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She hadn't been kissed truly before that. Only chaste familial kisses, on the cheeks or the lips, were shared with her. So Otto was the first one. The boy was the only one who was nice to her, her age at least. So yes, she did have some feelings for him. He kissed her, and she liked it.
Now she stood in the doctor’s room. He was watching them beforehand. Otto kissing her. And despite that fact, he hadn’t mentioned it. “Please don’t tell my parents.” She said abruptly. He only glanced up with a small smile, then looked down continuing his drawings.
“You’re of an age where doing such things is common. I won’t share.” She exhaled. She wasn’t actually concerned about him telling her parents, but Lilith just wanted to ask. The anxiety was trickling into her mind. There was still a warmth in her stomach, remnants of the kisses Otto left. She touched her lips. It wasn’t one of those french kisses she had heard of.
“You’re getting closer to pubescence.” He hummed, looking directly at her. “How about I teach you something?” Gregor’s voice quickly brought her out of her thoughts, her fingers leaving her lips.
“Teach me what? I’m already learning German at school I don’t need help with it.” She huffed.
He only smiled and continued, “No, not German. I want to teach something I’m sure you’ve already heard of. Maybe from older kids or Tomás.”
That piqued her interest a little more. Tomás taught her quite a bit when it came to older kids and such. It was good to know these things so it couldn’t hurt right? “Okay.” His grin widened a little before he schooled his expression back to a calmer one.
“Come here.” Obliging she walked closer to the desk standing in front of him. His hand gestures to her to come closer until she was right next to him. Nervousness wracked her body and mind, she remembered the way he checked her measurements earlier. The forcefulness and the memory of his warm large hands made her cheeks warm. She crossed her hands in front of her, periodically squeezing and unsqueezing them. The butterflies were in full force again, this time just from her thoughts.
She felt quite flushed now and prayed he wouldn’t be concerned about her now feverish complexion. Glancing up she noticed him studying her yet again.
He always watched. Observed things. Pinpointed minute details easily, and said much of nothing. When he was like this there wasn’t much to say.
A hand reached out and grabbed hers. Stopping them from tussling with each other any longer. He gently tugged on her arm signaling her to come even closer and releasing her fingernails from her palm.
Their knees were touching. Lilith’s eyes snapped to the contact, he paid no mind to it, not revealing any thought or feeling. Her eyes shifted and locked in on a different part of the contact. His finger stroked the lines on her palm. It was embarrassing.
“I’m going to teach you now.” His sudden speech was clipped and curt. Lilith didn’t even know what the doctor could teach her that she didn’t already know. “You already have a clue since you and that little boy were doing the same thing earlier.”
Her mouth fell open in shock. He wouldn’t? He couldn’t. Lilith could barely register her arm being pulled yet again, — much more forcefully this time — making her body fall into the older man’s lap. He positioned her on his lap as one does a doll. She played with Wakolda the same way!
She tried shoving at his chest. She is no doll to play with! He easily contained her in his arms and just gave an annoyed look. Lilith wriggled in his lap, she had already felt weird before and this was just making her feel weirder. He was closer than ever, she could feel his breath, his arms around her, and she noticed how much bigger he was.
Her face must’ve been aflame, the warmth of the room getting to her even though the doctor seemed unbothered by the blistering heat.
She finally met his eyes as their lips met. Lilith’s eyes widened, she opened her mouth to speak, to protest, to tell the doctor that this was wrong, to tell the doctor what happened with Otto was also not supposed to happen, but that was all he needed to slip in his tongue.
Again the heat in the room was unbearable. The pit in her stomach was feeling more pleasurable and less like nausea as she ground down on Gregor’s thigh.
She let out a muffled squeak as he pulled her hips closer. He deepened the kiss with that, now they were connected fully. She could hear blood rushing in her ears as her heartbeat raced. Pounding her hands at his chest she realized it was no use, he had an ironclad grip on her and wasn’t going to let go until she gave up.
Everything was too hot and too sweaty, and she loved that a man was showing her a real kiss, and she hated the way he made her feel. He wiggled into her life and now everything was different.
She brought her hands up from her lap and onto his shoulders. Digging her fingernails in she tried to replicate his ministrations. She tilted her head to the side noticing how she could now breathe she let out soft little exhales through her nose. She moved her tongue against his desperate now to prove herself. Just as quickly as she had given in the man pulled back and nipped her bottom lip lightly.
One of his hands now keeping her head in place, he didn’t allow her to pull back. She opened her eyes slowly, not realizing she had even closed them in the first place. He teased her, she gave in and he retreated immediately. She pouted and hastily licked her lips. Though covered in saliva they felt quite dry.
She was nervous once more, they were both quiet. Only the sound of breathing filled the room. There wasn’t much to do or say. The doctor just looked down at her, once again observing, noting the bruised lips and flushed cheeks. Her clothes were mussed and there was a wet heat resting on his thigh. All normal things considering what had just occurred.
Lilith had nothing to say. A fog had blanketed her mind. The young girl felt tired, she considered in her now somewhat blank mind whether or not to nap in his lap.
Exhaustion filled her bones, making them heavy with lead as she sagged into his chest. His hand still securely wrapped around the back of her hand did not move. She yawned curling her hands in his shirt and snuggling in. As she drifted off a low voice could be heard rumbling through her ears, “Happy birthday Lilith.”