Forgotten childhood memories

He chuckled softly as she told him to hurry. Luckily he had his morning meds close by. Grabbing the small container, he opened it and flipped the contents in to his palm, downing them with the rest of his water in the bottle by his night stand. Shivering slightly, he sat for a while, just letting himself feel the pills glide down before crawling under the covers once more. This time he laid on his side once more. He wanted to look at her, take her in as she was right now. Reaching his hand over he placed it on her stomach, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I guess it's time you return the favor and warm me for a bit," he chuckled. His room was a bit cold, so his hands had gotten that as well. His body was aching still, but it was bearable, especially with her beside him. His breath calm, albeit a little hasty from moving around. "It's a little funny," he muttered, his hand just resting on her stomach, feeling how she was breathing in and out. "I mean, how small we used to be compared to now," he said, chuckling a bit. They used to have so much space in his bed. Now he was afraid of moving too much and squishing her against the wall.

One way? He felt her soft skin soon thereafter, feeling his cheeks gain a little color. "I think some things happen for a reason," he argued, his fingers a little carefully moving on her stomach as they warmed up. He just looked at her, wondering how she had gotten to this point. "But I will always like you; In fact I know because you make me feel very happy," he said, feeling his breath halter a bit. He was trying to calm down, but feeling her bare skin wasn't helping. "You're so soft," he murmured, closing his eyes as he felt a little overwhelmed laying here with her, feeling her and seeing her. Eliminating one of them might help him calm down. "I wish you could sleep here all the time," he sighed. He knew she had her own place, knew she had her own life and he wasn't standing in the way of that. But he also really wished that he could catch up to those years they hadn't been together, even if it had to be through sleep.

He felt her touch his face, feeling like this was bliss. Everything she did was just right and he couldn't explain why. She suggested coming over every night, and he opened his eyes to look at her to see if she was kidding him. But all that met him was a genuine expression. "I would like that," he said. He was lonely to the core, but being with her made that loneliness disappear as if it had never been there in the first place. She spoke about going outside and he chuckled, "we can do that, I just have to bring a couple of heat pads," he said in a small ponder.
He looked at her if she was still touching his face, and he needed to tell her something. But saying it felt weird. "I know you said I'm your best friend," he said, his hand on her stomach moving slightly, pulling her closer to him. It was like he couldn't get enough. "But I want you to know that you are my best friend too." Maybe it was redundant to say so, but he wanted her to know. "And I ... I love, I love ... I love you," he wasn't stammering it was more him wanting to say it while she could hear it. She didn't have to say it back, she didn't even have to love him. But he wanted her to know that she would be someone he would always care for, no matter what might happen.

Eugene chuckled, he felt a little giddy at her words, but it was nice to hear her say it. She pressed herself closer and he felt his heart skip a beat. She could probably feel something stirring between his legs, but he didn't want to bring attention to it. The kiss on the forehead made him smile, just looking at her as she spoke about toothache, "I have some years to catch up to, so I'll probably be saying some sweet stuff to you every day for the rest of my life," he chuckled, but he was also a bit nervous. She hugged him and he wrapped his arms around her in return, trying to push his butt away from her, but it wasn't going too nicely. He wasn't a pervert, he swore that, but being close to her just made his body react. "Maybe ... Maybe we should get up and start the day," he whispered, his cheeks a little red.

"No I just ..." he said, looking at her he felt so drawn to her. It felt hard to know that she barely seemed to react. [color=#AF6C66]"I just want to kiss you and ... And I don't want it to be bad like yesterday,"[color] he confessed. He hadn't been in these situations before. Had she? He felt so confused because every part of his body screamed to be near her, having to restrain himself from just pulling her as close as he could. "And I feel weird ... Down there," he finally said, his cheeks bright red at the mention of the thing between his legs. He hadn't ever really seen a use for it besides going to the toilet. Of course he knew what he could use it for, but only on paper and from what he had read in books. Dry, boring, biology books of course. He looked down, feeling embarrassed for even bringing it up.

She moved away, and he felt a piece of him break until she pulled him in for a kiss. Now this. This was how it felt, huh? His fingers dug slightly in to her skin, even though it was innocent, it felt so right too. She was the one apologizing now and he wouldn't have it, shaking his head no as she went on. "It's not a bad kind of weird," he said, a little breathless against her lips as she started kissing him again. He pulled her close, letting her feel what he meant by down there, but barely daring to move much. "I can't help it, it's just something my body does," he explained, but she was perhaps more knowledgeable about the real world. Or maybe she wasn't. He frankly didn't know either or. But what he did know was that he wanted to continue kissing her, and so he did, moving his lips tenderly over hers.

He had to grit his teeth a little as she confessed she felt good too. Looking at her with surprise on his face because he felt rather proud of himself. He had made her feel good. "Is there something I can do to make you feel better?" he asked, he wanted to do whatever she wanted him to. Right now he was rather content with just kissing her, but she seemed to know more than she was letting on. He had to break their kiss a few times, taking the time to breathe, but at least they were laying down so he didn't have to strain himself too much. He just wished he could do more. "I want you to feel good," he pleaded, not really sure what he was getting himself in to, but he guessed it couldn't be bad if it felt this good.

Just do what he felt like? She liked his lips and sweet shivers ran down his spine. His lips separated, licking her lips in return. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but he listened to her advice. Was it weird that he felt clumsy? Though his hands sure knew what to do, both arms wrapping around her, touching the bare skin of her back, humming softly as he felt so alive. The pulse in his neck beating as fast as his heart that tried to follow along. "I need to lay on my back," he said, clearly a bit out of breath. Moving around he got an idea, "can you lay on top of me?" Was that a strange request? If she did, he would groan softly, blushing more as he felt just how strongly his body reacted. These kisses were way better than when they had been kids, that was for sure. "You're so ..." he said, lifting his hand up to touch her cheek, smiling at her as he moved some of her loose hair behind her ear, "perfect."

"Yes you are," he said rather seriously back. Everything about her was perfect, even her imperfections and the parts of her she maybe didn't like. He embraced all that she was. As she straddled him his body reacted so strongly still, but he let her control it. She lifted his hands, dying to feel her bare skin once more, but he was cheated as she pushed his hands down in to the mattress. She repeated what he had said back then, smiling at the memory, but then she kissed his neck. His hips bucked slightly, grinding himself against her as his breath went a little wild. "I have to eat those words," he confessed, feeling her lips like this, her pinning him down, it was clearly something he liked. "Maybe ... Maybe it's better that I start begging for you to never stop," he said, his heart beating so fast and yet he was so happy. "Please, Zippy," he said in a hushed moan.

As she started to moan he felt knots starting to form in his stomach, feeling how she rolled her hips, he felt his own hips buck once or twice. Not to mess with her rhythm, but because he couldn't help himself. She was hiding her face, and he moaned softly in to her ear. "Can you look at me?" he pleaded, feeling his breath warm, "it feels so good." He was almost starting to get impatient, wanting to touch her, feel her skin under his fingertips, but he also felt so powerless when she was holding his hands in to the mattress like this. They were innocent, exploring one another and yet it felt like things were moving so fast. "Zippy ... Can I try something?" he asked moaning, needing his hands, hoping she would let him go so he could try what he had in mind.

Eugene didn't know why, but seeing her like this brought new layers of adoration to how he felt for her. It took her some time, but she eventually released his hands. A little shakily he moved them under the duvet with them, one grabbing on softly to her hip the other hesitated a bit before his fingers reached her clothed treasure. He wouldn't go crazy, hell he barely knew what he was doing, but he did know biology. Maybe it would be lame to say that out loud, but for now he could barely think of anything but making her feel as good as he felt right now. "Just tell me if you don't like it," he said, his fingers moving carefully, putting light pressure. He was basically feeling her up, trying to find where it made her squirm, and once he did he would tease slightly. He felt like he was choking a bit on all the emotions he was feeling, but strangely enough his breathing was alright. "More?" he asked, looking at her with loving eyes.

The gods had blessed him. Being a man of science he hadn't ever given much thought to the gods, but seeing and hearing her like this, it was clear she was divine. There was no doubt in his mind. She even moaned his name and he felt a little lost for a moment, but she seemed to know what she wanted, pressing his hand to her again. Her admittance made him smile, but he was also careful. "Promise me you'll tell me if something feels wrong," he said, his jaw tensing as his fingers slid her underwear to the side. The heat alone made him moan softly before his fingers went to work. He was delicate, knowing how many nerve endings were truly where he touched. But he hadn't imagined how wet she would be, albeit a nice surprise as it made touching her so much easier. "Come closer," he pleaded, his heart in his throat as he lifted his hand from her hip and up to her face, pulling her down so he could kiss her. Gods how he wanted to hear her moan his name once again. His thumb started working up her small bell, while his middle finger touched gently at her entrance. Moaning softly, he couldn't imagine anything feeling better than this. Hearing her moan, feeling her heat up like this.

Was he actually doing this? Making her sing such wonderful notes only for him to hear? He was. And he could feel her getting more on edge. Her finally giving in to her high made him look a little worried at her at first, wondering if it really felt as good as she made it sound. But it was written so clearly on her face, and he felt proud in a way. That he had made her climax and all he had done was touch her.
Quite frankly, she was soaked, and he kept touching her gently, feeling how needy she still seemed to be for his touch. Her question made him look at her rather seriously, "it felt good, right?" he asked. He hadn't had much time to really think about the body as it worked, but he knew a few things. That and he trusted his instinct in this. "Some people call it to cum ... It's sort of a climax where your whole body tingles," or at least that was how it had been for him. C'mon, even the cripple had to let out some frustrations once in a while. "It's not bad unless you don't like it," he promised her, his fingers drenched in her and he didn't want to stop now. "It's like ... A prelude to sex," she had to know what that was, right? Even though he was clueless, he knew the basics.