Shy (Richie, Fauve)

[Lovely]

October 2, 2008
morning
Veinna Estate - Richie's rooms

The door closed as the tumbleweeds of children rolled out the door in a ball of relative chaos. Richie groaned quietly and burrowed under his pillow, trying not to laugh. "I am soo sorry. I thought I locked the door. I must have forgotten when they brought up the tray," he murmured, muffled under the goose down.

She chuckled, rolling halfway over to glance at him. She reached and tugged the pillow. "Good looking kids..."

"Yeah... their mother gets that credit," he sighed gently, peeking out to make sure wasn't upset.

An eyebrow arched at him as she settled to leaning on an arm. "I have no idea what their mother looks like... But thier father is pretty nice on the eyes.. and I think he gets some credit for his kids good looks."

Pale, ice colored eyes stared out from a briefly shy expression as he moved the pillow away. He glanced at her as his attention was diverted to fluffing and propping, "Thanks... wow... guess it has been a while."

"What's been awhile?" Her eyes moved slowly over his face, watching his expression, with a soft smile.

"Someone seeing me behind them. I'm usually just the car-keys. People don't tend to notice me much.. much less say anything. The compliment... um.. thanks."

"Just truth... " She shrugged. "You're welcome." She rested back on the pillows with a quiet sigh. "They always get up this early? And is it normal for them to come in.. or do you think they heard someone was in here?"

"Not really, thanks again, yes... damnit... yes again... damnit again... and probably... in that order," he smiled. "They're kids... wait.. no they're not, they're teenagers... they do that. But, if that's the worse they ever do, I'm really not complaining. That's not their worst, by the way."

She blinked and stared at him for a moment and then slowly nodded, sorting and making sense of what he'd said. "You... they mean the world to you." She smiled, her eyes sparkling. "It's really cute.. how you get when you talk about them."

His smile tipped into an embarrassed grin. "Yeah, I guess they do," he mused, looking at the door, half-expecting to see them still there. "It's not cute, really. But this place, if you stick around a while, you'll see is all about family. Those kids mean the world to everyone in this house."

Her smile faltered and faded a little, but remained, soft and pretty. "That must be something... all about family and all.." Her eyes cast about the room and then came back to him. "It is cute." She insisted softly, with a wink.

"What?" He asked softly, noting the slight change in her expression.

"You.. about the kids.. and your family.. it's cute. All proud and shy at once.."

"That's just me, I guess," he shrugged lightly, settling comfortably into his pillow again, his arm curled underneath it. "The shy one.. if you can believe it."

[Lovely]

"You don't seem very shy... At least you haven't been with me.. of course extenuating circumstance could be credited for that.."

"How do you figure?" His brow knotted a little. "I'm in my space here... you know.. Richie's world.. so I'm okay with that. Get me out that door... it's a different story."

She nodded and glanced to the door. "I can understand that.." Her voice remained soft, her eyes moved around the room, taking in his world a little more. "You don't like to go out much then?"

"No, I love it out there," he smiled. "It's just different is all. And I said 'shy', not 'stupid'..." He grinned boyishly, reaching to kiss her softly.

Her lips were soft and parted slightly as he kissed her. "I'm not sure what you mean by the last bit.. but I like how you make your point." She whispered.

"You...," he murmured. "I'm not shy around you and damned if I can tell why... maybe whatever they did... not like they haven't taken a few gallons from me over the years to see what makes me tick. And... I'm ticking." His voice went soft again as he looked her over, reaching for another kiss.

"Then I like the way you tick, too.."She murmured, as his lips left hers. She reached to pull him back, her own kiss a bit shy, but very sweet.

"Mmm... you know what... if we keep doing that I may do something I might regret later," he chuckled softly, curling warmly and snugly to her.

Her fingers played over his arm, cool against his skin. "I wouldn't want you to do anything, you would regret.."

"I said might," he grinned. "Only as a warning.. and I didn't say it would stop me." The chills her light touch sent through him were evident, his suggestions being very clear.

"Warn me?" She shook her head and continued to play over his skin with light deft fingers. "Are you going to take the chance?" Her lips brushed over his neck as her body curled and fitted along his. Her eyes, if he saw them, now held a bit of invitation as she'd just made the decision within herself to go as far as it was going.

"I'll leave that up to you," he whispered, craning as she kissed his neck. He turned gently, pulling her so he could slide beneath to let her blanket him, both hands on her shoulders, moving to her back to lace and warm her.

She frowned and kissed his neck once more. "Then I guess no.. I won't make that choice... and then have you regret it later." She sighed and kissed his cheek, moving to push away and off of him.

"Pssst... hey... what if I said I wouldn't regret it? Because honestly, I know I won't," he whispered, catching her shoulder gently. "You do know it's just a figure of speech, right? I mean I could just say what I really mean and tell you that I want to... but didn't want to embarrass either one of us by saying so..."

[Lovely]

Pausing as he caught her shoulder she looked back at him. "You should just say what you mean... things are less confusing that way." She said softly, looking to his eyes, feeling a tad unsure of what to do. "Are you embarrassed by wanting to?"

"Well, now.. see? That's the shy part taking over. No, not embarrassed by wanting to, just...," he stammered, looking at her eyes as she weighed the idea. "Come here," he nodded her back to nestle on top of him, pulling her back to stop conversation and just act on instinct.

She hesitated, still thinking he was unsure... shouldn't she be the one who was unsure? She smiled softly, letting her gaze meet his for a moment. She dipped to kiss him, as sweet and soft as her smile had been.

"Better," he sighed, letting his fingers glide lightly down her back. He adjusted the cover around them to keep the chills to just what his fingers delivered.

She propped one arm to hold herself up, on the bed next to his head. Her gaze flickering over his face, the soft smile still present. He was.. so nice.. but there was something more about him... she couldn't quite place it. She was attracted to him, where she normally didn't bother herself with men. Her lips tickled over his neck and the top of his shoulder, she was curious and enjoyed that he responded to her light touch and let her gently explore.

Shuttering his eyes, he craned gently to the attentions more. His attention diverted briefly to the remote, his fingers grasping for it without allowing himself to move away from her, tapping the volume up a little to sweet background sounds. He shrugged, grinning his shy grin again, "The music was nice."

She lifted her head and looked at him. "If you'd rather just listen to the music..." She shrugged, teasing him with a small smile. She'd smiled more in the past less than a day, with him, than she had in two years!

"I'm just a music kinda guy, I'm sorry," he grinned, his eyes opening only for the moment to shine like his smile. He shook his head, "Helps me think... or not think.. or whatever. I can't really explain, but I focus on the music and it helps me focus on the more important things more."

Her lips passed over his nipple, with a flicker of her tongue and a gentle grasp of her teeth, she played with it. "mmm... if you like it..." She tipped her head to smile, her dark eyes, bright. "I like it.. "

A groan, a whisper, floated from him. "What are you doing to me?" The question was nearly silent and awed as he returned the gaze and watched her explore.

Her tongue and lips brushed and puckered against his flesh, gently tasting him and savoring his reactions. Slowly she was growing more bold, one hand came to run over him, tracing along the slight ripples of his abdomen and down his navel.

He wasn't an olympian by any means, but he was strong enough to be tight and lean, each ripple quivering slightly. She proceeded lower and his breath caught, anticipating how she might try to delight him next.

Her fingers brushed lower, encouraged by his reactions. Whispering over his rod, with finger tips and lowering her kisses to abs, slowly following down. Her fingers ran down then up over him, her eyes lifting and a softly spoken. "Is this okay?" Her lips brushing against shaft, near his tip, bestowing a light kiss.