A/N: Stephen has once again coaxed me into *cough* payed me for *cough* fluff so...here?
At this time of night it’s usually quiet, mostly everyone has gone to bed, leaving me to do what I want for the rest of the time until the sun rises. Having made the really rather exhausting trip up the 7000 steps to visit the Greybeards, Anna and I are invited to stay for the night, after all, it’s cold, and they have the rooms to spare. Anna had gone to bed long ago, or so I had thought, as when I open the door of my own room and look across the hall I see light coming from behind her closed door. Hmm, that’s odd. Putting down what I had been reading to pass the time, as I often do, I quietly slip out the door and across the hall, knocking softly. “Anna? You awake??” There’s the sound of a lock moving and seconds later a familiar face peeks out “Yes as a matter of fact I am.” She opens the door and ushers me inside, closing it behind her. “Guessing you saw the light on while going to look for another book?” Possibly…I shrug in reply, which she takes as a yes. “Why are you still up?” Anna sighs and grabs a blanket “Because it’s cold and I can’t sleep.” Welcome to Skyrim, it gets cold here.
Anna sits on the bed, wrapped up as much as possible and still shivering. It’s unfortunate yet cute in a way. I stand there a minute, lost in my own thoughts, until I realize Anna had gotten up again, and is standing only a few inches away. “I’ve got an idea to warm up.” She says as I’m brought out of my thoughts, a mischievous grin on her face. “Oh really? What’s the idea?” Anna blushes slightly, though it’s rather noticeable under her very pale skin. “Ah well, it would involve you, me, the bed most likely, later on blankets, and at the end of it all…sleep.” Knew it. After agreeing, we stand there silently for a minute, just looking at each other, or around the room. Anna’s eyes have always been one of my favorites of her features, large blue-grey ones that seem almost as they reflect the stars themselves, where you can get lost in them in an instant.
After a minute of simply staring, I lean forward and kiss her, it’s soft, but deep. The kind that lasts long enough that you eventually need to come up for air. Anna makes quiet noises that are really felt rather than heard. That kiss in and of itself seems to have helped with her being cold predicament already, her cheeks have turned from very slightly pink to a much more noticeable color now. Anna moves backward, over toward the bed where she had been sitting, and judging by the state of the covers, at least attempted to sleep earlier. As she goes to lay down she suddenly stops and grabs at her thigh, shutting her eyes tightly and winces. I’d forgotten chronic pain and cold weather, or really just extreme temperatures in general, don’t tend to mix. “Muscle cramp?” I get a nod in reply. Sitting on the edge of the bed I wait for a few minutes, just the two of us talking until the pain subsides. That gives me an idea “Possible modification to the original plan…anywhere else hurt?” Anna nods, that’s unfortunate but not surprising. With a sigh I inch closer “How about then, you show me where it hurts, and I make it better?” Anna lies down then and says with a note of almost guilt in her voice “I hope you weren’t doing anything important, because you’ll be here for a while.” That is of no concern to me, I wasn’t doing much of anything in the first place.
“Here, let’s take this off, easier access to where it hurts. You’ll be colder for a little bit, but hopefully not long.” Leaning over I carefully take off her shirt, leaving the camisole underneath. A good combination for cold nights, really. Layers are sometimes simply a necessity. Anna shivers, and yet at the same time a flush runs down part of her body. Kissing her again I very lightly run a hand down her side until we both need air again. “Alright, back to business, where’s it hurt?” Anna thinks for a second “Everywhere…” she murmurs with a frown. The fact makes me sad, and yet, again, it doesn’t surprise me. We start from the top and move down slowly, beginning with a light kiss against her right temple, then her cheek, and then she points to her neck. Taking a second just to take her pulse the muscle tension there is clear, no wonder she has a headache. That is where I spend a good amount of time, while letting my hands otherwise wander, trying to see if I can find anywhere else obviously in need of attention. As I do that Anna moves her arms, trying to pull me closer, her breath is quicker now again with quiet noises every now and then, which stop when I pull away with an almost annoyed noise coming from her, and she looks at me silently that without saying a word asks “why did you stop?!” Taking a deep breath I shake my head “I need to breathe too you know.” Anna mutters a “that’s fair…” trailing a hand along her side my eyes follow it “Where now?” Anna thinks for a moment and then almost hesitantly points to the under part where her breast connects again to the torso “You don’t have to…” she adds. In the end, it’s only skin and tissue, and very little tissue at that. For a second I just lightly touch the area, her ribs are easy to feel there, as there’s very little breast tissue itself, and even less where it tapers off. Sitting there I think over her words, letting my hand continue to very lightly caress, and every now and then look up when I hear a noise. Hearing a sudden gasp I look up to find Anna with her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her back arches ever so slightly, while the nerves around where the ribs are can be uncomfortably annoying, and even painful, they can have an upside it would seem. One hand covers her mouth, as if it had attempted to stifle the noise. Having made up my mind I remove the hand away from her mouth, which causes her to open her eyes and stare up at me. Putting her hand down I give her a smile and lightly tug at the camisole and ask “Do you mind if I take this off?”
Never in my life have I seen someone so quick to agree to something.
With the light layer of clothing off I can understand why that particular area would be painful, not only are there nerves that can get compressed by the ribs, but also the skin tissue in certain areas seems weaker than it should, leaving an indented and almost semi-transparent look to patches of skin. Since she had pointed to the left side I focus most of my attention there, still just lightly touching along the top of her torso and where it connects to the small bit of skin at the bottom of her chest. Never did understand why people find breasts attractive, they’re just tissue and glands at the end of the day. To be fair, being asexual, I never did understand why people find much of anything attractive at all, at least in that context. Do I find certain characteristics or personality traits endearing? Of course, for example the way Anna immediately curls up against me and falls asleep in no time as soon as her hormone levels stabilize, if she’s in that sort of mood. I find it amusing, things go from 100 to 0 very quickly and she becomes very cuddly. But do I find that, or what’s involved in managing those hormonal levels sexually attractive? Not at all. Anna herself doesn’t either, nor does she have a sex drive in the usual sense, if anything it’s more the ‘Hey this hurts and kisses and playing around with this external bit of skin and nerve fibers helps’ drive.
Having gotten lost in my own head for a minute I’m brought back to reality to a hand taking my left hand and moving it so instead of only idly playing with the bottom part of Anna’s right breast it cups the whole thing…which isn’t exactly an amazing feat she's an A cup and apparently that means much smaller than average. I look at the left one where my hand still does what it had earlier, and look again up at Anna hesitantly, who gives me a smile and then gasps when I accidentally move my other hand slightly. Right…sensitive area. Leaning my head down I think I’ve found the right place, kissing right along the first rib under her breast, judging by the way her back arches and she moans I assume I’m right.
As it turns out, not only am I right in my assumption, I’m very right in it. At one point I pull away, sitting back up more, and in reply get a whine of “Why’d you stop?!” Directing my attention to the right side now, as I’d been told that area along with some of the for lack of better wording misshapen skin was uncomfortable as well I find where to focus first and leaning back down to quickly place a very light kiss on the area of thin, discolored, skin near what is perhaps the most sensitive part of the whole area reply “I’m not, you have two sides of a rib cage, don’t you?” At the sensation from the kiss her entire body shivers…though that could just be from the cold. Kissing in a line of sorts I move slightly to the left, to where the however small amount of breast tissue begins to taper, and following the shape of it move down until it finds the rib and the area around it. They’re very light kisses, lasting no more than a second, but the effect they cause seems to be not only far more powerful, but also have a longer effect.
At one point by accident I lightly nip at her skin which results in a startled gasp, and pulling back I apologize, it’s accepted, the only request…”could you kiss it better?” Anna asks sweetly, I roll my eyes, but comply, which only makes her giggle, a sound somewhere in between being adorable and maniacal. Having finished at least most of what needs addressing in that area I ask for directions again, Anna points to further down her abdomen, to a spot just where the ribs stop and become tissue, around the area of her spleen and stomach I guess. Understandable, when your stomach doesn’t work how it should, it will hurt. I place a kiss there, and one on each of the two faded scars nearby.
After some time and getting side tracked for a minute kissing more of the unfortunately large amount of scars scattered throughout her chest and abdomen I’m tapped on the shoulder three times, a signal to stop, and as a result immediately pull back. She’s flushed now, her cheeks are a cute shade of almost red and she smiles up at me from half lidded eyes. “You okay?” Running a hand through her hair and along the side of her face I question “Just need a second to calm down.” That would explain the redness, out of caution I double check her pulse. It’s a bit higher than usual, but nothing out of the ordinary, still it’s better to be safe than sorry especially with someone who’s had multiple heart surgeries over the years. “Okay. We can continue. Almost done, hurts here, here, here, and here…oh and here” Anna points to places along the rest of her abdomen along with the inner mid part of her right thigh, my guess is muscle tension. The same place she’d grabbed at earlier. Taking my time eventually we make it to the end, and it seems Anna is very close to simply falling over the edge, but not quite there yet. “Anything else I can do perhaps?” Her breathing is quick at this point, and only gets quicker when I ghost my hand along where I’d played around with her chest earlier, it’s sensitive enough that between that and a few deep kisses that I draw her into once she’s able to take enough breathes to actually have oxygen that she tumbles over that cliff of hormone regulated sensation quickly, without really any need to touch elsewhere. I’m sure the kisses along her inner thigh didn’t hurt the chances, but the jury is still out on if they actually helped at all.
Now in a somewhat dazed state Anna looks up at me with a bit of a grin, the cold is no longer a problem, especially now that she’s gotten somewhat redressed. The nightshirt is still off to the side, but the undershirt has been put back on. “We should do that more often.” She muses in a half asleep mumble, mostly to herself. “I’m gonna take another bath now…” she adds, seemingly to herself, rolling over and sitting up. “Since I see you’re still in your clothes from yesterday, care to keep your pants on and join me?” She asks and I ponder the question for a moment. “Ah, why not. I’ll be right back.” Anna stays seated on the bed while I go to retrieve a change of clothes, as the ones I’m currently wearing will be soaking wet in not too long.
Returning to her room, having grabbed a spare set of clothes, I knock on the door attached to the room, which is a decently sized washroom. “You can come in” Anna replies and I enter, shutting the door behind me. Due to a rather overly complicated set of natural springs warm water is readily available and flows into a tub, built into the stone floor itself. At first, I just sit nearby with my legs crossed, before being eventually pulled in. She seems to have a habit of doing this, and finds it rather amusing when she succeeds. At first the two of us sit on opposite sides, Anna cleaning up again, and me having been pulled in at that point sitting lost in my own thoughts. I’m pulled out of them by the sound of water moving and realize Anna is now sitting next to me, staring at me intently “hello.” She says with a smile before abruptly turning back to look at the water, kicking her legs back and forth and remarking that the warm water is nice. She’s right, it is quite nice, especially on a cold night.
Having cleaned up completely and dressed again Anna goes back to the other room, allowing me to clean up and change as well. I find her curled up sitting in a chair and wrapped in a blanket “Cold again already?” In reply Anna nods, why am I not surprised? “You should go to bed, it’s late.” I tell her as I start to walk toward the door but I’m stopped with a barely audible whisper of “don’t leave, please…” and turn back around, going over to where she sits bundled up in the blanket. “You want me to stay?” I ask, moving a stray piece of hair away from her face, Anna nods. “Alright, I’ll stay. But you need to go to bed, okay?” Anna agrees to the deal and allows me to pick her up and bring her back over to the bed. Laying down and adjusting the covers we find a mostly comfortable way to accommodate two people in a bed originally made for just one.
Cuddled up against me with the extra blanket still easy to access Anna is fairly easy to lull back to sleep. A combination of a soft blanket, being cuddled with a hand softly running along her back, and every now and then whispering some words of praise or simply shushing her if she begins to stir seems to do the trick. Within no time she lays fast asleep on top of me, one arm and her legs sprawled out, the other arm strategically placed to keep a grip in the blanket in order to keep out the cold, and her head against my chest. By now the wind has died down enough that I can faintly hear, and really more feel, the calm repetitive pattern of her breathing as she sleeps, perfectly content to dream the night away until the sun rises, and perhaps even after that. Finding myself still unable to sleep for the time being I simply lay there quietly, watching the moonlight dance through the room as time passes, and listening to the steady rhythm of breath as Anna sleeps in my arms. Sometimes it almost seems as if she smiles in her sleep, likely at a good thought. I wonder what she dreams about, perhaps I’ll ask in the morning. For now though, I’ll just stay here, watching the moons make their nightly journey across the sky on a cold winter's night, and think to myself how happy I am to have a comforting warmth cuddled against me fast asleep, leaving me free to once again get lost in my thoughts.
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