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[february]
Jan. 10th, 2017 04:16 pmAlthough she still tries to be careful about not spending too many nights away from home, the fact that she doesn't have to head to early morning classes any longer paired with the fact that Curtis usually works later have combined to make it so Beth finds herself reluctant to leave some nights, knowing that if she stays she gets to wake up like this.
She's warm and comfortable, and even without opening her eyes she can tell Curtis is still asleep, his breathing slow and steady, his fingers occasionally twitching against her hip where his hand had ended up at some point during the night. He's dreaming, she thinks, and she finds herself wondering what he's seeing behind his closed eyes. If he's dreaming of the train, something from his past, something nice from the future, or something completely absurd, like most of her dreams tend to be. There had been a very nice dream or two about Curtis before they'd kissed at Kagura that second time, but for the most part her dreams seem to be nonsense.
It doesn't matter really, not when waking up is the best part lately. Or the second best part, anyway, because she's pretty fond of everything that happens before they fall asleep, too.
Without opening her eyes, she burrows a little closer, pressing her nose against his shoulder. She knows she should just let him sleep, especially when she opens her eyes and looks at him, his brow smooth and unfurrowed. Her hand lifts almost against her will, but she can't help herself, and she reaches up, smoothing her fingers across his forehead, running her thumb against his eyebrow, then down the ridge of his cheekbone. It's only when she reaches the corner of his mouth she really looks at her hand.
And it isn't her hand.
Without thinking, Beth shrieks and shoves herself backward, toppling over the edge of the bed and onto the floor with a crash. The comforter stays on the bed, but the sheet comes with her, tangled around her legs -- muscular, hairy legs -- and she catches sight of everything else that's changed as she sprawls on the floor and she can't think. She can't do anything. All she can do is lie there half tangled in a sheet, mostly naked, and stare at her new penis.
She's warm and comfortable, and even without opening her eyes she can tell Curtis is still asleep, his breathing slow and steady, his fingers occasionally twitching against her hip where his hand had ended up at some point during the night. He's dreaming, she thinks, and she finds herself wondering what he's seeing behind his closed eyes. If he's dreaming of the train, something from his past, something nice from the future, or something completely absurd, like most of her dreams tend to be. There had been a very nice dream or two about Curtis before they'd kissed at Kagura that second time, but for the most part her dreams seem to be nonsense.
It doesn't matter really, not when waking up is the best part lately. Or the second best part, anyway, because she's pretty fond of everything that happens before they fall asleep, too.
Without opening her eyes, she burrows a little closer, pressing her nose against his shoulder. She knows she should just let him sleep, especially when she opens her eyes and looks at him, his brow smooth and unfurrowed. Her hand lifts almost against her will, but she can't help herself, and she reaches up, smoothing her fingers across his forehead, running her thumb against his eyebrow, then down the ridge of his cheekbone. It's only when she reaches the corner of his mouth she really looks at her hand.
And it isn't her hand.
Without thinking, Beth shrieks and shoves herself backward, toppling over the edge of the bed and onto the floor with a crash. The comforter stays on the bed, but the sheet comes with her, tangled around her legs -- muscular, hairy legs -- and she catches sight of everything else that's changed as she sprawls on the floor and she can't think. She can't do anything. All she can do is lie there half tangled in a sheet, mostly naked, and stare at her new penis.
