Dangerous Heart (Completed)

T-shirt

Hawk's POV

My chest felt excited when I found her in the closet with her nose buried deep into my T-shirt. I did not understand why it felt that way. I closed the door, and left her since she felt embarrassed for being caught. So I grabbed my tank, and sweats. Going back to the bathroom I changed. Plopping down I on the bed I stacked my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling.

All the new emotions whirling in my head needed to be solved. I was not thinking straight. Dex was definitely wanting something from Amber. He would not make a move while I was around. I didn't think he was that dumb after the training demo. If I dropped my guard though before he left I suspected he would try to get to Amber. I was not sure what he wanted. I knew it was nothing good.

I heard the door to the closet open, Amber came out with my t-shirt on and what looked her pajama bottoms. Was she gonna sleep in it? Oh boy, that made my whole body tingle not just the downstairs portion.

"Can I sleep in it?" I heard her meek voice speak.

"Ok," I groaned, my whole body having a mini dance.

I watched her little form crawl into the covers of her bed and curl up to her pillow. I groaned internally knowing that damn t-shirt was touching her in places I wanted to. Wait.. I did want to touch her body. I wanted to nibble and lick it to. What was going on? Did men do that with their women? I am sure they did I had heard conversations and ran into things where they were kissing non normal places. So maybe I did want to try those things. Dear gods, what was she doing to me. I liked it but it still threw me way way off.

Looking down I noticed my member was making a tent in my sweats. How did that happen? Oh, probably from thinking about the t-shirt touching her. I reached down to grab it and groaned inwardly as it felt great. Slightly stroking it again and again I realized. My body was building to something. I did not know what it was but stroking it let every pore in my body feel alive and on fire. My hand got faster there and soon I was in a wash of floating. My eyes rolled back in my head as I bit my lip.

I looked over to see, Amber's back still to me and heard her steady breathing. My hand felt wet. So I got up, got new sweats and jumped into the warm water fall that was in the bathroom. Cleaning my self off, I started thinking about how her body would feel against me skin. Again my rod stood up. How many times would it do that? In the shower I closed my eyes as the warmth of the water on it me new sensations. Stroking it again I felt that elated floating feeling. Getting out the shower. I put new sweats on and no shirt. My skin was on fire, the cool air made it fell good.

I checked Amber's heartbeat, she was doing good. I fell to the bed with a sigh. Every single bit of this different, no matter my worldly knowing I was utterly new to this.

I closed my eyes, feeling blissful relaxation and found the darkness that waited.

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I woke in the middle of the night, Amber was sobbing softly on her bed. I got up, padded to her bedside. She was curled in the fetal position, her hands held tightly to her chest. Instead of grabbing her hand, I scooped her up. Pulling her into my lap, I leaned against the head board. Her sobs slowing down, in my arms. I felt her snuggle deeper into my lap. I decided I would just stay there I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Her little body curled on me.

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Amber's POV

I woke up with Hawk's scent all around me. At first I thought it was because of the t-shirt I had put on of his. I felt strong arms holding me. I looked up to, Hawk's sleeping face met me. Lips partly open as a small snore escaped. I moved just a bit so I could, look at him while he slept. He was a work of art. Features so exquisite, they should be god like. Skin so smooth it felt like warm satin, He long black hair smelled of the vanilla scented shampoo in the bathroom. The heat of his body, felt good. I wanted to snuggled closer but there was no way to go.

"Your staring again," I heard his sleep filled voice say.

"Sorry," I mumbled ans I wiggled to get out of his grip.

His arms tightened, "Don't move yet." His raspy sleep filled voice groan.

"Why?" I was a bit surprised.

"I like this," He opened his eyes, there was gentleness that shone there.

"I was hoping your shirt would keep the nightmares away," I admitted, relaxing back into his chest.

"I think those nightmares are more afraid of me then my shirt." Hawk smirked.

"I have to agree," I sighed. A bathroom visit became immediate. "Oh, I need to get up." I looked back at him.

Eye raised an eyebrow, "why?" he mused.

"Bathroom," I wiggled in his arms.

"ah" He release was quick and I crawled quickly off and quickly made it to the bathroom.

When I came out, he was standing at the window with his arms across his chest, looking at the back yard. "Seems, someone is sneaking off to the woods." I met him at the window to see the last bit of Dex running off toward the stream we practiced at.

I looked up at Hawk's profile, as he watched. He was gorgeous, it made my stomach do weird dances. "What do you think he is up to?" I looked back out at the empty yard.

"Trouble," Hawk serious tone repeated in my head.