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Often when I’m in my house, Guy joins; this being a regular occurrence since the embarrassment of saying that ’I liked him’. Still am unsure what he truly feels, disregarding his actions towards me. Feels like he would rather show than explain. Anyway as this started to happen there were two spots he often picks since I was against him hugging me, during the few times I bring documents to go over or when it’s up coming events I’m trying to plan; doesn’t really stop him though. Option one being laying on my bed and option two just sitting off to the side watching me.
This night was no different. He had dozed off next to me, laying on my bed, while I finished work that I brought with me. As I put it all away, a thought occurred, glancing over at the feather that lay next to the ink cup. /Could I? Do I even dare?/ \It would not be recommended\ /I dare/ Feeling like I heard Great Sage sigh in despair at my stupidity. Ignoring it and picking up the feather anyway. Going against any logical reasoning of; don’t play with the sleeping bear. Making sure the ink wasn’t dry; tiptoeing towards my bed where he comfortably lay. Carefully leaning over him. Seeing his peaceful expression and lax breathing. Pausing for a moment memorized, before continuing with my mission. Slowly beginning to close the distance between the feather and his face, when his hand clenched around my wrist rendering it upward. Making me flinch, but successfully teleport the feather back to my desk before he opened his eyes. He sat up after a second or two, still holding my wrist, “Need something dear?” He asked, slight yawn in his voice.
“I guess it would be for you to scooch over,” I quipped, blatantly covering my action with words and a smile.
He responded with a similar smile, nagging, “About time you join me” Pulling me over by my arm, shoving my face into his chest, as I lay awkwardly up against him. “Stop shoving me against yourself” I giggled, pushing away. Feeling my right arm outstretched over his shoulder, making it uncomfortable, “Could you let my arm go so I can fix my position?” I wondered. Tugging back wanting to move. After no response or success, I simply chose to reposition myself so that I was basically on my knees, face to face with him. Feeling the heat rush to my face for a hot second while I stare, before shamefully turning my head in a different direction. There was nothing else really, other than the wall to see for the microseconds I found it interesting. Gazing back at his face to read the expression that seemed to ask ‘What were you doing?’ It slowly became apparent that he was waiting for me to break the silence, “Yes..?” I wondered innocently. Blinking my eyes a couple times on command.
“What were you going to do with that feather?” He asked, making his thoughts clear, with a light tilt of his head.
“Feather?” I repeated, pretending to be confused.
Guy who wasn’t amused continued, “There was a feather in your hand, before I grabbed it” choosing to slide his hand down from my wrist to hold my forearm a bit tighter, “So, mind telling me, why the feather was so close to my face?” While his other hand rested around my back.
Quickly replying, “No reason.” A hesitant laugh escaped, swearing I could feel the beads of sweat forming. \Its just your imagination\ leaning towards the side.
Guy had mostly kept the same facial expression, shifting slightly with each reply from me. He then says, “There is one since it was in your hand.” Having our eyes lock for a moment.
Coming up with a random reason, “I was going to pat your head, the feather just happened to in my hand, when I was about to do that” My lack of eye contact and over contact probably wrote an entire different story. He took a breath, shaking his head lightly as he glanced at the table, then at me, questioning, “Then why have it be put back on your desk so quickly?”
“Nervous response” I admitted. /You did actually scare me/
He finally chose to straight up ask me, “So you weren’t going to draw on my face?”
“Yep” I agreed, even giving a small nod. Leaning backwards limply letting him hold me in place. My squirming slowly becoming clearer.
“Not even a single thought?” He pressed.
“No” Denying once more. He proceeded to flash me another ‘I don’t believe you’ glance. As my eyes drifted back over to the walls of the room, the tight grip on my forearm disappeared as my back met the floor. Making a small thud and a forced exhale of air escaped. I muttered, “ow” like I had pain receptors still in my body. To then be dragged over near him by my ankles. Now staring at the man above me. Giving a questioned, “Yes..?” Raising a brow. Guy just smiles, raises a hand next to his head and flicks his fingers, making a feather appear. “Hey..wait” I complain, “You aren’t..” the sudden urge to skedaddle coming into play. Managing to get out from being underneath him, just to be pulled back in. Erratically saying, “What is this about?!”
“I wonder” he replied. Sitting on my lap, Legs wrapping around my waist. Free hand placed on my chin, angling my head as he pleased. Asking, “So, love, what should I draw?”
“Preferably nothing” I answer.
He continues, “How about what you planned to draw on me” humming at the end, enjoying the predicament of the situation. “Well.?” He drags out. Brushing the feather part along my face. Stubbornly, I sit there without saying a word. Though in every aspect, I was annoyed; at what I caused. The moment of silence passes, eyes drifting around the part of the room I could see. When a soft wet poke was felt on my cheek, followed by a drag of a wet line, a set of two more proceeded after it. The loom of defeat crept up in my chest, as I folded my arms. /Did he draw a smiley face?/ When my head was freed I chose to assert, “You know what? I get to draw on your face now” pointing at him, finger poking him, “Since you drew on mine” He had a hard time taking me seriously with whatever he drew seemed to crack a laugh out of him. He just held my hand in his, saying, “I can’t walk around with ink on my face now can I?” He pauses, noticing how his eyes relax in a soft expression, “Besides, you started it” Kissing me before I caused a commotion.