She gasped quietly when he first touched her face, her breathing caught in her lungs until he let go. She stared up at him, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth as he heart rate picked up so quickly she thought she might've went into cardiac tamponade for a moment there. When he moved away she whimpered not wanting his hands to leave her face. "O-okay. I'll talk to the nurse about that" she muttered, trying to get her blush to go down still
"Alright." He says sitting back down, running his fingers through his hair. "I apologize. I didn't ask before touching you" he says straightening the collar of his shirt and clearing her throat, his usual stoic expression written all on his face.
(Sorry it's short, I'm in a hurry but i wanted to try to reply to this)
"N-No need to apologize. It was n-nice, actually…" she muttered, keeping the same blush as before when she spoke. She watched his expression intently, biting her lip harder as she watched his fingers run through his hair smoothly.
(Hey. I was just wondering if I should wait for a response?)
(OH sorry). ‘
He chuckled softly with a smirk
“Well that’s a first. You’re quite interesting” He says offering a kind smile.
“Nice wouldn’t be the word to describe being touched. Especially by me” he muttered the last part.
(It's alright :))
She heard the last part clearly, flushing red as her mind cooked up insinuations of what he meant. She decided to ask out if curiosity. "What do you mean, especially not by you?" She asked timidly, biting the inside of her cheek
He was a bit shocked she had heard him, but he answered her anyway.
“W-well…. everyone’s scared of me. Anyone kept at this institution would be. And they know how everyone feels. I’m….dangerous” he said calmly, as it he was stating a common sense fact. He leaned back in the chair and took a deep breath, closing his deep blue eyes, standing out particularly thanks to the rest of his very dark features. Reopening them, he looked at her. She was gorgeous, and he wasn’t going to deny that
“Anyway, for someone to say it was “nice” being touched by me…..is not normal. Are you so touch deprived that even i satisfy you?” He asks with an almost seductive tone
She let a small 'oh' slip from her lips as he explained, watching him sit back in the chair before looking down at her lap again. Her fingers were in a dance and some fingernails were in her lap, a thing she did while she was nervous. She brushed them off before looking back up at him after he'd spoken, the blush still embedded in her cheeks. "N-No, not deprived…" she scoffed, her hand going numb as he looked at her. "Pht, what makes y-you think that?" She asked, rubbing her palm with her thumb to try and get the circulation back.
He quickly noticed her nervousness and laughed a bit, thinking it was cute in a way.
“I can pick up on things quickly. Also, you seem pretty lonely here. Being touch deprived isn’t a bad thing particularly. Its just….. a thing that happens. Hell, I’m even touch deprived. We’re all human.” He shrugged.
“Also, you don’t have to be nervous around me. I wont kill you. Stop stuttering so much. It may be cute but it gives away nervousness and fear.” He says calmly
Though he couldn’t read her thoughts, and he would never be able to, he could sense that she was nervous.
She looked up at him, catching his eyes and somehow not looking away immediately. There was comfort, something in his eyes made her stop shaking. Her circulation came back in her hand but now there were pins and needles in her feet, but did she care? No. She did it subconsciously but she leaned in, her skin begging for the touch she didn't know she needed until she noticed that she was drooling slightly, her body jerking back and her eyes coming back into their sleepy, dainty little daze. Her lip slipped back into her teeth, her lashes fluttering as she pushed down on her thighs
He studied her actions and her eyes, the lonely look in her eyes.
What should he do? Do people normally do this? She wasn’t normal though, so he wasnt going to judge her going off of that. But his chest pounded and ached a little when she pulled away.
He was almost anticipating it. Her touch.
He was also touch deprived, so he assumed that was what he was feeling. But he wasn’t about to touch her when she had just pulled away, though he was about to.
“Are you alright?” He asks, his voice soft and gentle as his hand reached to tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear. “I apologize for potentially making you uncomfortable. That was not my intention”
Butterflies
Butterflies everywhere. In places below her stomach which made her blush and her heart rate pick up so fast that she was self conscious that he could hear it too as it pounded in her ears. She opened her mouth to speak but no words made it out, just a soft whimper as she pressed her head against his hand only so slightly. Her lashes landed on his skin and as she blinked she gave him butterfly kisses. Her skin felt electric where he touched it. Like he'd left a current that was dancing around on her skin and wouldn't fade away till she returned it.
And my god did she want to.
Words finally collapsed from her plush, deep pink lips. "You didn't make me uncomfortable. You made me… the opposite… actually" she muttered just loud enough for him to hear.
He let his soft, big hand slip from her soft cheek, down to the bed, leaning toward her a bit as he leaned on the bed and his eyes locked into hers.
The feeling of someone’s skin on his was so calming and peaceful.
Yeah he was touched every now and then, but that was only when the security guards came and pushed him around before her beat the crap out of them.
The only touch he ever received was harsh. No love or care in the words he received, only pain and harshness.
Never had he experienced something like this. It was different when he grabbed her hand from before.
He kept his position, above her, by only a bit as he was leaning down.
“Oh……” was all that escaped his lips. He looked down, which was a slight mistake, as he realized he looked down at her chest, though quickly looking away. Expecting to look at the floor when he looked down. Though he hoped she didnt notice his mistake.
His face turned red as he bit his lips, licking them a little making them slightly glossy.
What was he going to do in this situation?
In any normal situation he would pull away immediately, whether he seemed rude or not. But he didnt want to pull away. She said that he didnt make her uncomfortable, so should he stay? The door was practically locked, so nobody could come in. Yet this was too awkward. He didnt really mind though
She didn't move when he came in closer, their face barely a foot apart. She could taste his breath which smelled of mint and something else she couldn't remind herself of although it smelled astonishingly familiar. Her breast heaved up and down, her lip parted as she tried to get more air into her lungs and brain so she could process this.
He was so close. He looked so good. The touch was still lingering on her skin and it burned like fire, the memory of his hand biting into her skin.
She felt so protected. She hadn't felt it in a long time and she wanted badly to take advantage of it. Feel more and more protected. She could control herself though, just a little bit longer.
She never dared look away, scared that the feeling would go away with it. She muffled a quiet whimper before letting her hand slip to his, her long nailed, un manicured nails tracing along his skin.
When he spoke she let out a silent sigh as well, trying to breath normally again which seemed impossible when he was this close. She noticed his eyes glance down, her red colour brightening again at where he accidentally had looked. She nearly lost herself when she caught him biting and licking his lips, her eyes entranced for a minute before she looked back up at him, her eyes clouding with something unfamiliar but something that didn't bother her one bit.
The sound of yelling and crying came into his mind as he got closer. A nostalgic feeling flooded his chest when he looked back into her eyes, not wanting to look away.
”Don’t tell anyone” the memory of that sweet girls voice flooded his mind from oh so long ago.
sitting in the grass, a little blonde girl with the straightest hair he’s ever seen sitting right across from him. Him when he was around only around 8 years old. The vanilla scent radiating off of her and her sweet brown caramel eyes looked into his as she held up her small finger to her glossy lips with a childish grin.
“Wait….when will you come back?” He asked nervously, his dark eyebrows stitched together as his eyes were wide, his chubby freckled cheeks relaxed. Not in a sleepy way or a calm way. More in a sad panicked way
He didnt want her to go…
“I’m running away. I don’t like this home.” She says grabbing his hand from the grass and squeezing it. Her light baby blue dress stained green at the ends from the fresh cut grass and leaves fell down from the willow tree above them.
“I cant. She’ll hurt you if she finds you and you know it!” His Small voice cracked a bit.
She grinned and leaned over, kissing his chubby freckled cheek.
“That’s why ill make sure that she doesn’t find Me! Cayd…… I’ll be fine i promise” She ruffled his hair as the small boys eyes watered.
“Can i go with you!?” He asks her desperately wide-eyed
“Let’s go together! We’ll be the sneakiest ever!” She exclaimed. The stars in the sky glimmered over the children and the willow tree, the lantern beside them, the flame flickered, threatening to catch the grass on fire if the lantern got knocked over.
”we leave tomorrow night alright!?” the little girl smiled at him as she stood up, still holding his soft hands.
the boy nodded as he wiped the tears away from his cheek and his overly curly hair fell over his forehead.
Levi leaned in a bit more, daring to reach his free hand up to the side of her face, hoping the skin wouldn’t shock her. His lips parted, as if he were about to say something, but he never did.
What would he say anyway?
His skin just got closer and closer to hers in the silence of reality as his mind was the opposite.
She watched his eyes dance behind their unmoving screen, her heart slowly melting and glowing at the fact that he was looking at her but she knew he was looking at something else. Her breathing became more evened as she watched something play on the screen beyond his eyes. She watched him well up slightly before smelling her own nostalgic smell, the way her grandmother smelled when she was hugging her when she was around 14. She didn't ignore it, in fact basked in it, waiting until it eventually left and she realized that his hand was pressed to her cheek, her eyes fluttering to look back up at his, to see if he saw her now.
“Nostalgia” he whispered the word as if it were a realization.
A word that he had been searching his mind for oh so long and he finally found it.
His voice soft, loud enough to hear, yet quiet enough to let it slip from your mind.
Old enough to live but young enough to dream, his mind wandered from place to place.
Why did she make him feel this way? He had only met her, seen her around and thought nothing of it.
But now….. what the hell was this feeling?! That was making him feel like he was about to go absolutely insane from her touch and her breath. Her eyes and her face, those lips and her soft eyelashes that fluttered every time she blinked which was actually really darn adorable.
His hand became shaky as he was putting almost all of his weight on it as he leaned on the bed so he wouldn’t fall over her. He wanted to say something so badly, but the words wouldn’t come to his mind.
What would he even say? That she’s gorgeous and reminds him of when the butterflies swirled around him in the sunflower field when he was little? Or how he wanted to stay here forever?
He missed this feeling… And even though his mouth wasnt saying anything, his eyes said it all
She heard him say something to himself but didn't catch it, deciding that he probably didn't mean for her to hear it anyways. Her eyes broke from his again to look down at his lips, licking and biting her own once before looking back into those amazingly blue eyes. She didn't realize it for a second, but not after long she could see what he was trying to say.
She watched the words appear in his eyes, biting the inside of her cheek and blushing as she heard "touch me" over and over again in her head. She took a short breath before turning her head to the side, coyly kiss his thumb while never breaking eye contact as she did this, letting her bottom lip drag along his skin before nudging his hand softly and lovingly with her cheek.
"Is that ok?" She asked, hoping she'd read him correctly
She seemed rather distracted, yet extremely focused on him, his eyes and his lips….
“my lips!? What?” he asked himself through his thoughts.
What exactly was she thinking? He just couldn’t read this girl!
But he was sure whatever she was thinking, he was fine with it. His skin tingled as he moved closer, but just then she moved. Her lips touched his skin and she kissed his hand. Why?
He let out a breath that he was holding in as her bottom lip dragged along his skin and his heart beat hard and fast against his chest. Her soft voice trickling into his mind, filled with a thousand thoughts twenty seconds ago, and now it was so fixated on her. Her touch.
Wanting to stay there forever, feeling her and her feeling him.
“Y-yeah…” he says quietly in almost a whisper a little bit of voice creaking through though still soft. Obviously distracted by what she just did. His hand slid down from her cheek, to her jawline then cupping her neck softly, pulling her every so close. He didnt know what he was doing, but he was doing it.
She watched his reaction to her kiss, wanting him to look at her like that forever. The sheer power of his gaze made her weak and submissive, her eyes inviting and wanting even if she herself was usually distant and offset. It felt like he saw right through her even though she knew he couldn't, like no part of her could get away. She didn't mind staying either.
Her skin burned with desire when his hand clasped around her neck and he pulled her closer gently, their faces only inches apart. "I want you to kiss me but I don't know if you want to" she sputtered, finally saying something.
Her comment wasn't to fill the silence, but to conquer her buzzing mind with questions she wanted to ask. This question and his answer would sum it up.
Truth was, that she wanted to be more than just kissed
His hand on her cheek made it impossible to look away, no matter how much she blushed
(So before i do anything, what rating are we keeping this? Because I’m literally down with any lol)
(Same here lol. Just as long as we take it to PMs)
(okay lol. I don't think it'll get quite there yet)
His face turned visibly red at her statement. He wanted to so badly, it was going to drive him crazy if he didn't. Which wasn't going to be much if a problem if he did go crazy, considering they're already in a mental ward FOR crazy people.
His hand slides down to the small of her back before leaning in more, leaning her back pressed against the bed as he hovered over her.
Should he? I mean, why wouldn't he. There was nothing holding him back and everything pushing him forward.
He could feel her breath on his lips as he leaned in more.
"are you sure you want to get involved with me? I don't want you getting into anything that you'll regret later on. " he whispers in an almost seductive voice, keeping his eyes locked into hers.
But before she could answer he took a deep breath and pressed his lips into hers, tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes.
The butterflies again; this time all over
Her heart was pounding in her ears, her eyes closing slightly more and more as he got closer and closer, a pleasured gasp escaping her lips as he placed a hand on her back. She slid over so he could sit down while he moved closer, noticing that his hand that was holding him up was shaking.
His face came closer and her eyelashes fluttered, opening her pretty pink lips to speak before he pressed his lips to hers
She nearly couldn't handle herself. She tried her best not to grab onto him and never let go, but instead settled for gripping onto his shirt, her hands making their way up into his hair and playing with it, her other hand running along his jaw as they kissed back and forth like hungry animals.
His head pounding as their lips lapped against each others vigorously, every touch sending a shiver down his spine, his now free hand ran through her soft hair, not even taking a single breath in between kisses.
Taking a ragged breath in when she gripped his shirt, pulling her body over and laying her back on the bed, his curly mess of his black hair falling in his face a little bit as he did. Trying his best not to question himself. There would be no consequences to this anyway. That is if they didn’t find out. And they would have absolutely no reason to be suspicious. This was Levi they were talking about.
The crazy guy in the mental ward that drew everyone’s attention when he simply walked into the room. Better than thou attitude and would kill someone for touching him.
But maybe he would regret it later…
why? He had no reason to did he? Or maybe he just wasn’t thinking clearly right now….. He had already studiedly her to make sure she was clean or else he wouldn’t have even gone near her in the first place. So it wasn’t much of an issue. Checking her record on the papers that were kept outside of everyone’s separate room, quickly memorizing certain parts in the paper such as her medical record to see if she’s was sick.
But with that all aside, what was he thinking?
But he never minded that, for he couldn’t help himself at the moment.
No control whatsoever. And he was sure she didn’t care.
Soon, before he did anything else he pulled away, biting her bottom lip and little as he did, though still leaning over her and looking into her eyes, his hair a mess and he could smell his own minty breath on her lips. Those soft lips that he wanted to kiss again so badly. Running his thumb over her bottom lip while he bit his own trying to catch his breathe, he finally spoke.
“I- I apologize… I don’t… know what…what got into me” he whispered