Life is strange indeed

As she got out of the shower she hurried to dry herself off, getting dressed for the day. Though she had to get some clean clothes in their room. Entering she saw him standing in front of the mirror, applying a band aid. Frowning she looked at him, "what's going on?" she muttered before she got closer. Even if he was trying to hide it she ended up seeing it. Her eyes welled up, "Kurt," she whispered shaking her head. It wasn't her place to tell him what to do with his body, but this felt like it was her fault. Sighing she grabbed the first aid kit, taking out some cleaning swabs. "We gotta clean it first ... And you'll need a bigger band aid than that," she said. Zaira didn't care if he fought back. She was hellbent on doing this for him.
Hopefully she would eventually have him sitting down at the foot of the bed. She placed the new band aid on him, seeing the other scars. "Is this why you keep sleeping with a shirt on?" she asked, feeling sad that she hadn't said anything sooner. "Fuck Kurtis ... This is really bad," muttering softly as she just looked at the scars. She didn't want to see him like this. He was supposed to be healing but this seemingly held him back. Packing away the first aid kit she sat down in front of him on the floor. Reaching up she touched his hand gently. "I get that I'm very selfish, but I don't see you as lesser than before what happened to you," she told him, just being honest. Breathing out in a heavy sigh she lifted his hand to her cheek, feeling his warmth just to let him feel that she meant every word she said. "I know that you want to spare me from a lot of shit, I get that, but please don't spare me from this ... Is it my fault? Was it because I left yesterday?"

She guessed it hadn't helped that she had left him to sleep alone, but she felt like she couldn't take advantage of him. He pulled her up and she laid down on top of him, finally feeling his skin against her own. And she felt so happy. Not that he was hurting, but the fact that he was close to her. His words stung and she nodded, kissing his neck a few places before just laying there, holding him closer than ever. "I thought you thought I was disgusting, " she whispered, squeezing her eyelids harder together. "After seeing me ... Like that," she muttered, referring to what had happened in the hospital.
"I was afraid you only wanted me around because you pitied me or ... you just didn't want to be alone," she admitted to her worries. She knew some of them were illogical, but was there ever anything logical about insecurities and fears? "I was afraid you had gotten scared to touch me again."

"Abel was different ... We weren't together then," she said, and there was way more consent involved with Abel than there ever would be with Romeo, she was sure of that. He cupped her face and she looked at him, her eyes vulnerable as she did realize what he was trying to say. She couldn't so easily be corrupted it seemed. "I don't know what he did to me," she confessed, frowning as she shook her head, "I mean, I know I didn't want him to touch me, but as soon as he did it was like it wasn't my choice anymore." It had really scared the shit out of her. She had barely been able to think about what had happened. She sighed, shaking her head. Thinking about it wouldn't solve anything, and right now he was the last person she wanted to think about.
"It feels good to finally feel your skin again," she whispered, letting her hands touch his sides, being mindful of the new cut and subsequent band aid. "I know you don't feel well, and I can't tell you what to do with your body ... But could you try talking to me when you feel like hurting yourself?" she asked. Maybe it was too much to ask for him to speak to her when he was like that. "Or perhaps just hold my hand really hard and I'll tell you all the great things that are about you?"

"Of course I would've scolded you," she muttered, just feeling his touch made her sigh. She genuinely felt so in love right now, but then again it was always that when he was near. There was just that safe feeling of him being there, holding her close as if the world could fall apart around them and it wouldn't matter. Because she had Kurtis right here with her and they wouldn't let go for anything.
The lack of control seemed to be a running theme in his life. She felt bad. Nobody was taught how to deal with this shit, at least not at their age. "I know it isn't easy, and I never expect you to be perfect ... But I want you to know that I'm here, alright? That I am willing to hear you out even when you feel like you can't talk," she reminded him. What else was she there for but him? She loved him, so much that sometimes it hurt just to think of him.

The question made her giggle. Closing her eyes that giggle turned in to a soft laughter as she held him close. She had to calm down a bit, opening her eyes she had happy tears in her eyes before she nodded. "Yeah it would be weird," she said, still chuckling, pulling herself up so she was face to face with him, "and I bet we'd both love it." It was said in a tender whisper as she leaned in, connecting their lips like they hadn't really in such a long time. It felt like forever ago, and then again, it also felt like it was something they always had done. Her eyes had fallen shut, her lips moving against his in a rather sensual kiss. Her fingers grabbed at him, clearly showing how much she wanted him to be this close.

It was safe to say it was soon getting a little heated. Her cheeks flushed as she made out with Kurtis, just taking her time to taste his lips. Her heart was beating like a fast drum, but it was ont that was so pleasant that she didn't mind it. Feeling the lycan actually relax against her made her feel so good, licking his lips gently. "Let me taste you," she pleaded, panting softly, and if he agreed, she let her tongue snake with his in a tender dance. Her hands moved up under his shirt, feeling all of his skin before she felt like she had to do something. "Can we ... Take off our shirts?" she asked. It was almost innocent wasn't it? Just the raw need to feel his skin pressed against her own. She removed her own, letting him decide what he wanted to do before she reconnected their lips once more. Everything seemed to be going slow, but it was what they needed right now. A tender and calming pace that made her heart ache with how good it finally felt.

Hearing him curse she chuckled softly, still panting a bit, trying to catch her breath. Opening her eyes she saw his smile, and in that moment she was completely at his will. His follow up made her scoff, "what, did you think I'd be slacking off?" she muttered, leaning down to kiss along his neck, moaning softly at the feeling of his skin pressed against hers. She sucked lightly on his skin, giving him a bruise he might actually like for once. Pulling away she looked at it, smiling a bit to herself, licking the slightly bruised skin that she had marked. "Besides, you're not too bad yourself, dumbass," she whispered, kissing him up his neck and to his ear where she nibbled gently at his lobe. Letting him hear her soft moans up close, she hoped it would bring him some happiness, because she hadn't felt this way in a long time.

"Hey! That's former residential fuckboy I hope," she giggled, feeling him press her closer. Fuck, it felt so good to have his body rub against her own. Her cheeks turning almost crimson at the way he touched her. "Drive you crazy?" she muttered, panting softly, moaning a bit as she felt quite surprised at how relaxed she was right now. "I think I've already gone mad," she admitted, running her hands up in his long hair, massaging his scalp gently. Leaning her lips down to his once more, she kissed him a little more eagerly. She wasn't really sure where she got all her needs from. She just knew she loved Kurtis, and it was like it was all it really took. Just him and her pressed together.

"I can get you a collar with your name and our address if you'd like," she giggled in teasing. He sat up, and she had no choice but to follow, moaning in to his mouth as he grabbed at her thigh. The feeling of being pulled closer had never felt better, her hips moving a little on their own against his groin. She had really missed this. Just feeling like a teenager in love and not worrying about anything but one another. Feeling his warm hands against her naked thigh made her body spin a little. She hadn't really managed to get to getting dressed, so she was only wearing underwear right now. She felt sorta naked sitting here on him, but then again she wanted to feel all of his skin. She wanted to feel his hands all over her.
Her own hands snaked behind him, touching and pulling a bit at his back. She wanted him to feel just as needed, just as wanted, as she felt how much he cared for her. "Kurtis," she muttered, panting softly, her eyes half lidded and filled with love as she looked at him. "I feel you," she whispered. She felt his skin against her own, she felt his needing hands. She just felt him and it was amazing.

He felt her too. What a relief. He grabbed her other thigh as well and their lips clashed once again. His tongue teasing her made her chuckle, but she eventually opened her mouth, letting their tongues do what they did best. That was when she felt how he was grabbing harsher at her thighs, and she gladly moved with him. She was panting and moaning in to his mouth. Frankly it felt like it had been too long ago since they had been like this. Grabbed by need and unable to focus on anything except one another. "Do you wanna try?" She whispered, she wasn't sure where they were headed, but they might as well set up some boundaries before either of them moved too fast for the other. She could feel how soaked she was, surprising herself as she felt the tingles in her stomach. "We don't have to if you don't want to," she assured him. No, neither of them would benefit from the hurt that would be to be turned down like that in the heat of the moment. She kissed his nose, smiling at him, but still moving with his grip if he continued. Her heart was beating rather fast, and she loved it. She felt alive. She felt loved. And most importantly she felt Kurtis wanting her and touching her.

She saw him hesitate, and she stopped moving, giving him the time to think that he needed. They didn't have to take it further, they could just stick to what they had been doing. Sure she wanted him, but not at any cost. If they were going through with this, then they had to be on the same page.
Then he spoke, his serious eyes and confident smile made her melt, giggling as she stretched her neck for his consumption. He grabbed around her butt, and she leaned her head back, moaning with a bit more sound as the feeling was too great. "It's kinda hard doing that when we got clothes on," she muttered, pulling back as she crawled off of him. Dropping her underwear she felt a little nervous at letting him see her body, but she seemed to snap out of it pretty fast. Reaching down to his pants she undid them carefully, helping him out of his trousers and boxers.
Once they were both naked, she took a minute to look at him, touching his chest carefully. "Sit up against the headboard," she said, following with him as he got settled in. She sat down in his lap, kissing his forehead gently before moving her kisses down. "Do you want to wear a condom?" She asked, just taking her time, touching his arms, truly letting him feel how loved he was right now.

Feeling his eyes on her felt really good, even if she felt a little exposed. It was clear both of them had to adjust. As she sat down on him he wrapped his arms around her, and she just placed her hands on his shoulders. He was so warm. And it felt so good to just sit here with him. He spoke about him not being sterile yet and she knew. Hell the first thing she had done was look up what a vasectomy was. She didn't really know what to say, but it seemed that he didn't mind, kissing her. The mumbled I love you made her whole body tingle. Her hands moved down, touching the base of his length gently. "I love you too Kurtis," she muttered, her breath halting as she finally touched him. Moaning a bit in surprise at how he felt in her hand, she opened her eyes to look at him. "I don't want you to wear a condom," she confessed.  

She chuckled, her cheeks red as she felt like this was a little scary. But then again, why not? She just wanted to feel him like she had the day they had made up and gotten back together. That raw connection she hadn't felt with anyone before. As his hands moved down, it was clear her body needed a moment to realise she was in safe hands. Her breath staggering as she looked at him, remind herself who was touching him. It was her Kurtis. He was touching her so delicately and with so much emotion. Nodding she bit her lower lip at his warning. That didn't matter. How could it ever matter how long he lasted? She wasn't looking to be exhausted after this, she just wanted her worries put to rest.
Removing her hand, she took his hand away from her as well. Her eyes said it all. Moving up closer to him, she pressed her chest to his, taking a few deep breaths as she just looked at him. Then she slowly descended, feeling his tip at her entrance made her moan softly, her body tensing a bit at the anticipation. "Kurtis," she whispered, wanting him to look at her. She needed that extra confirmation. That green light. And if she got it she would sit down slowly, feeling him press in to her and making her whimper. He was hard. So very hard. And she felt so happy.
Taking her time, she finally sat down, flesh with his groin to her own. She was heaving for air, her forehead pressed to his, feeling his warmth spread to her insides as well as her outside. Her jaw was trembling, her body shivering slightly but not from the cold. She felt right. For so long she had felt there was something wrong with her, with her body and that was why he wouldn't touch her. But right now she felt so relieved. He fit her perfectly. A few rogue tears sat in her eyes, smiling as she was panting a little. "There you are," she whispered. She saw her Kurtis, the Kurtis who was all she really needed. Moaning she started out rolling her hips ever so carefully, not wanting to move too fast. No, she wanted this to last, feel how he stretched her out, how he was the only one she could ever care for like this.