Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-04-14 08:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | lena rainmayr, thomas kemp |
WHO: Thomas Kemp and Lena Rainmayr
WHAT: Short cuteness, badly written because I have no brains
WHEN: Saturday morning
WHERE: Thomas' bedroom
WARNINGS: Language and sexiness
Thomas had been in a handful of relationships in his life, but none he would really call serious. Nothing like what he wanted with Lena. Of course his inexperience made him worried he would mess up before it had ever really started and it woke him up early on Saturday. Then commenced a staring contest with the ceiling he was fairly sure he lost over and over again.
Lena stirred and woke well after sun-up. She blinked at Thomas sleepily and then she smiled and curled into him. "Morning."
"Hey," he said gently.
"You look thoughty," she murmured. "It's too early for thoughty." She didn't actually look upset, however, so Thomas didn't panic. "Are you okay?"
He was okay, he just worried if she was. And he knew he was likely being ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. "I am, yes. I just...are you happy? I mean...have I been doing okay?"
He watched as Lena sat up, suddenly more awake than she had been a moment ago. She had been sleeping naked and as the sheets slipped down, he was momentarily distracted by the sight of her breasts. She cleared her through and then laughed at him. "Nice one! Now what is this?"
Pulling himself up as well, the sheets fell down and Thomas was quite sure his scrawny, pale chest was far less impressive than hers but he tried no to focus on it. "I've never done this before," he said, sort of quickly. "Not- I mean I have, but this is different. Special. The way I feel about you is different than anyone I've ever been with. And you're...wow. And I'm...bleh. And I'm worried about boring you."
She gave him a shocked look which he took as a good sign. He hoped. "Boring?! Thomas, I told you I had been in porn and you didn't even blink. You brought your best friend to see your girlfriend dance around nearly nude and I know it was you cheering when that random dude in the audience told me to 'take it all off'." Thomas giggled. He certainly had done that. "You raised a kid on your own and he adores you which is kind of a miracle because most of my friends either hate their parents or don't really want to be around them. You're so fucking far from boring it's ridiculous, okay?"
Those were all valid points, he supposed. Not that he felt that made him interesting, but if she did he wasn't going to argue. "Yes, fine, okay. You're also far more attractive than I am."
"Shut your big mouth," Lena said with a grin. "I think you're beautiful and who the fuck cares what anyone else thinks? Thomas? If I'm bored or worried or unhappy, I'll tell you. I won't even hesitate. Has anything you've learned about me since you met me ever suggested I ever hide what I'm thinking."
"Well...no-"
"So stop worrying! You'll get lines and I won't like you any more," she said with a naughty grin. "Just kidding."
Thomas chuckled and then he leaned forward to kiss her. "Alright. I'll stop worrying."
"As long as you speak up too if you need to, we're all good."
"Agreed. Are you hungry?"
Lena crawled forwards and she pushed him back to the mattress gently. "We can eat breakfast afterwards. I'm going to have you again. You're so adorable when you're awkwardly vulnerable."
Thomas laughed loudly, but he was cut off by a kiss.