Theme#3-Touch

It started as feathery touches. Little soft caresses down her arm when they were alone. The feel of his pebbled hand against her own smooth skin felt odd at first, but soon Amelia had grown accustomed to it. Now it was relaxing, and her eyes closed in contentment.

"I don't think I could ever tire of you doing that." She spoke quietly her face giving him a soft smile.

Zelgadis answered by slowly dragging his hand along her collarbone.

"I wish I could feel the way you do, this skin while great for protection, unfortunately isn't very sensitive to touch."

Amelia opened her eyes then giving him a sad look. "I still love it." She reached out, touching his face, cupping it in her hand, she let her thumb run along the pebbles that surrounded his eyes.

Zelgadis smiled to her gratefully. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He voiced.

Amelia blinked at him and then smiled. "Yes." She then snaked her hand down his face and underneath his shirt rather boldly, it caught Zelgadis off guard and he jumped at the unfamiliar feeling.

"Th—that—" he trailed off

"Oh? So you're skin is more sensitive then you thought." She smirked and ran her hand along his chest eliciting a soft moan from his lips. She blushed.

"Am—Amelia…if you keep that up—"Another moan escaped his mouth.

"Why would I stop? You seem to be enjoying yourself." She teased.

Zelgadis gave her a look that set Amelia on fire and her heart thumping madly. She only ever dreamed of touching him this way, and now here she was caressing him and receiving such sweet noises in return.

Zelgadis pulled her hand out from under his shirt and held it. Amelia's face was bright red, her body was hot, her lips slightly parted, her chest bobbed in rhythm to her heavy breathing. She made him want her without even trying.

"Maybe we should slow down." He spoke surprised to see the disappointed look on her face.

"I'm sorry…did I make you feel uncomfortable?" She asked.

Zelgadis shook his head, his eyes focused on those lips of hers again. "No…it felt great…but Amelia, you do understand what you were doing don't you?"

"Touching you the way you touch my arm?" She answered innocently, it seemed she really did not know, of course why would she, it wasn't as if she had been with many men…or at least Zelgadis hoped that to be the case.

"No..well yes, but the way in which you were doing it…Amelia—" He paused a moment trying to think of a way he could explain what he was trying to say without coming right out and saying it and embarrassing them both.

"You know those romance novels you're so fond of?"

Amelia nodded she loved her romance novels.

"Well…what…usually happens in those novels between a man and a woman?"

Amelia blinked thinking. "Well they usually end up falling in love and then-oh—oh!" She looked down her face turning red once more as the realization of what he had been trying to tell her set in.

"So…you understand?" He asked her.

All Amelia could do was nod profusely unable to look him in the eye.

"I don't want to do anything you're not ready for, we've been moving rather fast in this relationship, considering I've only been here, officially a month and half now—"

Amelia looked up then her face still red with the slight blush that crossed her face but her eyes were clear and understanding. "You're right. I don't think I'm quite ready…that's a big step…"

Zelgadis nodded and pulled her into his lap wrapping his arms around her in a hug. He buried his face into her hair. "Don't worry, when the time is right we'll both know, for now we can just sit together like this."

Amelia smiled returning the hug. "I'd like that."

The two sat there, holding each other contently underneath their tree well into the setting sun.