She was easy to talk to when she wasn’t so upset. At times he even forgot to be shy and embarrassed. She seemed more relaxed as well, but she also looked tired.
“Do you want to borrow some of my clothes?” he asked. “Or do you want me to go and get some of yours? I think it might do you good to lie down for a while, you look a little pale again.”
She blushed lightly and said, “Do you mean here?”
“Well, however you wish,” he said. “I hadn’t thought about it. But you know, even if you went home I would really like to come and check up on you later. I worry about you.”
It was maybe a bit much to say, but she didn’t look taken aback. Instead, she agreed. She asked meekly if he would let her borrow the robe, and then she went back home. He tried to wrap up his work and think about other things than her.
After he finished his work he agonized over how late ‘later’ was supposed to be. He wanted to go to her but didn’t want to seem too intrusive. Around seven, he gave up and went over to her place. He considered ringing the doorbell, but settled on using the keys, thinking she might be sleeping.
She was, buried under a pile of blankets so that all he could see was the mop of her golden hair on the pillow. He sat on the edge of the bed.
“Hi, Johanna,” he said quietly. She didn’t answer and he nudged her lightly. She still didn’t react, and he tried her forehead.
She was really hot once again. He considered waking her up for dinner, but he knew well how fever killed the appetite, and she had eaten well enough at lunch. He let her sleep and went downstairs to make a few sandwiches for himself and feed the cat.
Musse came up to him the moment he opened the can of cat food. He set the food down, and the cat allowed him to pet it a little. After a minute, it turned its yellow eyes up to him as if to say, really? Don’t you have someplace to be?
Samuel did. He went back upstairs, and sat by Johanna, guarding her in her sleep.
She was so cute. She looked so young when she slept. He let her golden locks flow through his fingers, and marveled at the silky quality. He thought he should go. She was alright. She had a fever, but her breathing was much better than the previous night. He had no reason to think she would drop dead if he wasn’t keeping an eye on her. Yet he didn’t leave, he sat and watched her sleep, stroking her hair.
She woke up with a jolt, and turned to look at him.
“Samuel?”
“Hi there,” he said softly.
She answered with a sleepy ramble in Swedish. The only thing he could distinguish was his own name, which she repeated a few times.
“I wish I knew what it is you just said,” he said gently. She looked at him, or at least his general direction, her eyes shining with fever. He touched her cheek lightly. She took hold of his hand with hers and pulled on it, tugging him closer.
To hell with it. He just didn’t want to go. He lay down next to her, and she moved over to give him room. He snuggled next to her, and she pressed into his arms like she’d always been there, like she belonged there. He wrapped his arms around her and breathed in the scent from her hair, a whiff of his own shampoo but also of her, a little stuffy and sweaty again now that she was so sick. He thought she could smell like shit, and he’d love it.
She mumbled something in Swedish again and relaxed, her arm around his waist.
He held her and felt his heart swell almost painfully. She was so small, and soft, and adorable. He just wanted to do everything in his power to keep her safe, make her happy, make everything right for her.
He stroked her narrow, hot back with the tips of his fingers, tracing the edge of her shoulder blade. His mom always used to say that’s where angels’ wings were attached, and he pictured her as an angel, one of those impossibly pretty ladies in his childhood picture books. It wasn’t even difficult to picture, though he’d always thought angels were really tall.
She had on a nightgown tonight, not the baggy type of pajama shirt she’d had earlier. It was soft and felt good under his palm. In addition to that – oh god. He felt her hot legs against his sweatpants, and by the feel of it he suspected they were nude. It was unnerving enough, but then she moved a little to get closer and he realized it felt like she had no panties on.
Suddenly he got very warm. He pushed the blankets off his side that wasn’t against her and adjusted himself, making sure he didn’t poke her with his dick. He was hard again, and he thought he probably would be for the entire night. He remembered her dream from last night, and it certainly didn’t help matters.
Now he regretted staying. He was certain she would be appalled if she woke up and found him so aroused. He tried to get back to the angelic thoughts, but it was difficult once he’d let himself get on this more carnal level. He pictured himself with horns sticking from his forehead and a pitchfork in his hand and suppressed a nervous giggle. She was sleeping peacefully, and it consoled him to know she knew nothing of his thoughts.
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Samuel woke up with Johanna snug against him. He held on to her quite tightly, one arm under her head and one hand on her stomach. His nose was nuzzled to the nape of her neck and her scent filled his head with every breath. She smelled so good, somehow warm and familiar. He thought wistfully how wonderful it would be to get used to that scent, to wake up to it every morning and fall asleep with it every night. He could feel her warm, nimble body against all of his frontside. She felt warm but not burning hot anymore.
His dick was so hard it was almost painful. It was firmly pressed between the warm, smooth globes of her perfect posterior.
He breathed out a quivering sigh. Was she sleeping? Maybe she hadn’t noticed. He almost panicked but didn’t dare move. Besides, it felt so, so good.
She stirred. She was going to wake up and catch him pressing against her. Any second now.
She moved against him, rubbing her butt against his cock, and he sighed again.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Why?” she asked, just as quietly.
“Well, because.”
“Because you’ve got an erection? Don’t be. It feels nice.”
“Nice?” he asked, not comprehending.
“Samuel,” she said quietly, still rubbing against him lightly, still her back towards him. “Would you make love with me?”
“What?” he said weakly. His cock twisted against her. She turned her head a little so that his nose got closer to her ear.
“Well, I… this is a little embarrassing. But I kinda want you. And I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to date and take weeks to get to it. I mean I wouldn’t mind dating you, but I would really want to just skip all that and have you right now. But please say no if you don’t wanna. Some people think men always want it, but it’s okay not to, you know.”
She had stopped her grind, and just waited for his answer. Was this some sort of a joke? It didn’t feel like a joke.
He wanted nothing in life more than to make love to her right now.
“Uh… I really, really do want to make love to you,” he said sincerely. “But are you still sick? I think you’re a bit warm, still.”