Imagine Your (Touch-Starved, Stoic) F/O
getting distracted by your affection...
You knock softly on their bedroom door...
After a couple seconds they mumble vaguely for you to come in...
They must be reading...
Sure enough you find them sprawled out on their bed,
their face buried in a book...
Without looking up,
they motion you over to them...
"Sorry, I can come back later if..." you start,
but their hand quickly reaches out and grabs your wrist,
gripping you so tightly,
practically pleading for you not to leave,
and even without them looking up at you,
you can feel the longing smoldering in their eyes...
"Okay, okay, I'll stay...
Scoot over for me?"
Begrudgingly they release your wrist,
and again without looking up,
they shuffle over just enough for you to join them on the bed,
your back pressing up against their side as you sit down beside them...
They can't help but inhale audibly when you do,
and though they're the one reading,
you can read them like a book...
They're touch starved again...
They're probably reading so intently to distract themself...
Without saying anything,
you lay your hand ever-so-lightly on the small of their back...
They gasp audibly again,
and you can tell they're trying really hard not to let on how much your touch is affecting them,
worried that if you notice you might stop...
You let your fingers play idly up and down their spine,
and smile to yourself as their breath hitches every time your fingertips brush the base of their neck...
"Sorry I'm distracting you so much, Hon..."
They stifle a squeak in their throat...
"...and before you try to say I'm not,
you haven't turned the page in five minutes..."
They bury their face even further in their book...
"It's okay, Love,
I'm not asking you to admit anything...
You can keep on 'reading' if you like,
but I'm gonna turn up the heat a little,
okay?"
They mumble their assent,
still refusing to look up from their book...
Without further hesitation,
you climb fully onto the bed and straddle their thigh...
They fail to stifle the squeak that escapes their throat this time...
"Just relax...
I know you need this, Hon...
Try not to fight it too hard..."
You press both hands firmly into their lower back...
They come undone at your touch,
nearly losing their grip on their book...
You work your way up their back,
their tension giving way to breathy sighs,
their head periodically drooping as they start to nod off...
By the time you reach their shoulder blades,
they've given up all pretense of reading,
focusing all their remaining efforts on not moaning too loudly...
You spoil these efforts for them too,
leaning forward and pressing your whole body into them,
your hands firmly perched on the tops of their shoulders,
as you nuzzle into the back of their neck...
"Getting tired for me?" you practically breathe into their ear,
then inhale a long draught of the scent of their hair,
heady enough to make you a little dizzy...
It makes them shiver so hard you feel their body shake beneath you...
"Sorry again...
I know this is basically torture for you...
As a reward for putting up with my affection you can sleep on top tonight,
but I'm gonna put you out of your misery and knock your lights out first,
so you don't have be conscious when I finally get to see your face..."
Their sigh of relief is a little louder than you were expecting,
turning into a yawn they don't bother to stifle...
If they're being this cooperative they must've needed this more than you thought...
Right,
induced coma by hairplay it is then...
Your hands slip into their hair,
and any lingering resistance to your affection melts straightaway...
Their body softens,
and sinks into the bed under your weight,
splaying out in total surrender as your meticulous fingertips give them something to dream about...
Before they go totally under,
they weakly reach their hand out toward their nightstand...
You pause a moment,
and realizing what they're saying,
grab the bookmark off the nightstand,
close the book,
and set it comfortably within their reach in case they need it later...
Their last concern assuaged,
they quickly succumb to your touch,
as though eager for what comes next...
You roll over,
pulling them on top of you,
and the blanket along with them,
covering you both...
Good thing too,
because the moment you do,
their limbs instinctively cling to you like a vice grip...
It took your breath away the first time they did this,
but you're long since used to it now...
You stroke their hair again,
and their death-grip relents just enough for you to turn out the bedside lamp...
In the calm dark,
you finally take a moment to admire their face in the moonlight,
Their serene expression your reward for your consummate devotion...
You smile to yourself as you picture the blush that must have painted it earlier...
You're admittedly a little jealous of their book now,
the way they were staring at it...
You could stare at them for hours,
if not for the comforting weight of their body pressing down on yours...
the reassuring pressure of their desperate embrace...
the overwhelming scent of their just-tousled hair...
and the soothing rhythm of their sweet sleep breathing...
all pulling you down into the depths of oblivion with them...
Just before it's your turn to succumb,
you swear you hear them half-mumble-half-breathe your name...
Guess it's your turn to blush, too...
Sweet dreams~
