Sage ? Carl Grimes

{Wires by The Neighbourhood.}

Sage

The sun was calling for me to wake up from my mangled dreams. It disrupted my paradise, and welcomed me to the guilt and dismay and hell of my reality.

My eyes blinked open, and I flinched instantly. The sun blinded my vision, and I had to turn my head and nestle it deep inside a hollow crevice.

My left cheek met something warm. It felt like skin, and as I opened my eyes; Carl's sticky hair tickled my nose. I was alarmed to feel that, so my body turned slightly in the attempt to move free.

I couldn't. Carl had a fair grip on my waist, pulling me close for protection.

My movements were stupid and too quick; my body was sore. Something rippled down my lower abdomen, reminding me of what happened last night, and what guilt really felt like.

I was held naked against a radiated body. A body that didn't love me. A body that may have forgotten my name within the night. A body that gained what he wanted; greedily and selfishly.

I didn't want to wake him. Carl was in a deep sleep, his lips parted and soft snores echoed out. His hair was a bed mess, still sticky and wet from sweat. His cheeks were red and so were his lips; sore from all the kisses.

I made an attempt to wriggle free from his restraint, but Carl held me back.

"Don't..." Carl whined. His voice was groggy and deep and throaty. He drew his lip out, tightening his grip on my waist and pulling me into his chest. He was half asleep, but wouldn't let go.

I sighed out in defeat, knowing that Carl wasn't going to let me go.

Carl's eyes flickered closed and his breathing regulated again. He was deeply asleep; soundly. My head was still nestled deep inside his neck, where I was turned on my side into him.

It was only a glance down that made me realize we were both naked.

His strong arms were flexed as the held me into him. Carl's chest is where my head was now laying on. My cheek was pressed against his pecks, and my fingers traced lines down his abdomen. Carl was absolutely fit for his age. I knew he built himself to be strong enough to face this world; to survive it.

Maybe he gets up at dawn and works himself out to be able to protect you.

Guilt knew its ways. It knew just how to make my stomach tie knots. I was guilty; and I had only myself to blame.

Carl Grimes did not take my virginity. I handed it to him on a silver, dilapidated platter. I offered him my body and he used his kisses and heat against it. I felt used, sore; stupid.

The awkwardness of our naked stances ensued, and I needed to cover up.

I grabbed Carl's wrists and slowly moved them from my body. His arms were flimsy and dead in my hands, as he continue to sleep. I finally had gotten his semi-bulky arms to detach from my waist, and I softly lowered his arms and set them on the couch.

As I was free from his restraint, I turned on my side and sat up.

"Ah..." I hissed, wincing in pain. I sat on the edge of the couch and gripped the cushions. The pain was sore and raw and something I had never felt before. I have felt emotional pain before, but this was strictly physical. I bit my lip, leaning over to retrieve my jeans from the ground below us.

I pulled a leg through and managed to roll the jeans up my thighs.

My arms shook as I made the task of sliding on a pair of jeans more difficult than necessary. My hands were weak and I finally managed to squeezed the button done, achieving something I wished was more smooth for me.