“Fraggle?” Brian’s eyebrows twitched. He had never heard the word used outside the context of Jim Henson’s muppets. It was cute. ‘Don’t laugh, do not laugh’ He didn’t want to take the chance she’d think he was laughing at the rest of it, too.
“Hey.” He coaxed the hand away from her face, ducking down to get a better look at her. But he wasn’t satisfied that she was close enough, so he got down on his knees and put his hands on her hips. They tugged her to the edge of the couch cushion. “I want it,” he said.
Nerves sputtered and kicked. Stomach lurched. The words came out of his mouth, and they were spoken in his voice, but he had a hard time believing this was his life. How long had it been since his last girlfriend? Six years back, in high school, when girlfriends were more conceptual than real responsibility. Shit, was he any good at being a boyfriend? He was going to find out.
Brian swallowed past the panic and stroked her back. The solid feel of her grounded him. “God, you’re pretty,” he whispered. He smiled and asked, “What are you doing with me? Don’t change your mind but…”
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on 2013-09-23 02:59 am (UTC)“Hey.” He coaxed the hand away from her face, ducking down to get a better look at her. But he wasn’t satisfied that she was close enough, so he got down on his knees and put his hands on her hips. They tugged her to the edge of the couch cushion. “I want it,” he said.
Nerves sputtered and kicked. Stomach lurched. The words came out of his mouth, and they were spoken in his voice, but he had a hard time believing this was his life. How long had it been since his last girlfriend? Six years back, in high school, when girlfriends were more conceptual than real responsibility. Shit, was he any good at being a boyfriend? He was going to find out.
Brian swallowed past the panic and stroked her back. The solid feel of her grounded him. “God, you’re pretty,” he whispered. He smiled and asked, “What are you doing with me? Don’t change your mind but…”