She was surprised at how good the sex had been. Paul, who she thought seemed too nice to get very passionate, turned out to be the right amount of forceful that she enjoyed between the sheets.
Intially,she didn't want to sleep with him on the segundo date; even though she knew that was the hidden proposition made with his private dinner. All she really wanted was to get to know him better and push away those nagging thoughts that she had been having of House. She wasn't counting on Paul to look so damned sexy in his dark blazer or to be so witty with his comments. He always seemed so much mais chivalrous than dangerously alluring, but for some reason he allowed a different aspect of his personality to reveal itself that night.
His kiss had interrupted her nervous ranting over the hospital fundraiser that would be in a week. He didn't wait for her to react he just continued to pry at her mouth until she finally relented to his desire. She had to admit she was glad she gave in. He was a skilled kisser. God, she felt like she could have orgasmed from the deep pulsating affect that his lips had on her alone.
After that it was a haze of longing moans,a hurried unbuttoning of her blouse, an unzipping of his pants, until he was on topo, início of her skin to skin moving. They never made it to the bed. Actually, they lay on the floor positioned right in front of the cama with their bodies covered haphazardly por covers he had brought down from the mattress.
They talked a good hora afterward. He held her close to his chest stroking her hair. He confessd that being a private eye was not his first choice for a career. When he was much younger and full of what he called "beautifully flawed idealism," he had dreamt of becoming a writer. He always had a natural talent for understanding people por observing them, but he never had much luck getting any stories published. The words were never right. He never seemed to find a voice that was truly his own and not a mere echo of his college professors or his favorito authors. But he was relatively happy being an investigator. He had met many interesting people doing his job and learned one valuable lesson: human beings act humanly.
She laughed at the somewhat simplistic, "D'uh" realization he stated with so much seriousness.
"You were expecting a human to act like an alien?"
"No. Let me explain...before you think you've made a horrible mistake por bedding me," he said with a fake pout causing her to laugh a bit more.
"If you must," she said as she encircled her arms tighter around his torso.
"What I meant was that we always expect the people we amor to live up to some code of conduct. Since they share their hearts, and thoughts, and secrets with us and we do the same, we never think that they could hurt us whether it be intentionally or unintentionally..."
"We want to believe the best. Is that so wrong?"
"There is nothing wrong with wanting to have perfection but there is something wrong in believing that it is real."
"You seem as chipper as House about now."
"House, believes in no one. I do believe in people that's not the discussion here."
"Then what do you mean?"
"I believe in the good of people because I've seem them fail themselves, each other. I've seen them hurt the one person they vowed to never hurt. I've also seen the victim of that betrayal forgive. Humans act humanly. One dia everyone you amor will hurt you but the seguinte dia they'll give you a reason to hope. It's amazing to me."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. It was a comfortable o espaço of stillness between them. She was moved por his words and couldn't remember the last time someone had moved her to silence. He was different than others, very different. He was the first to speak again, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Too heavy for a segundo date."
"No. I was just thinking about all the times I was hurt por someone I thought would never hurt me. It's so painful to feel that kind of blow, but it is wonderful when that same person is there the moment you've lost all hope."
"Have you been hurt alot?"
"There are some scars on my heart."
He kissed her forehead gently and moved on topo, início of her to see her face. He watched her searching for some kind of clue.
"I can see it in your eyes all the tears you've never shed but want to."
"What else do you see?" she asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Faith. There is so much it's like a light burning inside of you. The most warm light..."
She kissed him deeply then. She was pulling him down to lay against her once more. The movements less hurried than before. It wasn't about having a release instead it was about experiencing one another. She enjoyed this feeling.
Intially,she didn't want to sleep with him on the segundo date; even though she knew that was the hidden proposition made with his private dinner. All she really wanted was to get to know him better and push away those nagging thoughts that she had been having of House. She wasn't counting on Paul to look so damned sexy in his dark blazer or to be so witty with his comments. He always seemed so much mais chivalrous than dangerously alluring, but for some reason he allowed a different aspect of his personality to reveal itself that night.
His kiss had interrupted her nervous ranting over the hospital fundraiser that would be in a week. He didn't wait for her to react he just continued to pry at her mouth until she finally relented to his desire. She had to admit she was glad she gave in. He was a skilled kisser. God, she felt like she could have orgasmed from the deep pulsating affect that his lips had on her alone.
After that it was a haze of longing moans,a hurried unbuttoning of her blouse, an unzipping of his pants, until he was on topo, início of her skin to skin moving. They never made it to the bed. Actually, they lay on the floor positioned right in front of the cama with their bodies covered haphazardly por covers he had brought down from the mattress.
They talked a good hora afterward. He held her close to his chest stroking her hair. He confessd that being a private eye was not his first choice for a career. When he was much younger and full of what he called "beautifully flawed idealism," he had dreamt of becoming a writer. He always had a natural talent for understanding people por observing them, but he never had much luck getting any stories published. The words were never right. He never seemed to find a voice that was truly his own and not a mere echo of his college professors or his favorito authors. But he was relatively happy being an investigator. He had met many interesting people doing his job and learned one valuable lesson: human beings act humanly.
She laughed at the somewhat simplistic, "D'uh" realization he stated with so much seriousness.
"You were expecting a human to act like an alien?"
"No. Let me explain...before you think you've made a horrible mistake por bedding me," he said with a fake pout causing her to laugh a bit more.
"If you must," she said as she encircled her arms tighter around his torso.
"What I meant was that we always expect the people we amor to live up to some code of conduct. Since they share their hearts, and thoughts, and secrets with us and we do the same, we never think that they could hurt us whether it be intentionally or unintentionally..."
"We want to believe the best. Is that so wrong?"
"There is nothing wrong with wanting to have perfection but there is something wrong in believing that it is real."
"You seem as chipper as House about now."
"House, believes in no one. I do believe in people that's not the discussion here."
"Then what do you mean?"
"I believe in the good of people because I've seem them fail themselves, each other. I've seen them hurt the one person they vowed to never hurt. I've also seen the victim of that betrayal forgive. Humans act humanly. One dia everyone you amor will hurt you but the seguinte dia they'll give you a reason to hope. It's amazing to me."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. It was a comfortable o espaço of stillness between them. She was moved por his words and couldn't remember the last time someone had moved her to silence. He was different than others, very different. He was the first to speak again, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Too heavy for a segundo date."
"No. I was just thinking about all the times I was hurt por someone I thought would never hurt me. It's so painful to feel that kind of blow, but it is wonderful when that same person is there the moment you've lost all hope."
"Have you been hurt alot?"
"There are some scars on my heart."
He kissed her forehead gently and moved on topo, início of her to see her face. He watched her searching for some kind of clue.
"I can see it in your eyes all the tears you've never shed but want to."
"What else do you see?" she asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Faith. There is so much it's like a light burning inside of you. The most warm light..."
She kissed him deeply then. She was pulling him down to lay against her once more. The movements less hurried than before. It wasn't about having a release instead it was about experiencing one another. She enjoyed this feeling.