leonite

blah blah something i wrote last night, not great i know but whatever

Patting her skin dry with the towel, she examined herself in the mirror. Under her own scrutiny, she had never really been unhappy with her body. She knew it wasn’t perfect, of course, but now, now that someone else was seconds away from seeing it, her flaws glared at her from the reflection like angry, ugly monsters. Thighs too big, hips too wide, stomach sticking out too far, too many scars, too many freckles dotted along her much too pale skin. She wrapped the towel around herself, and opened the bathroom door. A cloud of steam drifted from the bathroom as she turned the light out and darted across the hallway, her feet making soft thuds on the carpet. She entered her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She glanced at the bed, where he was, as if she had expected him to realise how crazy he was and leave whilst she showered. But no, he was there, laying against a mound of pillows. He grinned at her as she stood in the doorway, suddenly to scared to move forward.
   “You okay?”
   “Um..” Awkwardly, she folded her arms and tucked one leg behind the other. She started to drop the towel, loosening her grip on the fabric wrapped around her chest. She then stopped, deciding it was best to turn the light off before she bared her naked body to him. She flicked the switch, feeling much more confident in the dark, and dropped the towel in a pile around her feet. She stood there for a moment longer, moonlight peeking through the curtains and illumnating lines of skin.
   “Jesus Christ, woman. Why are you still standing over there?”
She could see him grinning in the dim light, as he moved to the side and evened out the pillows on her bed. He motioned to the empty space among the sheets and she smiled, chewing her lip as she stepped forward, debating on whether to try and do a sexy walk. She decided that would end badly and instead an embarrased squeak burst from her lips as she leapt onto the bed, snatching the blankets up and covering herself with them. She peeked out at him, face flushed. They shared a look and then dissolved into giggles. Still chuckling, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
   “You’re so adorable… “
   “I’m so embarrasing. I can’t believe I did that.” She laughed again, and realised that him taking her in his arms had pushed the blanket down to her hips. She covered up her bare chest with one arm, and wrapped the other around her stomach.
   “Don’t.”
Suddenly his eyes were fixed on her intently, and one hand wrapped around the arm hiding her chest, the other slid from her waist to her neck.
   “What? They’re not that good, nothing spectacular, no need to have them all.. out… and stuff..” She made a face.
   “No, seriously. Don’t ever feel like you have to hide from me. You’re beautiful.” He moved her arm gently to her side, and then leant forward and kissed her neck.
   “Is now a good time to tell you how amazing you are?” She said, dumbfounded, as he planted little kisses all over her neck and moved her other arm away.
   “It’s always a good time to tell me that.” He looked up at her, smirking, the intensity gone from his eyes and the light playfulness back. She kissed him on the mouth and felt his smirk against her own.
He propped himself up on his elbow, and in the sliver of moonlight he spotted a patch of freckles on her rib. He reached over and pulled the curtain open a little, moonlight pouring over her torso.
He lay on her stomach, and put his finger above one of the many freckles speckled all over her body. He was barely touching her but it was enough to make goosebumps rise on her skin and for her to squirm under his hovering hand. He watched her chest rise and fall with every shallow breath she took, and her damp hair left tiny beads of water on her skin that rolled downwards.
   “That tickles!”
   “You’re freckles look like constellations. I like them.” He moved his hand and kissed the spot where it had been. She giggled and fidgeted again.
   “I hate constellations.” She laughed, rubbing goosebumps away from her skin and running a hand through his hair, twisting it in her fingers as she stared at the ceiling, perfectly content to lay there forever, with his warm breath on her stomach and his hand draped around her waist.