He carefully tiptoes his way over to her bedroom in order to find just any kind of cleaning utensils.
At the door he briefly hesitates , afraid of what he might find.But driven by natural curiosity and the need to ...well clean, he carefully opens the door.
Shes perfect.Thats all he can think of as he stares down on her sleeping form.The way her hair frames her face and her hand lightly rests on her forehead,is just perfect...except for the pair of arms tightly squeezing her body.
He tries to ignore the feeling of jealousy, lingering just under the surface but threatening to swallow him.
As he briefly wonders what it feels to be the person at the end of those arms,his eyes finally settle on the vacuum cleaner.
Die 3 week pile of dust! he thinks, only two more steps!
"Adrian?" her sleep-ladden voice whispers.
Damn!Busted!
"What are you doing in here?"
He turns around , twitching, trying to decide wether her comment is based on anger or just curiosity "Vacuum.The whole 3 week pile of dust thing..."
She carefully detangels herself from the way too possessive pair of arms.
"Come on" she grabs his hand and pulls him into the living room."Leave it!" she croaks as he fleetingly gazed at the vacuum cleaner.
The funny thing is he doesnt even register that he didnt reach his destination because he´s utterly focused on the warm hand,now firmly gripping his.
They sit on his bed...couch.
"Whats wrong?"she gently prods,caressing the back of his hand.
"oh, nothing" he lies, tries to lie.
"come on , talk to me" she tries again.
He shakes his head , grimacing "Its nothing!"
She looks at him again, trying to read his thoughts.
"Okay, so what do you want to do then? You are not going to clean, because im staying with you and I dont plan on doing things
ive successfully been avoiding for weeks.Especially not at a time normal people do that funny little thing called sleep"
DAMN , she chastised herself "sorry about thatnormal" couldnt your brain be ahead of your mouth..just once..
As much as he hates showing vulnerability at that moment , he just cant hold it all in any more.
"Why do I have to be so incapeable?"he asks , eyes brimming with tears.
"What? Thats not true , you are not.."
He doesnt even hear her, just goes on rambling "I vowed to keep her safe and I broke my promise and now I couldnt even protect her pictures! I am just so sick of it!"She instantly knew who she was.
Her hand momentarily lets go of his but only seconds later he can feel her arms encircling him, caressing his back,stoking his neck.
"Thats not true and you know it!nobody could have done anything different!"
he doesnt acknowledge the fact shes talking."I wanted to make it up to her -yea,like I could-by protecting our home, kepping things ...organized, b-but..."
"Sssh..." she kisses his cheek, nose, eyes, temple, anything within her reach, tears forming in her eyes as well.
She finally reaches his mouth and lets her lips caress his.
Feeling him deepen the kiss, something in the back of her mind acknowledges the fact that hes actually kissing her back.
germs, needles, milk, death, snakes, mushrooms, heights, crowds, elevators-in that order-fearing Adrian is kissing
her back!
She refuses to think about that now, knowing that if she let go, only the tiniest bit, hed draw back and that would be it!
Just then the same something as before niggles again, so she did let go then , immediately handing him a wipe from the nearby table.
A blessing and a curse he used to say , but as he reluctantly dabs the corners of his mouth , as much as he tries, he cant think of one blessing aspect .
It doesnt matter that he wipes his mouth because shes not looking at him anyway!
But when she finally does, he knows what shes going to say before she even opens her mouth.
"Listen, that was way out of line...it just .should never have happened!"
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