think of taking the bed for themselves, so finally Gordo just proposed, "Fine. Neither of us will take the couch, so we'll share the bed."
Lizzie hesitated only a second before agreeing that they were mature enough to handle it. They'd lain awake for hours, drinking in the darkness, talking about anything and everything. Lizzie had felt completely and totally safe.
That was the way she felt now -- protected. Gordo's arms were strong around her, and she breathed in his scent. Essence of Gordo, she thought, smirking. It was strong and masculine, in ways she never pictured Gordo to be. But that had been in middle school, when he was just a kid. When they were both just kids, and now they were adults. It still translated into their adult lives, the thrill of being near each other. Safe.
"Lizzie?"
Lizzie blinked. Gordo's voice was heavy with having just woke up. She debated whether to feign sleep or not, then figured there was no point in hiding from her best friend. She shifted slightly, careful not to escape from his arms, because she quite frankly didn't want to, and smiled over her shoulder at him. "Mmm. Morning."
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, his lids drooping and a dopey half-smile on his face.
"Yeah," she said softly. "Thanks."
"Of course."
"You're so cute when you're not awake," she marveled, delighting in the way that they could just be together.
"Then I must be frickin' adorable right now," he muttered.
"Wanna go back to sleep then?"
"I'd love nothing better," he said, closing his eyes and dropping his head back on the pillow. Lizzie smiled at his prone figure, then with as little motion as she was capable of pulling off, she leaned over and kissed his forehead, before settling back in his embrace once more and falling asleep again.