Not a Fan (Wilbur Soot)

"With that being said, I don't think it was for the best." Wilbur's words were soft and low, the green of his voice sneaking through the dwindling space between them. His large hand cupped her own to her cheek, his callouses pressed to the back of her hand. 

Her eyes widened slightly as she remembered what she had told him the night before. She didn't think it was actually for the best either, it was just the only thing she could think of in a moment so awkward. Had he really held onto her words to literally? 

She brought her hand to his cheek, feeling the days worth of stubble prickling against the palm of her hand. His skin was warm and a bit clammy, like he was just as nervous as her. The small gesture seemed to be enough for him. She closed her eyes once she saw him begin to lean down to her. The same hand that held hers to her cheek lowered to her jawline, pulling her chin up towards him. 

His lips reminded  her of the calm waves on a beach, barely lapping the shore. The way they moved gently and carefully, meticulously cautious. 

He knew she was unstable and he somehow still wanted this. He wasn't afraid or repulsed by the scars she was all too aware he saw. He was honest, kind, supportive. He was like coming up for air. 

She traced her hand from his cheek to his hair, the knotted curls entangling between her fingers. Was it even possible to lean further in at this point? His hands tightened around her back, pressing her firmly against his chest. The kiss, once wary and guarded, had become something deeper, fueled by longing. 

When was the last time she kissed someone like this? Had she ever  been kissed like this? 

Wilbur gave her mind no time to wander, breaking the kiss but keeping his face millimeters away from hers. The air escaping their lungs mixed together, a small chuckle escaping him. 

"I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to do that last night." Wilbur's voice was still quiet. She kept her eyes closed, unsure if she was imagining his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. His green was intoxicating, flooding her senses with a craving for more. She let out a small exhale as her form of a laugh, resting her head against his shoulder. 

"Sorry I had to catch my apartment on fire to get you to come talk to me." She smiled through her words, her fingers continuing to twirl the long and wild curls that fell around the back of his neck. 

Wilbur's laugh vibrated through his chest and around her torso. She never wanted to let go. The security and comfort she felt in this moment was ecstasy, something that she wished she could bottle and hold onto for years. 

Silence soon fell between them. Aurora kept her head low, it rising and falling gently with each breath he took. Wilbur had returned his hand to her cheek, gently rubbing the skin where tears once soaked in. 

Aurora wasn't expecting to get much sleep that night after her nap and the alarm fiasco, but she was already beginning to drift off. The rhythmic motion his breathing, his warmth, the way he smelled, it was the perfect recipe for sleep. Her hand slowly slid from his hair back to his chest, she no longer had the strength to hold it up there. Just a few more minutes and she would surely be fast asleep- 

"You're not falling asleep on me, are you?" Wilbur's quiet words were painted with an endearing taunt, his hand moving from her cheek to push back her hair. 

"You're warm. It's nice." She mumbled, doing her best to not snap out of her near sleep. 

"Your bed is probably warm too, let's go." Wilbur said while standing. Aurora had began to wake up more now that he was moving so much. He was already halfway across the living room when she opened her eyes. Wilbur held one hand tightly under each of her thighs, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he made his way across her apartment.