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                                 𝘮𝘢𝘺 11, 2023. 12:19𝘱𝘮
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇
𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

She probably got sick and tired of me touching her. But I couldn't help it. Her skin was something to stare at, admire for hours. It was so smooth, with little moles here and there. Ones I'd place my lips everytime I found them — new little discoveries on her body.

"Looks like you're the one thinkin' now..." she playfully points out how spaced out my face probably looked to her. I barely respond, just peering at her face and the tiny little water droplets on her face.

"Hmm. Well there's alot to think about after I look at all this," I rub my hands up and down her sides, admiring her figure.

It was cliche as fuck for me to talk about how perfect she looked. The thickness of her thighs, the fullness of her boobs, the tone in her arms and the little pudge at the bottom of her stomach... how could the first thing when I think of this girl's body not be perfect? Granted, this was the first time I was seeing it all in full so I've kinda gotten a bit ahead of myself.

One thing in particular — I thought I was more of an ass man until I saw her boobs.

"So stupid," she shakes her head, laughing breathily at my compliments. She was like me a little — bad at taking real, genuine compliments from people. There was no way in the world she thought she was unattractive, she had to see it in herself atleast a little bit, but I know hearing it can be a bit weird.

"C'mon, I need to get your back," I grab her hand mid speech, spinning her around so her back was facing me. It was practically silent as I washed her and let the water rinse her body.

"You're being very affectionate..." Her head was turned, so I could only view the side of her face. I just chuckle, catching sight of the water droplets lightly placing themselves on her cheeks and nose.

To answer her question, I turn her back around and part her legs open but not too much.

"You feel that?" I ask, pressing my two fingers into the plushness of her inner thighs. It was only the slightest pressure so I wouldn't hurt her but I needed to prove my point.

She answers with a nod, her front row of teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip. It made me want to take her right in the shower, then bring her to the bed to give her some more. Again, she was hurting and I didn't want to push her.

"You gave me so much of yourself today... imagine I just up and leave without taking care of you. Knowing you're hurtin' like that aswell."

"It don't hurt so bad," she digresses.

"But it hurts. Regardless." I end the conversation there and continue washing her before she has any more points of protest. It felt good to do it so I wished she just let me.

I run the loofah all over her upper body, covering it in the white suds. I reach down to her legs, after giving a little massage to both her inner thighs. It was as simple as pressing my thumb into her skin and moving it in a slow and broad circle but, I knew it would ease the pain.

I watch her rinse off, getting more shower gel on the loofah so I can wash myself. It's only when she grabs it and takes it from me.

"I wanna do you."

"Nelira, I—"

"You do me, fine. But I wanna do you. Now turn around," she urges. I wasn't gonna fight with her at this point; we were in the shower so long my fingers were starting to turn prune-ish. I sigh in defeat, turning around and letting the scrubbing fabric impact my skin.

I knew what it meant. She wanted to care for me the way I did her, the way she's wanted to this whole time. Normally, I never really let gyal get too close to me after sex. It was only ever gonna be what it was at the end of the day: sex.

Like I'll give you wood, make sure you aren't hurting but if you think I'm spending the morning in your yard you're the most tapped individual I've come across.

But with Thea, or Nelira, there was a need to be around her all the time. Sex wasn't even a thing I wanted to happen, it simply just did. And it was better than any other girl I've had. Once again, I was probably getting ahead of myself but I was already well aware of how she makes me feel before I ever got inside of her and we connected like that.

"Just a little bit, please."

"I already said no plus, I'm stronger. This ain't a fight you're gonna win," I explain while her legs were wrapped around my torso and my hands were under her thighs. We were sat on her bed — she wore my shirt and some biker shorts while I wore nothing but my joggers. With her being so close, she made the inspection that my eyebrows needed plucking.

"Am I not allowed to take care of you a little bit?" She questions with the cutest face I'd ever seen and a grin broke out on my face. She broke character when she sees me smiling, and my hands smooth over her thighs.

I peer at her for a good second, wondering why on earth she was so quick to do that. Quick to look after me, quick to take me in her arms after I treated her like shit. Honestly, that was me being terrible at handling my own feelings. Then before that, I had to realise that those were feelings. All while making an amazing girl feel like shit.

"Alright then. But if it hurts too bad, I'm wrappin' it up, I can't lie," I sternly add the last part on because I couldn't be arsed.

"Hmph. It won't hurt. Minor compared to that," she emphasised the word as she referred to the scar underneath my rib. The stab wound scar. Something I never told her about.

My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as I watch her get up and look to find the tweezers nonchalantly. I keep learning more and more without even asking. Like she was so naturally open and to be honest, I don't think I've interacted with something like that in so long. It was almost tekky if anything.

When she knows I haven't responded from my shock, she looks back to me. "Shocked I know what a stab wound looks like?"

Well, I mean, I wouldn't be sat here lookin' like an egg if not.

She finally finds the small little piece of metal after rummaging around. She walks over to me to retake her position on my lap, grabbing my by the jaw and turning it side to side.

"Y'know how I go by Thea? And only Thea?" She begins whilst beginning to pluck at the small hairs positioned above my eyes.

She was right by the way, the shit barely hurt.

I nod with my eyes shut, only able to hear her sigh and not read any sort of expression on her face.

"My dad, he- he chose my first name for me. He ain't the greatest of people. Didn't do the greatest of stuff hence me knowing about... y'know. I don't want nothing to do with him; that's why I never associate people with it. I only tell the people I trust with it and even then, I tell 'em to use 'Thea'. He tries to have this hold on me that gets so suffocating at times, involve himself in all the shit that goes on with me and my life. It's the reason I don't work, my apartment has been paid for while I'm at school. And it's him. I beg him to stop but he just don't listen. He don't understand that what he done to me, to her, to him, to us is just... can't be forgiven, y'know what I mean?"

I open my eyes, oblivious to the fact she'd even stopped. Staring off into the distance, mind plagued with whatever happened back when she was little. It was eating away at her and I could tell it does most of the times. Her hands were in fists, scrunching so tight her knuckles turned as light as my hands fuckin' 'ell. Meaning she was hurting herself when she did that. Making me also wonder if she does it alot. Which makes me panic more.

Carefully, I grab hold of one of her balled fists. It immediately loosened under my touch. She locks eyes with me. Anger, anguish and sadness. It was all mixed together in this terrible vial and it was poured onto her. Bringing her hand up to my lips, I plant sweet kisses on it. Weirdly thinking it could be the thing that'll aid the pain in her eyes.

I was staring at nothing, only thinking it's okay to look at her again when I hear the nothingness fill the room. It was an odd question but from my outside point of view, it deemed valid to me. She hates this name. Why do I need to know it?

She sighs roughly, staring down at the hand I held. The one that was balled up into a fist not long ago. Her thumb runs across mine, grazing the ink and even lightly pulling at my skin so she could see more. Without us talking, she moves her arms so they could both wrap around me in an engulfing hug. It was eerie, and dark — her past and I knew that from the way she hugged onto me.

Hugged like she was scared. Scared she had just confessed to someone she possibly shouldn't have.

"You, uh- you can trust me..."

I pause.

"Just- you ain't got to tell me everything right now. And I get that. If anything, you don't owe me an explanation at all, darlin', I treated you like shit. But if you want to, if you need to... I'll be your listener. Alright?"

From there, she breaks away from our tight embrace. Seeing her finally have that tiny little piece of light in her eyes was the most satisfying thing ever. My deepest desire was that it was only gonna grow from here, into something substantial.

Something I could have if we move zero weight this season, if my boys suddenly decide they wanna turn on me, if Pelu finds me and beats me to my near death, if the feds turn in the middle of the night and break down my door and take me away.

For someone to finally, actually, have hope in me.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 .
they're cute or whatever 🥹 i love
this for cench he's finally learning to
care for someone and we're learning
more abt thea she's learning to open
up!! it'd be a shame if someone came
and fucked it up... but i wouldn't do
that... so don't worry... teehee...

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