Love Stuff
An Angel of Caffiene fan fiction.
The study was completely dark by the time I look up from the computer screen. He had been quiet for a long time, and I am actually beginning to worry about the safety of my house. Though it’s always more frantic than calm, it’s nice having him here.
My boyfriend. I smile.
Leaning back in my chair, I interlock my fingers behind my head. My lips press together slightly, desiring the cigarettes laying in their package beside my laptop. The blue light of the screen barely even highlights the framed picture behind them.
My lips twitch in a wry grin at the childlike work.
Two stick figures--one obviously blonde, the other a mystery. Well, it hadn’t been a mystery for long, the person he wanted to sleep with. Ashley had offered me his virginity that very night.
I would gladly take it from him, but he needs to become more comfortable around me. His first...my grin spreads wider on my face. Oh, yes, I will be his first for many things.
Sighing, I shake my head to clear away lecherous thoughts that occasionally invaded my mind when I thought of the petit blond boy. He was truly such an innocent thing.
And, God, I love him.
The clock in the kitchen chimes midnight, and I lean forward, my hands falling to quickly save my document and close the laptop. It beeps at me and quickly settles into its sleep mode.
Sleep. Yes, that would work for me as well. I grin widely. Thanks to Ashley, I could finally sleep again. Even if we hadn’t shared the same bed yet, just knowing that he loved me was enough to set my mind at ease.
As I rise from my comfortable leather chair, I shake my head. I pick up my cigarette and shake one out, lighting it as I walk silently though the near pitch black room. Opening the door, I am surprised to see that the light is still on in the living room. Usually he would have already been passed out in his bed with that fat raccoon of his.
Taking the time to slowly smoke the cigarette and extinguish it in the ashtray on the kitchen table, I walk into the living room and frown. It appears empty, but as I step further into the space to turn off the lamp beside the salmon colored couch, I discover that is not the case.
Ashley is sound asleep, one hand outstretched over the side, and the other arm curled around Rabies, who’s claimed the thin chest as his bed. Smiling slightly at the sight, I shake my head and walk around the couch and continue to watch him. His chest moves steadily in a slow rhythm as he breathes though slightly parted lips. His hair is slightly disheveled and almost covers his sweetly closed eyes.
I could have moved at anytime...to carry him to his bed, to fetch a blanket and let him sleep on the couch tonight, but I stand there. Ever since this boy had come into my life, it had turned upside down and backwards, doing several summersaults in between. He had changed me back to who I had been almost.
He is beautiful, and I love him.
One foot moves forward, and I stoop to lift the book on the floor apparently fallen from his fingertips. My eye twitches as I realize who wrote it. Was it so bad that it made him fall asleep?!
My eyes narrow slightly, and I sit the book on the table beside the lamp. He didn’t know, and he had been trying to get that raccoon to exercise...in short getting the equivalent of a five-hour workout.
The slight twitch of his fingers catches my attention, and I resume watching him sleep like the angel he could be at times.
I’m not sure when exactly it happened. Maybe when his mouth fell into a slight frown, or when he whined softly...a high nasal sound, but I suddenly find myself leaning over the couch one hand braced against the back and the other against the cushions. Our faces are mere inches apart when I finally catch myself.
I can’t do this. I know he’s uncomfortable with our relationship still. He’s trying so hard, but it’s so obvious sometimes. If I kiss him, he’ll wake up, and then what? Will he kiss me back? Will he get nervous again? I could undo all of his work towards becoming comfortable with a single act of stupidity.
I could...
His eyes are open.
I swallow hard. He’s not awake yet, that’s obvious, or he wouldn’t have just given me that sweet tired smile. I remain frozen above him, watching.
He raises a hand and brushes my bangs slightly with his fingertips. He smiles again as his eyes close. I thought he was going to fall asleep again, but I suddenly feel that same hand on the back of my head, pulling me forward.
I am startled to say the _very_ least as I’m pulled into a lightly brushing kiss. I can feel the blood pounding in my veins as my breath catches in my throat. I feel...more than see his smile.
He’s not awake. He’s not awake. He...
"Lionel? Kiss me."
My breath disappears. He said...
With a slight groan, I oblige as gently as I could. His lips are soft against mine...like and unlike a woman. My head swims with a dizzying pleasure as I feel him lift up slightly to return the kiss.
After only a moment, I pull back, and he lets me go, dropping his hand to his side on the leather cushions. He smiles at me, even as his breathing steadies again.
He was asleep?
The world spins and seems to crush in on me for a moment. Taking a long steadying breath, I stand back up again. Rabies lifts his head to look at me curiously, but I don’t really notice, and he’s soon asleep again.
If he had been asleep, would he even remember this in the morning? Would he think it was a dream?
Pushing the concerns to the back of my mind, I reach over and turn off the lamp. The living room falls into darkness, lit only by the streetlights from outside. Sliding an arm beneath his shoulders and his knees, I lift the young blonde and the furry ball on his chest easily and straighten again.
Carefully, I make my way out of the living room and up the stairs. Opening his door proves to be a slight difficulty, but it is quickly overcome. Crossing the floor, strewn with Rabies’ toys and dirty clothes, I lay him gently on his bed. He curls on his side slightly, dumping the oversized rodent to the floor.
Almost in a huff, the raccoon waddles out of the room, undoubtedly going to search for food in the kitchen.
I turn my attention back to Ashley. He looks so young lying there, so calm, so different from during the day.
And he kissed me...
I press my fingertips to my lips. I could almost feel the heat of him again, and I ached sweetly for that pressure again. Closing my eyes, I take a calming breath before reaching to pull the covers over him, hiding his body from view.
Straightening up again, I force my feet to the entry. As I pull the door quietly to behind me, I hear him murmur my name softly.
A slightly possessive smile comes to my lips as I walk silently to my room and strip down to my boxers before crawling into the large bed. I must have done something very right at some point in a previous life because God sent me an angel to love.
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the END
***An illustration of the kiss ^_^;;;
