The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

"What?" She turned her head, shocked at his suggestion. "Of course my ass is cute." She turned slightly on her hip and pulled the edge of her shirt up, so he had a lovely view. "Besides, you were the one who was..." Then she stopped because she was flustered, and quickly pulled her shirt down to cover herself.


Isabelle smiled and stared down, she giggled to herself, surprised she was showing off herself to, well, anyone. "Blake, look what you've done." she laughed a little more loudly, "Showing off my ass to you."
 
Blake smiled wide, sitting back up on his knees and bouncing slightly like an excited child. "You were doing so well," he praised. "But then you thought about what you were doing and you got shy!" He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "You just need to stop thinking."
 
"Right. Stop thinking." Isabelle nodded. Of course she was going to think about what she was doing. She didn't want to push any boundaries by doing something too weird. She rolled on her side and propped her head up with her hand. Her other hand rested along along the curve of her hip, accentuated by the lack of proper clothing.


"So, are we doing blonde jokes now? Because I was so sure my hair was less blonde and more brown." She shrugged. "Blondes don't think. Anyways. I can try again. Just, I have to get over being embarrassed again." Her face lit up some, just at the mention of her own awkwardness, Isabelle managed to be awkward. It was a true talent.
 
Blake shifted again, resting down next to her. He put a hand over the one on her hip, pushing it up a bit so the long t-shirt came up with it. Now a bit of her rear was exposed.


"Some blondes think," he started to ramble, "I won a math contest against a blonde when I was in high school. She almost won but she made a miscalculation."
 
"Maybe she thought you were cute, let you win." Isabelle mumbled, she pulled a bit more at her shirt so her stomach was exposed, and she tried not to think about it. She put her hand back on her hip and looked shyly to Blake. Her lip was pouted, and its usual light shade of pink. Along with her pout, her eyes looked at him for guidance, whatever she was supposed to do next, she wasn't certain. They looked up, small clear green orbs, and she was careful not to look away.


"Or, you know, because you're smart." She offered up the new explanation.
 
Blake nodded at her explanation and also as encouragement for what she was doing. He leaned over and kissed her, pulling on her pouted bottom lip with his teeth when he pulled away.


"Or perhaps, her finger slipped on the calculator," he said. That was how it had happened, at least according to the girl, Ryan was her name. After that they had started dating, only for a few months. She was a bossy girl, always trying to prove Blake wrong and trying to outsmart him, despite the fact that his intelligence was far superior.
 
"Too bad for her." Isabelle murmured. She kissed Blake on the cheek and leaned in close to his ear, she whispered, "Is this better?"


She sat up and straddled Blake's lap. Her hair was still wet, and it curled slightly because of it. She leaned down, kissing his neck before moving back to his lips, returning the playful bite. Isabelle's heart was racing, and her mind screamed at her to stop, because she didn't know what she was doing. Something in it felt right, though, so she kissed him again, and again, then more passionately, until her breathing was heavy when she pulled away.
 
Blake opened his eyes after the kiss, looking straight into Isabelle's beautiful green eyes. He saw a hint of worry behind them and he nodded encouragingly, while saying, "Don't think about. You're doing fine." His breathing matched her's perfectly so everything he said was slightly breathy and slow.
 
Isabelle nodded, she felt a little more confident with Blake's encouragement. She pressed a hand to his chest and leaned back down to begin another slow kiss, every so often she would bite at his lip carefully, not too hard.


Her head still throbbed, but it didn't matter. She could focus more on the feeling of his lips against hers, and how it felt when she pressed her body closer to his. These were sensations that were all new, no silly headache would get in the way. She slid her hand away from his chest and reached for his hand, doing her best to get Blake to touch her back again, something. Her anxiety was leaving her bit by bit.
 
Blake kissed her back, letting her hand guide his to wherever she wanted it. His other hand was still pressed firmly to her hip, touching skin and he wriggled his fingers to get them under her fluorescent pink underwear. She was being brave, and he liked it, even thought of it as almost a turn on.
 
She had to take a moment to breath, her hair had fallen in front of her face. Isabelle reached up with both hands to push it out of the way. Each rise and fall of her chest was almost dramatic to match her light panting. Cheeks flushed red, she realized this was nice, it felt good. She caressed his neck with her nose and whispered in his ear, just so her lips skimmed over his skin. "I don't know why I was embarrassed, I like this." Then she pulled away to kiss him again.
 
Blake's toes clenched together and he whispered back, "So do I," before being carried into another kiss. Each time their lips touched the moment became more and more perfect, the feeling of hot skin against hot skin unlike any other.


The kiss started to slow and form into smaller quick kisses and in between them he murmured, "Hey, Isabelle... It may be really early for this... but," now he paused, not because of the interrupting kisses but more because of his uncertainty of the timing, "I love you."
 
Isabelle paused, she held her face a few inches from his. Had she heard him correctly? Then she smiled, it was a typical shy smile at first because she was embarrassed, and then she had to sit up so she could cover her face. "You love me?" She had to ask it out loud, making sure the words reached her head.


Did she love him? The more she thought about it, the more certain she was. If she didn't have some feelings for him at least, she wouldn't be sitting on top of him without her pants, letting him grope whatever he pleased. That wasn't the main point though. He made her blush, and he made her heart feel like it would burst at every moment. So did she love him? Of course, she reasoned, yes.


She toyed with the ends of her hair, but did look into his eyes. "Blake, I think, yeah. I love you, too." Her wording was not so eloquent, but she meant it.
 
Blake visibly relaxed while he exhaled a breathe he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. "That's such a relief, you have no idea. I thought you were gonna laugh at me or something, tell me I was crazy for saying such a thing after only a few days and," he stopped, scrunching his face up. "I don't know what you put in my coffee but I can't stop talking."
 
"I put in coffee, just coffee." Isabelle laughed, still sitting on top of Blake. She was also relieved to hear his worry. "Why would I laugh at you? You've shown me kindness and compassion since the day I met you. Love." Isabelle tested the word out once more, letting it roll on her tongue and in her head. It wasn't a word she was able to say often.


She almost was jumping out of sheer joy, but then remembered she was straddling Blake. That would've probably hurt had she landed wrong. So she simply held her hands to her face and let it blush, her hips rocking some to compensate for the energy she wanted to release.
 
((I was thinking of how to reply and then I read the hips part and I almost spit my drink out laughing at what came to my head and I need you to not laugh at what I write okay because I am just like Isabelle, easily embarrassed with things like this))


Blake shrugged one shoulder and replied, "Like I said, it's just been a few days and I was worried you'd think it was childish." Isabelle started rocking her hips and Blake shook his head, eyes going from her hips and back up her face. "Don't move like that. You're not ready for what that leads to," he said, trying hard not to laugh.
 
((Psh, awesome, now that I have this knowledge, I can use Isabelle's awkwardness to make you feel awkward. Yeah! No I won't do that, that's not nice. Writing is writing, if you want Blake to have a stuffed unicorn with bright purple fur, you go for it. I'm not judging lol. I can be just as embarrassed, too, but if you go for it, sometimes good things happen.))


"What, this?" Isabelle moved her hips again, much slower than before. She genuinely wasn't thinking about the consequences right away. Blake looked as if he were trying not to laugh, so it couldn't have been something bad. "Ready for what?"


Then it hit her like a bag of bricks from the sky. If an entire person ever changed to a shade of red this deep, it would be safe to assume they had a severe sunburn. Isabelle quickly stopped moving and put her head down into her hands. She was back to being embarrassed, after doing so well before.
 
((I think my face is as bright as Isabelle's and I'm wheezing. I haven't even read the whole thing I just skimmed through it and caught key words and I'm dying, mostly of second hand embarrassment and I'm coming up with a bunch of unintentional puns when I'm writing. Like, I was gonna say rising panic, but no, rising is not a good word to use))


Every time her hips shifted Blake's pyjama pants rubbed against his bare skin, causing his panic to worsen. Finally she stopped and returned to her normal awkward self, and Blake was very relieved for that. He laughed despite himself and pushed himself up, resting on his elbows. "I don't even have anything reassuring to say, this is just too funny," he sputtered, shaking his head all the while.
 
((I'm going to let you know, I'm a sucker for puns. I would've had a laughing fit had you said rising. Oh you. ;) everyone is so flustered and I'm just here like, HEEEEYYYY))


"I'll move, I mean I won't move any more, I just mean I'll move off of you. Over there." Isabelle nodded towards the empty space next to him. "I've never even, you know. I suppose it's supposed to be nice, right? Not that I want to try it right now, or that I don't, but I mean. Oh jeez."


She stayed true to her word and stayed still, but her head sunk towards Blake's shoulder with every moment. More and more shame filled her until her hands covered her eyes and her head was just touching his skin.


"Blake. Don't even look at me." Isabelle sighed. "I don't think I can take the embarrassment."
 
Blake obeyed and looked away, his chest rising and falling with every breath and laugh. Now that she was the one rambling, he barely had anything to say, but he still managed to answer her question, "Yes, it is nice. At least I think so." It was such an awkward moment, it must have been even more awkward for poor Isabelle.
 
"I suppose while I'm still like this I should at least, oh jeez, don't laugh." Isabelle still wouldn't look up, but she was so paralyzed by her own embarrassment that she wouldn't move off of his lap. "I want to try, just because, you know. But. I'll just leave it at that."


After taking a few deep breaths she quickly jumped off of Blake, she nearly missed the bed and almost landed on the floor instead. She did swing her feet to the floor and take a few steps around the room. Her shirt was hiked up around her hips, but she didn't notice. Back and forth she paced, all the while covering her face. Her steps weren't straight. After a while she was a little concerned. She took a step, and it was as if her balance was thrown off, or she was drunk.


She held out her arms for balance and tried to walk in a straight line. Nope. She nearly fell. Then she remembered how she had smacked her head twice. That couldn't have been good for her. "Hey Blake, tell me if I look funny." She said, somewhat glad to move past the awkwardness of their previous conversation. She walked again., still feeling off.
 
Blake sat up more and watched her walk, eyes travelling from her feet and up her bare legs and then up to her face. He had been enjoying himself until he saw her concerned face and he frowned.


"What kind of funny? You look funny, pacing with unsteady feet in my bedroom half naked and worried."
 
"Unsteady, but you said unsteady." Her eyes filled with worry as she clutched her head. She continued to pace, her whole sense of direction felt off. To her, she felt like every step would send her toppling over. "I hit my head twice now today. I'm scared I might have upset something." She explained, no less worry than before.


Isabelle stopped where she was and turned to Blake, finally resting her arms at her sides. She didn't know what to think, but something was wrong. Internally her thoughts went right to the hospital. What if it was worse? Or she had given herself a concussion? Was this supposed to happen?


She moved back to the bed for stability and curled up next to him. "My balance feels off. Walking, that was really hard. Like I didn't know where to step."
 
Her worry had travelled to him, and now his face mirror her's, creases between his eyebrows. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, putting up two. Blake had never taken a medical class, he had no idea what he was doing and what to do if something went wrong. He made a mental note to read up about brain tumours and how to handle emergencies.


"If you don't feel well, should we go to the hospital? This seems a lot worse than just a fever, I don't think going back to your aunt's and resting will do anything."
 
"It's not really affecting my vision, I think." Isabelle held on to his hand and counted. It only worried her that she had to hold his hand to figure it out. She panicked more and quickly let go. "I don't want to go to the hospital. No. No."


Isabelle stared at her toes. This was supposed to be a good day. It started out so perfect, it continued to be perfect, and now Isabelle might have another issue with her head. She rested her chin on her knees.


"If I go to the hospital, they'll have to run me through the MRI again, and then I'll know how big the tumor is. I, I don't want to go." She was scared. Admitting that to Blake wouldn't do her any good, it was obvious enough.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Users who are viewing this thread

Total: 2 (members: 0, guests: 2)
Back
Top