Proximity.
At first that seemed to have been the only thing that changed. I was near him.
Our eyes stared into each other's eyes, our eyes kindled again.
His hands grabbed my wrists longingly.
Silence.
Quiet.
Petrified.
But suddenly a feeling ran through me, like lightning, really made me tremble.
A voice boomed in my head, giving me orders. You could call it that.
But it sounded so logical, what else was I here for?
Exhausted, I gave in to the weight that was pressing on my head, completing the orders.
Kissed him.
It was much more of a tentative kiss than a strong kiss, but it hadn't necessarily missed its effect.
It felt like my body was being shaken wildly, as if my heart had doubled in size and had a hundred times the power.
He no longer had to hold my wrists longingly, now he wanted something else. I felt his palms first on my waist and then under my T-shirt on my back before he gently but firmly pressed me down to him.Now there I was, on top of him, our torsos pressed tightly together, just like our lips, which played their wild games.
Only now did I really notice how hard his heart was pounding against his chest. He was just as tense, just as excited as I was!
That calmed me down a bit, because I thought I was the only one who was so off the mark.
Even though we closed our eyes, it seemed to me that we were still staring at each other as if hypnotized.
I couldn't get his eyes, his looks, out of my head.
I had this picture in front of me all the time.
Blue-gray-green.
Our kisses got wilder and more demanding, our breath got faster and louder, so that we were afraid to wake our fellow passengers.
Suddenly his grip released from my back and he pushed me away from him. Our lips and mouths separated from each other.
No.
Please don't stop!
What was going on?
Did I do something wrong?
What was going on inside him?But it wasn't anything negative, as I was about to find out. Because his eyes opened again and he grinned mischievously at me. Then he rolled me off, toward the wall.
He himself half turned over me and brushed the fringes of my forehead and other tears of hair, which were just a little awkward, off my face.
There it was again, that shining look, those shining eyes that I never wanted to get away from. He should just hold me.
Kiss.
Never let go again.
Never leave me again.
He seemed to think twice, but then he finally kissed me again and a thousand balloons seemed to burst in my head.
My hand was long under his T-shirt, stroking his back.
His body was strong, as were his touches and kisses.
Male yet sensual without being without a washcloth.
The time passed indefinitely quickly or slowly. I didn't know whether we'd lay there kissing for a long time, or whether it just seemed so endlessly beautiful to me.But the night could not be suppressed, and neither could the tiredness.
We became more and more exhausted, our breaths deeper and deeper.
We kissed slower and slower, our hands caressing each other less and less.
At some point this endlessly indefinable time came to an end and we lay next to each other, snuggled close to each other and just looked at each other again.
But our eyes also got tired, although the looks remained intense.
In the end we both fell asleep. The time until then felt like forever, I thought the conductor would come to wake us up soon.
I held his hand very, very tight with both hands and his other was on my hip.
I hadn't slept so well in a long time than with him!
With a smile on my face, I fell asleep happily and woke up like that in the morning.
My hearing was the first of my senses to wake up, noticing voices and the rattle of morning dishes.I still held it tightly in my hands.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized that I was on my side again, in my left bed.
Alone.
I opened my eyes wide in shock, no one was lying on the other side, the sheets were messed up. The pillow somewhere.
What I felt on my hip was my sheet, what I was clutching with my hands was my teddy bear.
Confusion.
Ask.
I hung upside down from the bed and realized whose voices I had heard. My mother and my brother sat below me, talking animatedly with the nice old lady about her electric car.
"Good morning, Vicky!", My brother grinned at me "I've already made your tea! Just wanted to wake you up!"
"... Um ... yes, tomorrow ... thank you ..." I stuttered in a morning-awful voice.
Grater effect.
Perplexed I rubbed my eyes and put on my pants. Then I climbed down and tried to have breakfast with the three of them, who sat happily and well rested and grinned like little hat horses.On the other side of the bed, that boy who looked so familiar had never slept.
There was my brother. With dark brown eyes.
My mother watched me worriedly as I tried to feed myself awkwardly.
Try to eat.
"Well, still tired?"
"M-m ..." I shook my head in slow motion.
"Did you sleep badly?" I looked up.
"No, just dreamed well" I grinned.
TOO good maybe ...

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So, that's it, I hope you enjoyed it and please wish me a lot of clerks;)

Thanks! See you soon!

Vicky ^, ^