Resisting her
I'm soo fucking tired. I just wanna go home and relax. Relax in her arms , in her presence . "Fuck!!!", I groan at the frustration making my headache worse.
I throw my car in parking and nearly break the door in my haste. I'm soo done with this day. It was soo hectic at the hospital and now I have to pretend I don't want to kiss her senseless. A longing sigh makes its way out of my lips as my brain flashes a montage of her smile , her laughter , her twinkling mischievous eyes. Everything about her makes me fall harder for her every single day.
"I'm soo screwed. I shouldn't be thinking like this if I don't want to ruin everything!", I mumble under my breath as I unlock the door of our shared apartment.
"Fuucckkk!!!", I hiss , closing my eyes shut immediately to compose myself. My roommate/bestie/crush is sitting on the kitchen island enjoying a bowl full of strawberries , wearing my baggy shirt and probably some panties . Her white coat and stethoscope are sitting beside her , almost dangling off the island.
She's soo busy enjoying those damn strawberries and making soft , happy sounds that she doesn't even notice me entering the apartment.
I allow myself to take one long hungry look at her smooth artistically toned legs and then I turn my head around.
"Hiii!!!! You're back!! Welcome home lubimaya!!", she exclaims merrily from her seat when she hears the door shut and lifts her head to see me standing near the door.
I turn around upon her admission to see her skipping towards me as she pulls me into a warm , fuzzy hug. She wraps her arms around my neck , taking all my stress away , while I wrap mine around the small of her back. I drop my head in the crook of her neck to inhale her coconut and peach scent as discretely as possible. Her soft brown waves tickle my nose and a huge smile breaks free on my face.
"You're home early , malyshka.", I say , tightening my arms around her , almost crushing her.
"You're home early too detka.", she replies with sass dripping from her tone.
I lift my head and gaze at her face. She grins at me with a sassy smirk dancing on her face .
I cock my eyebrow at her and murmur near the shell of her ear,
"When did I give you the permission to use my shirts as your sleep suits??? Huh??!"
She giggles and pulls me closer. A sigh of content leaves my lips. This is the exact moment which makes me wanna get up and go to work every single day. Coming back home to this gorgeous angel sometimes feels like a dream.
I crave for the hug that she gives me every time I come back from work , I'm obsessed with that perfume she wears which makes me wanna take a bite out of the supple skin of her neck. I sigh again ; frustration making it turn almost into a growl , causing the top of her hair to flutter.
She rubs my shoulders softly , her expression turning serious. "What happened lubimaya? Why are your shoulders soo tense?", she asks her voice laced with concern.
"Nothing malyshka...", I breath out , pulling her closer. My brain scrambles at the realization of her not wearing a bra.
"Don't be sappy. Come on!!! I'll give you a shoulder massage. Go have a shower!", she offers , breaking our hug , looking at me expectantly . Emptiness immediately surrounds me when she takes a step back. I divert my gaze and my face morphs into a frown.
"How can I miss her soo much when she's standing right in front of me??", My heart asks my brain.
"What's with the long face detka?", she asks eying my face suspiciously.
I glance back at her and my eyes automatically roam the length of her face stopping at their favourite spot , her rosy , strawberry stained lips. Not allowing myself to stare at her legs was a battle already but forcing myself to meet her gaze is nearly death for me . I rip my eyes away from her lips and look back at her eyes , fearing that the guilt I'm feeling inside about betraying her trust and my feelings for her might be evident on my face .
"Nothing princess. Im just tired. And I need to cook something first before I shower because the minute the hot water touches my back ima fall asleep.", I tell her while moving her coat and stethoscope up on the island .
She looks at me with that famous knot between her eyebrows making her look like an angry kitten.
"I don't like when this forms , princess", I say while moving closer and rubbing the knot away with the pad of my thumb.
"Well, you make me worry too much!! You work too much and you don't take care of yourself and...."
"I'm alright! I'll go have a shower. Ok princess? Is the massage a promise??", I ask her , interrupting her rant and staring at her pretty brown eyes which are closed in slender angry slits right now , with a lazy grin spreading on my face .
"Go!!!", she chuckles, pushing me towards my bedroom.
I move towards the room smiling like a fool. Aaaaaaahhh!!!!!! She plays with my heart like a double bass , tugging at my heart strings , making me sing new notes for her every day.
I've had a crush on her since we were in college. Fate played it's fair share of games until it took mercy on me and we finally found eachother again at the hospital , her working as a cardiac surgeon and me as a staff nurse in the ER . After an accidental fire and a break-in we decided to live together . A safer choice in my opinion.
Every single day in this apartment with her feels like torture. Being close to her yet not being able to hug her , kiss her or hold her the way I want to makes me want to scream in frustration.
My thoughts riddled , I step in the washroom . I remove my scrubs and undergarments and jump in the shower. The hot water rains down on me making all my stress and frustration wash away. I roll my tense shoulders , trying to ease the pain somehow.
I stand under the shower absentmindedly , thinking of her , when my gaze stops at her peach and coconut scented body wash. Mischief makes my body tingle and I grab her body wash. I lather my loofah with her body wash and relish in the cloud of fragrance which envelopes me.
I exit the bathroom after my shower , wrapped in my purple bathrobe. I smell like her and the thought makes me giddy with happiness. The moments we've spent together spin in front of my eyes like a hazy dream.
"Fuuuuuck!!!! I can not live like this", I whisper yell , resting my head against my wardrobe door. With a bittersweet smile plastered on my face I change into my soft PJ's and come out of the room.
"LAYLA!!!!!", she screams with a strawberry in her hand , mid-air, almost making its way towards those pouty lips .
" How many times do I have to tell you to blow-dry your hair after every shower??! You're gonna catch a cold!!", she yells at me angrily , immediately shoving the strawberry in her mouth and running to her room.
I stand there , smiling like a buffoon. I love this. I love how she cares for me and comforts me. "I love her", my heart murmurs , making me blush at the bold declaration.
"You're soo stubborn lubimaya!!", she mumbles under her breath as she returns in the living room , holding the blow-dryer in one hand while her other hand rests on her waist. Her soft, pink lips are in an angry pout.....
"Stop thinking about her lips'!!!!", I yell in my head .
She moves closer to me and looks at me with angry eyes . Those eyes make her look like a distressed bunny. I can barely contain the smirk that's about to break free on my face when she wraps her hand around my wrist and pulls me towards our blue velvet sofa.
Goosebumps spread across my body erupting from my wrist where she's holding onto me. Her soft hand wrapped around my wrist makes me swallow a sound which most certainly would ruin everything.
She makes me sit on the sofa and stands behind me . She's about to plug the blow-dryer in when I feel her bend down and bury her face in my neck. My heart skips several beats while my breath catches in my throat. I can hear my heart beat in my ears. She takes a huge sniff and exhales warm breath on my neck making my body shiver .
"Why do you smell like my body wash?", she asks , her voice filled with suspicion.
"I don't know!", I reply innocently , smiling widely at my lap . She takes few steps and stands in front of me.
"Oh you don't know!! Strange??", she gasps sarcastically as she lifts my head by placing her pointer finger under my chin .
"Yeah! Soo strange! Just like my shirts missing from my closet. And then they magically reappear on your body! Right??!", I ask her , leveling her sarcasm with my response , a smirk tugging at my lips. I look into her sparkling eyes and see them glint with mischief .
"I know right!!! I think there are goblins in this house.", she whispers soo seriously , looking left and right as if to make sure those goblins don't hear us that laughter bursts out of me. She gives me a cheeky smile and goes back to stand behind me.
Soft , uncontrollable moans fall from my lips at the sensation of her fingers brushing through my hair as she blow-drys them .
"Lubimaya , you're a cat!! Aren't you?? You love your scratchies. Don't you?!!", She teases while softly scratching my nape and then my scalp. Needy shivers rip through my body as a silent gasp rolls from my lips .
"Look at you!! You're shivering! You're gonna catch a cold now!", she states with an exasperated tone , misinterpreting my reaction . I can feel her angry gaze burning holes in the back of my head .
"You're soo stubborn detka!!! You make me soo worried!", she grumbles.
I know if I turn around right now I'll catch a glimpse of her angry pouty pink lips and the thought makes me melt . She rubs my nape again , more softly than before , eliciting breathy moans , making me clamp my thighs together tightly. My close fisted hands rest in my lap ,my brain scared of them doing something irreparable.
"Fuck it!!!! Consequences be damned . I'm getting my kiss tonight!!", my heart rebels against me with angry enthusiasm.
She finishes up blow-drying my hair and sits down beside me. She gently tucks the curtain of my hair behind my ear , a worried expression marring her angelic features. She moves her hand and takes hold of mine . She squeezes my palm making me look her in those chocolate eyes. Those eyes hold soo much depth and such care that my breath gets stuck in my throat . She rubs her thumb over my knuckles making warmth unfurl around me . The tip of her tongue pokes out and swipes against her lower lip , wetting it. My eyes follow her every movement , my soul greedy for her attention. My own throat feels parched , my lips dry , thirsty for her . Her soft features and caring manner help me in nothing but weaken my resolve more. She finds something in my expression because her gaze softens and she smiles at me. The last straw of my resolve burns away and insatiable hunger takes its place .
"What's wrong detka? You're awfully quiet. Is everythi...."
Unable to control myself I lean forward and interrupt her by placing my lips on hers.
