12 – 16
Jade Green Roses
Otto/Nova
She always looks at him in that loving way. Gently letting her pink eyes wash over his body approvingly. Her mind silently imagining all the things she could do to him while he's locked in her room with her. The ways she could touch him, the things she could whisper in her flustered haze and the way she could moan his name. She thinks these things when she thinks no ones watching. But I notice. I notice every time.
And I wonder why it isn't me she thinks of touching, whispering to or moaning for.
He's shy. I can see that every time I press my side to his or when I kiss him softy and get little in return. But I can't fault him for it. This is after all his first relationship and I can't blame him for being shy. I know I would be...
Oh cringe. Did I really just think that?
She pretends to listen as he talks about his latest project, while pulling at wires or smouldering metal together. She nods in the correct places and agrees and compliments. In real life however she has no idea what her beloved is talking about. She loves him with all her heart but when it comes down to a new project he can be a little too much like Gibson for her liking. But she suffers in silence because she doesn't want to hurt the one person who matters most to her.
Gold and green make an interesting blend. One is childish enough for both of them and the other hardy enough. They balance each other out. When one is down the other is there to be a shoulder to cry on. It's just the way it's always been.
The proud green rose emerging from the vase in her room didn't catch her eye until she walked passed it. She backtracked a few paces and took the sweet rose into her hands. Lifting it to her nasal receptors her processors took in its sweet sent. The card accompanied it was marked with only two words.
Love you
xx