Too Soon?
Kaori didn't move as she woke. A warm, bare body was lying next to her, tight up against her back. A strong arm was wrapped around her waist. Then it moved, and soft fingers traced her shoulder and down her arm. It gave her shivers, but she didn't move or give him any sign she was awake. What happened last night was a mistake, she thought, it wasn't supposed to happen. But it felt so nice! Having a warm, loving person next to her through the night, keeping her safe. She felt safer then ever last night, and that was unexpected. Last night had been wonderful and very pleasurable, but it had ended, and she wasn't sure she could handle it again.
It was just too soon. Too soon to throw herself into a relationship with somebody she hardly knew and somebody who made her feel so weird. But what she couldn't stand was, no matter how much she hated falling in love…
She was.
Samdon's arm slipped away and he sat up in bed beside her, sighing. She heard him fiddle with his glasses for a minute, then he stood up. She could hear the rustle of clothes as he got dressed. She pulled the blanket up further, covering her bare chest to a better degree.
"It will be a one night stand, if you wish it."
"What?" Kaori sat up, noticing she just gave away her cover that she was asleep, but it seemed he saw right through her act.
"You've been completely still for the past hour," he murmured. "So have you," she retorted.
"I was…uh…watching you. Listening." Kaori sighed, "Yes." "Hm?" he questioned. "I want it to be a one night stand."
"Oh," he mumbled. "That's all it can be," she continued. "Why?" he asked, "Why does that have to be it? Is that what you want?"
Kaori took a very long time, but swallowed what she wanted to say and replied, "Yes."
"Alright," he said walking to the door, fully clothed now. "And I think I'm going to leave, if there is no specific purpose for me," Kaori added.
"As long as you don't go get yourself killed again," he smiled sadly, "Then go as you please." Kaori didn't reply, but watched him leave. He shut the door and she sat silently in her bed.
As the first tear trickled down her cheek, she shook. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of it. She was supposed to be dead, not in this mess. Not a mess.
Not in love.