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Serial - My Wasteland Angel Part 15
🕑 Added 2018-06-21 21:49:46 +0000 UTC Very gradually I feel her start to steady herself. The weeping subsiding, her breathing becoming more regular, her little hands becoming less grasping and more gently caressing. She sniffles and wipes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She doesn't move to leave me though. Moving her head down she rests her cheek on the top of my large supple breast. I continue holding her soft slender body to mine.I whisper to her. “Gabby brave. Gabby strong. Gabby...grmm...good woman.”
She says nothing back, happy to just be held for the moment. Though her tears are long gone I continue to keep my arms around her and she makes no move to leave. She felt so good against me that I would stay here all day if she wanted me to. We must have sat like that for half an hour at least. Happily I watch the clouds drift overhead. She remains quiet, allowing herself to savor this extended moment to feel safe and secure in my arms. I know I should be keeping a better lookout, but this was too good not to give myself over to it.
I feel her shift her weight. At first thinking she was pulling away I loosen my embrace to allow her to go, instead she only cuddles up closer. She takes my slackening arm and pulls it against her like one might do with a blanket on a cold night. I hold her tight once more. I then hear more than feel...a kiss. A small gentle reluctant kiss to my chest, I barely sense such was it's gentleness and as she gave it to me on my shirt. I feel her tense up with a nervous energy as she awaits my response. She had awoken my passions but I force myself to take this slow, to let her take things at her own pace. Leaning down I give her a soft kiss to the top of her head. I feel her breath pick up, her tense nerves only rising. I feel another light kiss. This one now on the bare skin of my shoulder. She follows it with another one.
Gabriela's thin fingers begin absently feeling my six pack through the tight tank top. Her hand moves up to my muscled forearm. Her fingers now trace along the valleys between the solid strands of muscle, once more I regret the ugly tat staining my skin in that area. I hear her in the most quiet of whispers say. “So soft.” She continues tracing the tips of her delicate digits up and down, next moving up to my thick bicep. She feels it, squeezes it lightly, caresses her palm along the side. It was not hard to sense the change in the way she was touching me. She was admiring me, checking me out, feeling me in a more sensual manner. She takes sharp breath in through her nose and I feel her press into me in a different way than before. Not holding me for emotional support like before, this time her chest and hips doing more of the pressing.
She takes a long slow deep breath then says in a voice just a touch louder than a whisper. “You're...very...beautiful Willow. Um...I...um...I mean...” She swallows hard. “...for a woman...you, um...um...” She turns her head, her chocolate brown eyes slowly rising to meet mine. I see the suggestion in her eyes, the offer she was making to me now. She was offering me her body. But I also see a deep seated guilt and a wounded exposed soul. Her voice trails off as we stare into one another.
She licks her lips then reaches up with an uncertain hand. The soft pads of her fingers strokes my cheek. With my good hand I caress the side of her head, ending the stroke by lightly pinching her velvety little earlobe between my finger and thumb. Her delicate finger tips run softly across my full wide lips, she pushes against the sides of my mouth where she could feel my lower tusks within, she runs her fingers down along my flat wide nose, then up along my eyebrows, and then up a scar I had that intersected the left eyebrow. Her wide curious eyes dart around my face, taking in every detail of my female Orcish face. To a male eye I knew I was a handsome woman, not pretty like Gabby per se but I had attractive symmetrical features. Large clear amber colored eyes, defined cheek bones, a lean toned body; I definitely got looks from the opposite gender...at least until they learn of my mutation. I wonder how I look to her. Was I hideous? Was I beautiful? She said I was beautiful, but I could see she was in a vulnerable state right now. There was as much uncertainty as there was passion in her dark inviting gaze.
Cupping her delicate cheek in my hand I slowly pull her toward me. I feel resistance, I feel as she forces herself toward me. We kiss. Sweet, tender, and gentle. The feel of her body close to mine, her lips pressed lightly to mine, her smell and soft skin. She was simply intoxicating. And I feel her tremble. I feel her breath catch, her breathing shallow and nervous. I lean back to look at her once more.
I see again, she was in such a very vulnerable state. I could see it in her unsure face and feel in her hesitant hands. She wasn't thinking straight right now. She had finally found a connection with someone. Someone she knew was interested in her sexually. She wanted to strengthen that bond however she could. Even if it meant...
I take a long steadying breath. This wasn't the time. In such a sensitive moment, her pain so close to the surface, now wasn't the time for this. I didn't want her to do anything that she would regret later, as much as I desperately wanted to do something with her now.
Reaching up I lightly run my fingers through her short dark hair. “You okay?” I whisper. There was an earnestness to my words that let her know I was genuinely asking. Out of heartfelt concern and friendship.
Looking into my steady empathetic eyes I see the question break her tenuous grip on the sensual offer. The tears well up once more. Biting her bottom lip to keep it from trembling she shakes her head no. In a tiny fragile voice she say. “No...I'm not.”
I take her into an encompassing embrace once more. “Shhhh...it's okay...it's okay.” I soothe. Once more I hold her tight as another round of weeping takes hold of her, body and soul. My poor little angel. How I wished I could carry some of her burden for her. Once again I hold her for as long as she needed me to.
Finally, after a shorter time this time around, she settles again. I say in the croaking rasp that was my voice. “I...won't leave you. Grrmmm...until you're...safe.” I assure her. “I'll...grrrmmm...be good. I'll try.”
She pulls back from me. Sitting back and wiping the tears from her eyes. I could see some embarrassment to her downcast eyes. Embarrassed by the outburst as well as the non-verbal offer she'd made a short time ago. “Whoo...thank you Willow. I'm sorry. Whooo...It's just...it's been a long time since I had someone. Anyone.”
I smile warmly and nod my understanding. “Me too.” I say. I may have had a gang at my back all these years but real connections had been scarce. She smiles back and takes my good hand in both of hers and squeezes it hard. She was happy, she was thankful, and she was grateful for what I had done. I may not have gotten to experience the fleshly pleasures of my beautiful savior, but my refusal during her weak moment had forged a connection of trust between us.
She takes another moment to collect herself. She wipes her eyes, combs her hair with her fingers, straightens her clothes and takes another few long intakes of breath followed by sharp sudden exhales. She closes her eyes and whispers a short prayers. I hear distinctly the words. “...forgive me...” in it.
She looks up with a much more calm and confident look to her. She sniffles, wipes her nose, and points out to the woods beyond. “Hey, think it's safe yet?”
I nod. I hadn't heard another sound or seen any sign of another person since I came out here to keep watch. “I think...safe. But...be careful...stay together.”
Gabby grins and nods eagerly. “Definitely.” She stands up and dusts off the dirt from her knees and butt. Then she dusts her hands off with growing determination. “Okay, lots to do.” She reaches down and helps me to my feet. “We've had breakfast, had a drink, and you're walking around a lot better than expected.”
“Mmm...orc tough.” I grunt.
She nods. “Must be all those orc delicacies you eat.” She says with teasing eyes.
“Mmm, tasty.” I go to reach up to pick my nose once more.
She grabs my hand in hers to stop me. “Ewww, stop! I can't believe I kissed that mouth!” She giggles. She glances bashfully up at me, a subtle blush coloring her tanned cheeks.
I smile and swear I feel a little rush of blood to my cheeks as well. We enjoy a brief moment to acknowledge the fact that we'd kissed. She finally shakes her head.
“Anyways, if you want a gun so bad I did see one. Just before I got attacked by the rat.” She points at the rod in my hand. “Think you can hold it off while I get the gat.”
I nod but also look at her curiously. “Gat?”
She laughs. “Yeah, remember in the book? He called a gun a gat.” She laughs again and swats my arm playfully. “Were you even listening when I read it to you?”
I say with a sly wink. “Distracted.”
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. She then waves me to follow along as she quietly makes her way along the edge of the trash heap. She goes into a stealthy crouch, her alert eyes darting too and fro for potential dangers. I stand and admire her small lithe body as she sneaks up ahead.
She finally turns and impatiently waves me to follow once more. Using my spear-cane for support I walk softly and carefully in behind her as we set out to find a proper weapon.
