I stirred sleepily. Stretching, wondering what time it was. There was a strange scratching sound. I slowly followed it, thinking of that silly raccoon again. The sound camer from behind a door. Knocking softly.
I looked away from the window and smiled, "Of course I am, my dear. How was your reading?"
I moved back to the desk, a large, ornate mahogany one and my laptop and multi-computer set-up...
I looked around, nervously.
"I fell asleep. I awoke and thought i heard scratching sounds from in here." Shking my head. "I must have been mistaken. I am sorry to disturb you."
I decide I really need to update my prescription. Wandering off for a quick shower. Changing into jeans, a t-shirt of his I found in the closet and my hiking boots. Not sure what a little walk means to him, but remembering my last one. Smiling at the fear I had felt at being lost. Symbolic of my whole life. He was so new to me, so unfamiliar, yet. He knew my thoughts, my needs, even before I did.
A knock? But this was his place. "Come in" I spoke. Standing as I did, and knocking over the tray. Spilling the last drops of the wine on my shorts, and breaking the glass against the table.
"Oh." Quickly reaching for the glass, and of course nicking a finger in the process.
"I'm fine." As he dashed forward. Just a little cut. Holding it out, then sucking it back into my outh. "I'm sorry about the glass though. Maybe I should have warned you, even with my glasses, I am a klutz, and still quite blind at times."
"Oh, don't worry, it is okay," I stammered a little. "Let's get that cut tended to." I led her to the bathroom, feeling a little uneasy. We ran her hand under the cold water and I examined the cut for excess glass, which there was none. My control was impeccable as we bandaged the cut. I ignored the drooling in my mouth and went back into the room to vacuum up the glass.
All thw while protesting, and noticing his grimace. He must not like blood. I tried to keep it from him, but he was insistant. Odd, a man like him getting queasy over blood. I would remember that. Blood.
Hmm. That remeinded me. When was my period due? Not for another weeek. Fine. My thoughts drifting as I watched him cleaning up my mess, not letting me do it. A fanatic housekeeper? Uh oh. I better change my ways. I had noticed his office was spotless. Luckjy he couldn't see my writing room. A tiny thing crammed with books and stuff. Junk mostly. What was I going to do. I didn't want to leave him, ever. But I couldn't very well stay on.
Then he turned and looked at me again. And all worrisome thoughts poofed away. I smiled and held out my injured finger, without thinking.
"Kiss it and make it better?" Again that look.
"I'm glad," I said, trying not to look at her finger. "I have a spare room that we can set up for your study, if you'd like. It can be a place that's entirely yours, to do with as you please."
There's a glitter in my eyes as I say this.
"Yes, perfect, a sanctum for yourself, a place to mess up and stir up your creative juices. We should get started on that at once!"
I look out the window and then turn back.
"I am fastidious about my place, but I want you to have a place where it does not touch you, and allows you to be yourself."
I stand there, probably looking like a fool.
"What are you saying? You want me here?" Tears start to form. I knew he did, but ... but. Swallowing hard.
"I guess it's just so sudden. Everything. Are you sure? I mean." taking a deep breath. "Yes you are. You are sure of everything aren't you?" Tilting my head back and kissing his lips softly.
"And you make me sure."
"I am sure of everything. I take great pains to make sure things run pretty close to the way I want." I kiss her back. "IT makes things so much easier."
I silently vow to be a better person. A better woman for him. To do as he needs, be what he wants. Then again our eyes meet. I am what he needs.
"Your pervert. Right?" Smiling softly and lightly blushing.
I pull away, laughing.
"How is it you make me feel so shy and nervous and yet. So damn naughty and horny? You make me want to fuck anything that moves, yet blush the whole time."
"I never even used to give sex a second thought, well, okay sometimes. But now, all I can think about is what we have done. And what, what, you could still do." Pausing. Taking his hand. "Thank you for that." Bending over and kissing it.