"you sure about this baby girl...?"
"Y-yes..."
"Are you scared? You're trembling...baby please, don't shake...."
"N-no altiré....I-I j-just...I'm s-scared it's g-going to hurt,,, I-I've never d-done this before and I-I don't k-know what to e-expect—..."
The man of broad stature put his arms around the smaller girl, her head now resting in the crook of his neck, as he felt her body shaking slightly in his grip, his strong biceps holding her close. His breath caressed the bareness of her neck and her hands curled up over the vastness of his shoulders,
"I won't hurt you, and we can stop at any point... I promise you'll love it doll, just relax and let me lead..."
Her trembling didn't cease, but her shaky breathing calmed down ever so slightly, her grip on him loosening, and a half hearted nod allowed him to know she's okay to start this now. What was she thinking? Of course he wouldn't hurt her, he's tried so hard to care for her through the months, years, they've been together. In fact, she relies on him for practically everything, and he never messes up, and even when he does mess up, he fixes things straight away. All her trust was now in his possession, she was scared it was going to hurt, yes, but the more frightening aspect is that he's probably...experienced, and she's never even dreamt of getting this close to anyone. She cowers at the idea of someone just seeing her body bare, never-mind surrendering it and all it's fullness to somebody wholly. Aarie's teeth dug into the inside of her bottom lip, trying to cease the trembling of it.
On Altiré's end, he understood how scared she was of this. Up until this point, he hadn't seen an inch below her belt line, she had always been too shy to even talk about it, the act was some sort of foreign endeavour. In fact, she's always been shy in general; they had been together for years at this point, and even despite that, she would fluster at the slightest peck of her lips. She was a fairly inexperienced woman, and her body was a temple, and as the use of all temples, he worshipped it. She's said on several occasions that she doesn't like showing any part of her body due to embarrassment. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't model thin, in fact her body was quite plump, due to her smaller stature she was quite compressed, all her weight going to the waist and hips, deeming her bottom heavy and making her waist line somewhat rounded. She hated this, she's tried dieting, exercise, fasting; nothing would drop that weight. But alt on the other hand, loved this, the way it made her waddle when she walked, her hips looking like love handles even through her clothing. He was so lucky to have her; being top man of an entire mafia made it easy to get girls any which way, but something about aarie was, special. Unlike most girls, who swooned over him at sight, she was quiet, reserved. Maybe so to the point where she would avoid his eye contact at first, trying to go about her day, and to stay out of the tracks of someone like him, of higher authority. She was but a lowly florist you see, she never dreamt of anything big, she wanted to stay to herself, shying away from normal human civility. She was some sort of freak after all; after the accident that wiped her memory, she couldn't even remember her name. She'd forget everything; but something about altiré stuck with her. Despite his bad boy demeanour, he never upset her. At first, his authority intimidated her, but as they got to know each other better, she learnt that he wouldn't harm her, and he learned she was problematic and shy. Her problems were an instant switch flickering on, he had to protect her. Unlike other woman, who could care for themselves, altiré knew aarie couldn't, and that set off a cog in his thinkpan that screamed 'you always need to be there for her.' Aarie needed him, no lie, she suffered from crippling mental spikes after her accident and needed him to pull her from them from time to time.
And even after all this,
She was still terrified of intimacy.
Altirés hand shifted downwards towards her hips, the other grabbing her chin gently, bringing their gazes together. Aaries eyes were the sort you'd expect on a cat - piercing green against her darker complexion-, Alt's on the other hand were the apparent opposite, muddy brown, chocolate even. Stress had worked it's way into his complexion, the circles around his eyes were dark and aged 5 years. Truthfully, he was tired. He stays out for days on end working his heart out, and the whole time he was away, all he could think about was her. Not so differently, Aarie stayed awake the entire time he was gone, worrying. He wished she wouldn't do this, it scared him sick, because she became even more weak and vulnerable when she's running off no sleep, and with no him to protect her whilst gone, who would? Their minds were never off each other, and that's why they were deciding to do this, because there was no say long they will be together before he's whisked away back to his responsibilities. No better way to show much you love each other, no?
