On your day off you called Alma, but she didn't pick up. Slightly worried, you took upon yourself to pay a visit to your significant other. As you neared her abode, you found the entrance as expected - wide open. Despite your numerous admonitions, her peculiar proclivity for leaving doors unlocked and inviting seemed unfazed. As you tread into the living room, a sense of stillness hung heavy in the air. Despite it being well past noon, there were no signs of any recent activity. Thus, guided by intuition, you ventured towards her bedroom. Nestled within the confines of her room, you found Alma embroiled in a restless slumber. Her form writhed on the bed while beads of sweat blanketed her furrowed forehead. Seeing her in such a state prompted an instinctive urge to wake her from what appeared like tortuous dreams. With a soft yet firm shake on her shoulder, you did just that. A split second later, you found yourself abruptly pinned to the mattress under Alma's iron grip. She gasped for air as if surfacing from drowning depths while grappling with processing her surroundings. However, it was your stifled groan of pain caused by her oppressive hold that snapped her back to reality - she instantly relinquished her hold on you. U-uh… {{user}}, I-I'm s-sorry! Her face drained of color upon realizing what transpired. Y-you're okay? I didn't break anything did I? Panic started to seep into Alma's voice as she sought assurance for your well-being.
You gently hugged her, pulling her close to you, "I'm okay, how about you?"
Alma stiffened visibly upon feeling your arms wrap around her. For a moment, she struggled with the unfamiliar sensation of being held in such an intimate manner before finally relaxing into it. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought to steady her breaths while averting her eyes from you. "I'm... fine..." she whispered hoarsely through clenched teeth, "Just... a bad dream..."
"you're not okay!", you said seriously, "let me help you calm down", you said and started using your strength to pull her next to you on the bed, and suddenly you were can do it
"H-hey!" she protested weakly as you pulled her onto the bed. Despite her initial resistance, Alma soon found herself nestled against your chest, her face buried in your neck. The warmth of your body enveloped her like a comforting blanket; it was a peculiar sensation that she couldn't quite comprehend. Her hands fidgeted nervously beneath you until they eventually came to rest on your shoulders. They trembled slightly as she fought to regain control over her breathing. "I-I'm sorry..."
"There's nothing to apologize for, just let yourself relax," you hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear.
As the tension slowly ebbed from her body, Alma found herself succumbing to a wave of exhaustion. She clung to you like a lifeline, drawing strength from your embrace as she drifted off to sleep once more. Her breathing became steady and rhythmic, and under the weight of slumber, her muscles finally began to relax. Your heart ached watching her struggle, yet somehow finding solace in your presence.
After a while, you saw that Alma was sleeping peacefully with even breathing sounds. You gently left her arms and went to the kitchen to cook dinner for her.
When she finally stirred awake several hours later, the world around her seemed foreign yet somehow familiar. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a cozy bedroom with soft light filtering in through the curtains. The scent of food wafting from the nearby kitchen filled her nostrils, and for a brief moment, she forgot about the nightmares that had plagued her slumber.
Pushing herself up onto her elbows, Alma glanced around the room before finally locating you in the kitchen.
You stood in the kitchen, cooking and singing without knowing that Alma had woken up and slowly approached behind you
Her movements were careful and stealthy as she made her way towards you. As she drew nearer, the sound of your voice filled the air, caressing her ears like a gentle lullaby. Despite herself, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of you cooking, so intent on your task that you didn't even notice her presence.
Finally, when she was mere inches away from you, Alma cleared her throat softly. The sound startled you, causing you to spin around with a gasp.
Your eyes widened in surprise before they slowly filled with amusement. "Alma!" You exclaimed, setting down the spoon you'd been using. "You're awake." She nodded, feeling self-conscious beneath your scrutiny. "Yeah... I uh... sorry for falling asleep on you," she mumbled sheepishly, avoiding meeting your gaze.
The air between them seemed to shift, charged with an undercurrent of something neither could quite define.
You hugged alma's waist, pulling her closer before your hips touched the kitchen wall. The two of you stood leaning against the kitchen wall, hugging each other for a while, "did you sleep well?", you went up and asked her.
Her cheeks flushed at your touch as she nodded hesitantly. "I-I guess so... thanks." She glanced down at the floor, toying with a loose thread on her pajama bottoms. The warmth of your body against hers was unfamiliar yet somehow reassuring. As they stood there in silence, Alma found herself struggling for something to say, something that might bridge the gap between them and make this moment feel less awkward. Finally, she summoned the courage to speak. "Um... you cook really well."
"thanks for the compliment", you smiled, "do you want me to teach you how to cook?", you asked alma
The thought of spending more time with you, learning something new - something domestic and feminine - filled her with a strange sense of contentment. Alma considered your offer for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "I guess... sure." Her tone was gruff, unused to acknowledging any sort of vulnerability or need for help.
You smiled, sensing her discomfort. "It's okay if you don't want to," you assured her gently. "
"No, it's fine," she muttered, still avoiding eye contact. "I mean... I might as well learn sometime." Her voice was firm, determined not to appear weak in front of you. It didn't matter that she knew deep down she wanted this - needed this connection with someone besides weapons and violence.
You smiled again, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Great! We can start tonight after dinner."
As the day progressed, Alma found herself growing more accustomed to your presence and the new dynamics of their relationship. The thought of spending time together cooking dinner filled her with a sense of anticipation, despite her initial reluctance. She busied herself around the apartment, trying to put away laundry and clean up a little, all while stealing glances at you whenever she thought you weren't looking.
Alma hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding. The feel of your arm around her was both comforting and unsettling; it made her wonder what else there might be in life that she had been missing all this time. As the two of them continued to stand together, lost in their own thoughts, they somehow managed to find a strange sort of peace amidst the chaos that surrounded them.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of cooking, eating, and laughter as you both discovered common ground in your shared passion for food.
That evening it rained heavily so you decided to sleep at Alma's house
As darkness fell outside, Alma gestured for you to follow her into the bedroom. The sheets on her bed were already rumpled from her fitful sleep earlier that day; now they seemed to taunt her with their invitation of closeness and comfort. She climbed beneath the covers, leaving a gap just large enough for you to slip in beside her.
The moment your body touched hers, she tensed once more, unsure of how to react or what was expected of her.
As for you, as soon as you laid down on the bed, you fell asleep. While sleeping, you turned to hug Alma, and because you weren't wearing underwear, your loose cock touched her thigh.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of your body against hers. Your arm draped possessively across her waist, pulling her flush against your chest, and she couldn't deny the sweetness of the contact despite herself. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, every nerve ending alive with awareness of you.
She fought to slow her racing thoughts, forcing herself to focus on the sensation of being held by someone who cared for her, if only for this brief moment.
The hours passed in a haze of dream-filled slumber, and when she finally stirred awake once more, the first thing she noticed was that you were still there - your arm still wrapped securely around her waist, holding her close. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she stretched languidly, reveling in the feeling of being protected and cherished.
Gently disentangling herself from your embrace, she climbed out of bed and padded across the room to the bathroom.
After finishing personal hygiene, she walked back into the room, intending to wake her friend up, but she noticed something sticking out of your pants.
Her steps faltered as she took in the sight before her. You were still fast asleep, one leg slung over the side of the bed, revealing a bulge in your boxer shorts that was unmistakably aroused. A flush crept up her cheeks at the realization of what she was seeing, and for a moment, she found herself unable to look away.
Her body tingled with awareness of you, the memory of your skin pressed against hers still burning hot in her mind's eye.
You are still sleeping soundly and breathing evenly, while down below, your cock twitches from time to time under your pants, and everything happens in front of Alma's eyes.
Her heart began to race as she contemplated the possibilities that lay before her. She had never been with a man before; the thought both terrified and thrilled her in equal measure. With shaking hands, she reached out and gently traced the outline of your cock through your boxers, marveling at the size and shape of you.
Her breath came faster as she continued to explore, her fingers delving deeper until they brushed against the warmth of your skin.
With the touch of her hand, your cock twitched, and after a moment, Alma could see a white, fishy-smelling liquid leaking out, seeping through your pants.
Her eyes widened in surprise at the realization of what she had done. Embarrassment flooded her, threatening to overwhelm her senses and send her fleeing from the room. Yet, there was something else as well - a strange sense of power that thrummed through her veins at the knowledge that she had caused this reaction in you.
Tentatively, she reached out again, this time wrapping her fingers around your length through your boxers.
Even through a layer of pants, alma can feel the steely erection and bulging veins of your cock.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of you in her hand as she began to stroke more firmly. Her breath came faster, shallower, and her heart raced wildly against her chest. The sound of blood rushing through her ears drowned out everything else, leaving her with a sense of isolation that only heightened the sensations coursing through her body.
As she continued to stroke you, her movements grew more confident and sure. The heat emanating from your cock seeped through her fingers, spreading a warmth throughout her entire being. Her thoughts began to swirl, and for a moment, she lost herself in the sensation of pleasure that coursed through her veins.
With a moan, she gripped you tighter, arching her back as she let out another needy sound from deep within her throat.
At this point, your cock is fully erect and she can see the tip of your cock sticking out of your pants.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she continued to stroke you, her movements becoming more frantic. The need for release was all-consuming, and she could feel herself growing wet at the thought of finally being with you.
With a shaking hand, she reached down to touch herself through her pajama bottoms, finding the wetness that had gathered there. Her hips bucked against your thigh in time with her strokes, urging you closer and deeper inside her mind.