Intimately Me

Flat 64.2

"How come you are home?" I ask him, interrupting the silence between us. He doesn't look away when he responds simply, "I never went out with them. Didn't feel up to it tonight." now that surprises me immensely. Jackson's the type to be up for everything. In fact, I don't know the last time he stayed home instead of having a night out. "So, you know I used your shower then..." I release, feeling awkward at being caught out. He chuckles quietly at my confession, but he is still looking at the TV. "Yes Mia, my towel on the floor next to you would have been a dead giveaway, plus you smell like me. I guess you didn't think about taking any of your products with you to the shower. And if that isn't enough, I don't think I have ever heard so many Lana songs in my life. I won't lie, at one point I debated coming in there myself just to turn that s**t down." he says quite seriously, almost as if he actually thought about coming in to the bathroom while I was showering. The thought made me shiver...in a good way. He turns to look at me, concern on his face. "Are you cold? I've already given you my shirt. If you want my joggers too, we might as well just play strip poker, although one loss, and you would be fully exposed...hmm?" all concern is gone from his face, as he sits there with a cheeky smirk, staring pointedly at the shirt which is the only thing, other than the blanket, covering my body. It's a painful reminder of how exposed I still am. The blanket offers false security, but in reality, one accidental move could cause my lower half to be open for his view. The shirt is still large enough to where it falls to the top of my thighs, but just stretching my arms would be enough to lift the shirt higher and expose me fully.

Jackson's hand is still stroking my calf, and the other arm is resting on the back of the sofa, close to my head. The combination of his touch and my thoughts begins to unfortunately turn me on. I shuffle awkwardly, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to ease the slight ache that has welcomed itself. I laugh gently, in an attempt to brush off his comment about being fully naked in front of him. I notice how there is now no background noise, which brings my attention towards the TV where the film has finished. Leaning forward towards the coffee table, I try to reach the remote. However, I immediately feel dizzy at the fast movement and have to grab the table in order to keep my balance. Jackson is immediately sitting forward, forcing my legs to slide off of him and the blanket to crumple at my feet. He is at my side, holding my shoulders and helping me to sit up slowly, when he kneels on the floor in front of me. "Jesus Mia, how much did you have to drink?" he asks me quickly. I shoot a quick glance towards the empty bottle, now fallen on its side from the commotion. "The whole bottle, I guess," I reply, while rubbing my temples to steady myself.

Jackson's face becomes the picture of shock, as he quickly rushes out his words to scold me. "Are you serious? I thought you were finishing off the last of the bottle, not drinking it all! It's a miracle you're so alert right now, especially with how much of a lightweight you are..."

"I am not a lightweight!" I argue back, interrupting his tangent. He releases his hold on my shoulders and sits back on his feet, his hands casually finding a new home on my knees. I watch as amusement covers his face, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "You have got to be joking. There is no way that you think you are NOT a lightweight. What about the time when you broke into Bazza's cabinet after having only 3..." he lists countless embarrassing memories where I was the star character, most when I have only had 2 or 3 drinks. We laugh uncontrollably, and when I can no longer take hearing a recount of my humiliating moments, I try to interrupt him. "Okay, okay. I get it, but please stop, or I'm not going to be able to sleep later. I'll be stuck thinking about those things, and it will make me miserable and grumpy. I'm a nightmare when I don't get enough sleep, you know." I end threateningly, still chuckling a little. "Oh trust me, we all know. Everyone steers clear of you when you wake up in the mornings. Drew makes everyone aware that 'Moody Mia' is coming to bite our heads off. You can be quite feisty, I don't think you notice that though." he finishes with a smile, happy to let me know of the awful nickname I happen to have created for myself.

I give him a playful slap on his hand to tell him off, "that's not nice." I say while trying to be serious, but a small smile creeps through. He chuckles gently "Sorry," and the hand I slapped begins to softly rub my knee. I don't know how, but I forgot he was touching me, but now it is all I can think about. I look down at his hands, watching as his thumb moves in small, soft circles against my skin. He is being so gentle with me, and I feel my stomach do a flip. It has been a long time since I have felt butterflies like this, and I do not know how to feel. I watch as he moves his hand up, only by an inch or two, but my breath hitches and my lips part on their own accord. Silence fills the room, and the only thing I can hear is my own breathing. I feel his gaze burning into me, so I slowly raise my head to look at him. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks conflicted. I'm too scared to say anything out loud, worried about ruining this moment we are having, whatever this moment is. I have always thought Jackson was incredibly attractive, if not one of the best looking guys I have met, but I never viewed him in a way that made me think something could happen between us. I like nice guys, and he just...he's never been that nice, I guess. Although I'm starting to think I may have misjudged him.

Its almost like we are in an unofficial staring contest, silently daring the other to look away first, but he wins the battle when he inches his hand up further. I immediately break our gaze to look at his hand which is rubbing my upper thigh. His other hand has moved too, and is daintily stoking up and down my calf, leaving a trail of tingles behind. The pleasurable shivers return, and I'm unable to bring myself to say anything, only focusing on the way he is making me feel. I never knew that touches so light, and so far away from any noticeably important places could make me feel so aroused. They are teasingly gentle, and it doesn't help that I do not know where he is going with this, or what he wants to happen. I mean, this could just be one of his silly games, and he actually is just the jerk I think he is... but I can't help but hope that thought is incredibly wrong.