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The Pussy Whisper
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Michael argued with Ally about leaving the damp shirt on, but did not want to upset her anymore, so he gave in and let her keep it on. As she was hanging his clothes up, Michael took the backpack and tied it around the tree. Next he made the small nest that Ally had created bigger and piled up more dead pine needles around them to help insulate them from the cold wet air.
He leaned back against it and waited for Ally to get done. She moved towards him with hesitancy in her movements, he leaned forward as she wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and sat facing him in his lap. She was as stiff as a board when Michael wrapped his arms and the rest of the blankets around them, but eventually settled in with her head resting against his chest.
This was the most intimate position that they had been in before and Michael tried to focus on the things they would need to do to survive the cold night together, rather than the amazing way Ally felt pressed up against his bare chest. He could feel her heart beating against him, at first it was racing, but now it began to slow down as she relaxed. Her damp shirt was still causing him to shiver a bit, but he didn’t say anything for fear of what she might do.
Michael was relaxing against the tree, when Ally asked him about being in love. It was only then that he realized he had called her the wrong name earlier. “Yes, I’m sorry that I called you by her name earlier. Mary and I got caught out in the rain during a picnic after we first started dating. We got drenched to the bone and I guess that memory just came back to me when I first saw you. You two are a lot alike in your drive to overcome and survive, Ally. She had a scar from a breast biopsy and lumpectomy that she was afraid to show me too. She called that boob, gimp. I told her that it should be called lucky, because if she hadn’t found it, I wouldn’t have had the brief time I got with her.”
He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “Love is when you can’t wait to see the other person, being away from them hurts a little. But, they are always with you in your heart, even when they are gone. Love is the small touches that let you know they are there for you and will be there for you no matter what you do. Love is a look across a crowded room that says I can’t wait to be alone with you later. It’s the small kisses that make the rest of the world go away and it is just the two of you for that small moment in time. But most of all, love is opening yourself up to someone completely, in spite of the fact that they could leave you tomorrow and break your heart into a thousand little pieces. Love is risky.”
Michael wrapped his arms around her a little tighter and ignored the cold. His head rested on hers. “I know that may be a sappy answer, but that’s how it felt to me. Not something my SEAL training prepared me for at all!”
He leaned back against it and waited for Ally to get done. She moved towards him with hesitancy in her movements, he leaned forward as she wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and sat facing him in his lap. She was as stiff as a board when Michael wrapped his arms and the rest of the blankets around them, but eventually settled in with her head resting against his chest.
This was the most intimate position that they had been in before and Michael tried to focus on the things they would need to do to survive the cold night together, rather than the amazing way Ally felt pressed up against his bare chest. He could feel her heart beating against him, at first it was racing, but now it began to slow down as she relaxed. Her damp shirt was still causing him to shiver a bit, but he didn’t say anything for fear of what she might do.
Michael was relaxing against the tree, when Ally asked him about being in love. It was only then that he realized he had called her the wrong name earlier. “Yes, I’m sorry that I called you by her name earlier. Mary and I got caught out in the rain during a picnic after we first started dating. We got drenched to the bone and I guess that memory just came back to me when I first saw you. You two are a lot alike in your drive to overcome and survive, Ally. She had a scar from a breast biopsy and lumpectomy that she was afraid to show me too. She called that boob, gimp. I told her that it should be called lucky, because if she hadn’t found it, I wouldn’t have had the brief time I got with her.”
He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “Love is when you can’t wait to see the other person, being away from them hurts a little. But, they are always with you in your heart, even when they are gone. Love is the small touches that let you know they are there for you and will be there for you no matter what you do. Love is a look across a crowded room that says I can’t wait to be alone with you later. It’s the small kisses that make the rest of the world go away and it is just the two of you for that small moment in time. But most of all, love is opening yourself up to someone completely, in spite of the fact that they could leave you tomorrow and break your heart into a thousand little pieces. Love is risky.”
Michael wrapped his arms around her a little tighter and ignored the cold. His head rested on hers. “I know that may be a sappy answer, but that’s how it felt to me. Not something my SEAL training prepared me for at all!”