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Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 5b/?
(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 04:00 am (UTC)(link)Her voice was faint but unmistakable. Charon almost jumped at the noise; he had become used to the house being silent over the past few days.
He sprang to his feet and climbed the stairs three at a time, nearly stumbling in his haste. He flung open the door, expecting the worst, but he found Elle on the edge of her bed in a strange position. Her arm was stuck in the sleeve of her shirt, making her look like the dinosaur that guarded the Underworld entrance. Charon almost laughed, but then realized that Elle was close to tears.
“I can’t even get dressed on my own,” she mumbled, blushing and casting her eyes down out of embarrassment.
“It’s okay, smoothskin, let’s get you changed,” Charon said, kneeling down in front of her and helping guide her elbow through the sleeve. “You should be glad this is your problem and that you aren’t missing an arm instead.”
Elle gave him a weak smile.
“Can you grab some clothes from the cabinet?”
Charon fetched a shirt and pants from the filing cabinet-turned-wardrobe and returned to Elle’s side. She lifted her arms and Charon carefully pulled the shirt over her head. He averted his eyes, but he couldn’t prevent his fingers from brushing along her ribs. Was he imagining it, or did she shiver under his touch?
Charon kept his eyes to the side as he held out the clean shirt. As Elle carefully maneuvered her arms into the sleeves, Charon caught a brief glimpse of her plain white bra. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make his cock twitch to life.
If she asked him to take off her pants, he thought uncomfortably, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop himself from going feral and taking her right there.
“I can probably get this by myself,” Elle said, rising slowly to her feet, and Charon let out a sigh of relief. He made to leave the room but she stopped him.
“Could you stay? Just in case I fall?”
So Charon turned his back and listened, jaw clenched, as her pants slid to the floor. He didn’t even have to try; he immediately imagined dropping to his knees in front of Elle, inching her pants slowly down her legs while trailing hot kisses along her exposed skin. She would lace her fingers into what was left of his hair as he made his way back up, teasing her inner thighs with his tongue. Just as he had her begging for more, he’d grab her by the hips, push her backwards onto the bed…
“Okay, you're good.”
He spun around, snapping out of his thoughts. Elle stood before him, fully dressed and doing up the button on her pants. Her hair was messy, but she didn’t seem to care.
“Hey, can we go out? I want a drink and I’m tired of looking at these walls.”
He nodded and opened the door to let her out before him. Elle’s walk was only slightly hesitant now, much more sure-footed than her footsteps had sounded earlier. As much as he didn’t want to see Nova and her knowing smile, more than anything Charon wanted to see Elle smile again.
Author's Note
(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 04:14 am (UTC)(link)This community is so amazing and I honestly don't know what I would have done these past few weeks if it hadn't given me the inspiration to write again. Mods, I completely understand if this gets taken down, but I just wanted to let my readers know what's been going on.
Thanks again for reading, and don't worry, things will start getting steamy within the next two or three updates ;)