About a girl [rebs!]

[daniel]

Dan was a bit shocked as she suddenly attached herself to his chest, his own personal damp shirt. He didn’t mind but it evoked a tiny wince from him as she hit the bruise on his abdomen from where Pence had panicked and kneeled him accidentally. Pence was just trying to get out of there and Dan had happened to be in the way. It was a situation he got into often in his line of work. He calmed easily though, it seemed they both had their fair share of black and blue. ”Sorry pence got me pretty good in one of our last training sessions you see.” he nodded and pointed to his belly. The man was not made of muscle but he was not chubby either making him moderately what one would call, huggable.

He lifted his arms to hug her but once again she spun around and was gone. He chuckled thinking of her like a squirrel unable to stand still, ”Yes hide those keys keep me ‘ere your willing prisoner as long as you like.” He took another swig of his coke and looked pondering at the idea of a shower, he could use one as to not dirty up her house anymore then he already had. He glanced down at his clothes and nodded. ”Alright. I will go dig through your things while I am up there too alrigh’? Thanks for the offer.” He turned as she returned to his side and kissed her, this time not breaking it as quickly.

He let his lips brush hers softly at first then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers as a hand wrapped around her back and pulled her close to him. He seemed to realize he was being a bit overly assertive and broke it off, reluctantly breathing a bit faster, ”Right… shower then.” he muttered and turned heading into the living room for his change of clothes. He hurried upstairs feeling his heart thundering in his chest, what was wrong with him he was treating her like they had been dating for weeks not for an evening. This was craziness, a hot shower might be just what he needed to get his level head back. He closed her room door and glanced about before heading into the bathroom. He turned on the water, fiddling with the knobs until he found which was hot and turned it to piping, he liked his showers to turn him red.

It didn’t take him long to rinse the dirt from his hair, he wasn’t going to use her shampoos in fear of smelling floral but he grabbed her bar of soap and cleaned down. He grabbed the towel and hopped out turning off the water as he dried down. Unlike her long brown hair his short curly mop of copper was easy to clean and easy to dry. He just towel dried it, dried down and wandered back down stairs. Just like her he only took about ten minutes but he felt no better off then when he went in. His urges were in check but not to the point the felt in control. She made him feel like Pence, manic and unsure even if he tried not to show it. ”There now neither of us smells of ‘orses. What shall we do now.”

[rebel]

-- && -- after he told her about the bruise she winced with him. she knew how it felt. after a few minutes passed, she was suprised by his kiss. but this one was....quite more enjoyable. by the time she realized what was going on she had her hands in his hair. but like that he was gone. she sighed, trying to regain a steady breathing pattern again. that had blown her away. as she heard the water on upstairs, she lost control. she hopped around the kitchen dancing like a fool. he had made her so excited about life. dallas and alabama scrambled into the kitchen, paws screeching on the lynoleum, and began playing around. after a few minutes of composing herself, the dogs wandered away. when Dan appeared she stood still leaning against the cabinets. she didnt look at him, she was trying to control the urge to make him go cuddle again on the couch. this all was going so fast. and she wasnt minding a minute of it.

-- && -- but thats what worried her. she loved him already. but she was worried that he didnt feel equally the same. she already had begun thinking about asking him to move in. but it was just earlier this night that they had started dating. what if he didnt want her like that? a torn expression flashed on her face, but was quickly replaced by a false smile and a glazed stared at the floor. she was lost in her imagintation. what if he seriously would be scared away by the offer? her eyes were plastered to the ground, afraid to show her worries in her eyes. she snapped back into reality, deciding she had to get a certain topic in the air. its all going alittle fast isnt it? she stood against the counter, gripping the edges prepared for any sort of rejection. she was such a easy spirit broken easily. she was good at not showing it, but this was different and she wasnt in control. im worried. she whispered barely audible. i actually like how fast its going, .........cause i think im.....falling......in.... she cut herself off moving on. she couldnt look at him. she was too scared. this was all or nothing. she was going to let out her feelings and if he left her, well there wsa nothing she could do about it. before finishing her sentence, she reached over the counter grabbing the car keys and tossed them infront of him, on the counter. just in case. you make me feel......like i never have before. i feel like...........i dont know. i cant explain. you make me feel whole again. and i dont want to ever feel how i felt before i met you again. i .....know its probably going really fast. but i want you to know. that i dont mind. it could go faster for i all care. slower or anything. just as long as your with me. she was clutching the counter with crazy strength. preparing for the keys to be picked up and the door slammed. she couldnt move. her head was down and she was staring at the floor. not crying. no she was too numb for that. she was already prepared for her heartbroken and too pick herself up again but something was telling her that if she had to again, she wouldnt survive it. he meant too much. already. she was frozen to the counter. unable to move and look at him. her thinking had slowed and she was listening to her surroundings. dallas had felt the tension or pain in the vibes from her and had wandered to her side. he whined slightly, and pawed gently at her legs. but she couldnt move. not until dan did something. anything.

[daniel]

Dan stared at her intently a little taken aback by the assault on his return. His eyes went wide as she detailed almost everything she was thinking and he had to freeze to process it all. His mind whirled like a million fall leaves across a deserted street. He couldn’t collect himself quickly it was if she had stolen his voice and now they both stood paralyzed waiting for anything to happen. While she could not make herself look at him he was fixed staring at her. Where her soulful eyes would be if she looked up. He had not been expecting her to basicly speak both his feelings and her own so directly. He didn’t want her to be attached but he couldn’t pull away. He knew he was bad news, he knew he was dangerous but oh well. It didn’t matter. He was here now and he wasn’t going to let her go, he was a selfish beast though he deserved to be after so much heartache and pain. It was time to live again.

Finally he took up the car keys. Their harsh jingle shattered the silence but he did not turn tail for the door. He was going to keep her. No matter how fast this moved. It didn’t matter. It was real and it was the first real thing in his life in a long time outside of the crazy horse who flaunted his wildness with a freedom that made Dan ache. She was the same way, she had that wildness about her, the freedom he longed for. He wanted her to cut all his chains, free him from his suffering. Still his voice wouldn’t come so he walked slowly, pointedly, across the room to her. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it for hell the girl had said everything he had been thinking. She was his freedom, the way to break the chains that bound him so firmly to his past. He needed to touch her, consol her.

Dan walked so he stood directly in front of her and leaned forward so he could be eye to eye with her. The hand holding the car keys landed on the counter to balance him and the other reached out. His index finger hooked under her chin and slowly, very slowly as if she were glass, he lifted her chin. If she refused he would use his whole hand he had to make her look at him. His face held a very small smile but it was nervous, his eyes searched her face before resting on those wild eyes of hers, ”Tell me you mean it love.” the pet name slid out before he could prevent it but he needed to hear her say she meant every word and it hadn’t been some sort of joke. ”Tell me you want me ta stay with you. To be your knigh’ in shinin’ armor for you… tell me I can be your anything, friend, boyfriend, lover it doesn’t mah’er. You’re the missing piece to my puzzle love. I need you around. No matter ‘ow fast this moves, no matter if it ends abruptly. I want you as long as you will have me. Alrigh’? It might’ only be the first date but you warmed a cold ‘eart love. Fixed a broken soul so I feel I need to return the favor. Not because I have a debt because you made me want you, need you all in one ride and dinner. You‘re too special to give up so your stuck with me until you tell me to leave.”

He let her chin go and set the keys on the counter before pushing away, he had been just centimeters from her face, his breath would still hang hot between them. He swore she could hear his throbbing heart. The sound so loud and so powerful he was sure the poor thing was going to explode through his chest. He wondered if she would catch it, keep it for him until he could pull himself back together. His breath was uneven, as if he had been running, it was nerves. Those same nerves that made his hands tremble slightly making him ball them into fists to keep her from noticing that small murmur of worry that she would reject him. He had just spilled his soul to a girl he hardly knew and yet he felt he knew everything about her. It was an odd sensation but he knew he wanted to be here for her.

[rebel]

-- && -- she had lost all focus after she heard the jingle of the car keys. her heart was beginning the process of forever freezing itself over. but when his finder touch her, she felt like that heat from his touch melted the ice on her heart and fixed everything. his first word made her shake. this was all so much. so so much for her mind to handle. her knees were weak, but from some deep spot in her heart, it gave her a voice. i mean every word. she shuddered at the sound of it. it was such a strong and elegant tone. it was so sure of itself and held authority. it sounded like a stronger her. it was very compassionate. as he spoke she had the urge to lunge at him, and begin compassionate intimacy. but this was not called for. no, she couldnt. she couldnt move still. i never want you to leave me. ever. ever. ever. this voice was much weaker, her own voice, made by her head and heart together. he was so close. and she loved it. the closer he was. she was staring into those wild blue eyes. her own hazel eyes faultered looking into his.

-- && -- after moments of silence, she relaxed. the numbess set as a precaution had worn off, and she was able to make rational decisions again. her hand gently moved forward and found his hand. it gently slid up his arm and to his face. she brushed her hand against his cheek and jawbone and then his lips. her arms slid around his neck as she slowly hugged him. she wasnt willing to push him any further in intimacy. she didnt know his limits but she sure knew hers. but she wanted to be with him and she was being selfish and not denying herself. she wasnt going to not touch him just so she didnt make the first move. she clung to his chest. after a while, and both hearts had taken time to slow, she laughed softly. tears whelled up in her eyes but she wasnt going to cry. she laughed again more heartedly. but finally a small thought caught her attention making the mood serious again. so....how would,.....i love you sound? she spoke shyly. this was a moment of truce. his final chance to deny her. or finally accept her. she took deep breathes as she parted from him again and backed up against the kitchen wall not to far from him. her posture was much more relaxed now, but without a confident pose. her eyes fixed on him finally and didnt faulter.

[daniel]

Dan touched her cheek as she clung to him a bit taken aback by her caress to his cheek but it felt right. When her hands found his neck his instinctively found her hips. They fit perfectly in each others arms, like this was how they were supposed to be. He felt cheesy for thinking it, corny even but none of it mattered. He touched her back feeling how it fit into his hands and how smooth it felt to his touch. She was too perfect for him, ”I am yours until you tell me to leave then.” he said calmly and stroked her cheek his heart still racing madly. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm it. Slowly his heart followed her lead and slowed to something more manageable. He calmed slowly until he was simply at ease. Her I love you made him look up in thought. ”I like the sound of it but I do believe were a little early for those words. Make sure you mean them before they ever pass your lips alright love?” his was a pet name but implied all of what she had said, I love you. She had stolen his heart but the words I love you made him nervous. Mainly because his father had told him he loved him only to turn around and put him in the hospital.

”So I do want to try breeding our horses…” He said suddenly his mind was so scattered all the time but he did not let go of her keeping her trapped there in his embrace. His hands gripped her back and his chest pressed to hers contently, ”I think they would make a fine foal and we can train it together sound like a plan?” He asked softly and dropped his head to stare at her in thought waiting for her reaction but then he seemed to think the better of it, ”but that can wait. Since were both all wet how about we go out into this nice summer night and wander or something I don’t know…” He was looking for romantic things to do, but he was rather bad at it. His mind was still dancing with the thought of her in the shower. Poor guy couldn’t help shifting a bit to hide his pleasure at the thought. He couldn’t help himself.