Post by nordic on Oct 2, 2011 16:57:47 GMT -5
As promised in my intro thread: Hope you enjoy a story written from a disabled guy. Let me know if you like it or have any feedback. One more thing: I am not a native English speaker, so don't be harsh on mistakes I might have made. 
When he took his glass into his slightly shaking hand, a small drop of red wine was revealed on the table next to them. Robert took a sip while looking at the woman in front of him. Her auburn hair fell loosely over her blouse, revealing parts of her smooth skin here and there. He tired to remember if he had ever spent the whole night just talking with somebody. It had happened before but it had never felt like this. A perfection of conversation, both entertaining and exciting. And her beauty that seemed to fill the room.
When Liz looked at him she could see the deep brown eyes that seemed to stare right through her, finding the very core of her thoughts and feelings. His neatly trimmed beard and the soft cuteness of his face showed the diligence he put in whatever he did. His thin fingers seemed to struggle a little to guide his glass to his mouth. Even though only his face was illuminated, she could see the silhouette of his electric wheelchair which prevented her to move any further towards him while sitting. So she just leaned in a bit more, trying to make the physical gap between them a bit smaller.
Putting the glass down, Robert found her gaze. He could see all the unanswered questions in the depth of her pupils. So he broke the silence and started telling his story. How he came to sit in a wheelchair. How his muscles did not respond to his brain anymore. How he grew a bit weaker with every passing week. How lifting a glass of wine for him would feel like picking up a bowling ball with one finger for her.
With every word coming from his mouth, she felt a bit more insecure but thankful he had saved her from mustering the courage to ask. Deep sympathy, a slight sorrow and something she could not really grasp made her shiver. When he finally stopped talking, Liz managed to look back into his eyes for a brief moment. Then she half got up from her chair. She leaned over him. She put that mix of feelings into a soft kiss onto his cheek.
Again, it was Robert to break the silence, seeing the confusion in her eyes. "Well. If you would like to kiss me, why don't you? For real, I mean." If only he could get up, he would have just embraced her and never let go - but his useless legs kept him confined to the wheelchair. His heart was beating loudly in his chest. A wisp of her hair touched his right hand, that he had kept close to her shoulder since she sat down again.
Trying to ignore the thoughts rushing through her mind, trying to tell her what she felt was wrong, she followed her impulse. He could not come any closer, so Liz had to. His hand touched her neck. It was not the strong, male touch she would have expected from any other guy she had felt attracted to before - it was the soft, comforting touch of a man that did not have the physical power to carry her on his hands but whose empathy and keenness made up for it a million times. She touched the tip of his nose with her own.
Robert could feel her breath against his lips. The scent of her floral perfume befogged his mind. She was so close he could not even see her face anymore. He heard her voice, so close "You have a little hammer nose, don't you..." , so soft, "...but it feels good..." - one part of his mind knew she was enjoying this so much. And he was, too. With slow movements of his head, he started drawing a circle on her nose. Finally he could not take the teasing anymore and whispered: "Go ahead, Liz."
When their lips finally met, Liz was taken by surprise from his passion. Despite his lack of strength, his lips were soft one moment and tense the next. He followed her head movements and she could feel the tip of his tongue slightly touching her lower lips. The magical moment seemed to stretch forever and all of her concerns were blown away. She was kissing a guy in wheelchair. She was enjoying it. But she did not mind. At all.
When she finally took her head back, Robert gave her a reassuring smile. He was calm all of a sudden. Everything around him melted down into a surreal stream of emotions. Searching for words he took his glass again, drinking another sip. The wine mixed with the taste of her lips. He could see her sly smile over the edge of the glass when she asked "So... how do I compare to the other girls you kissed before?"
For a moment he seemed to be surprised but it was that short that it could as well have been part of Liz' imagination. Then his reply came "I guess I should evaluate that a bit more." There it was again, the cocky but great humor that always cracked her up. Her laugh echoed from the walls as she leaned in to kiss him again. His fingers ran down her neckline. This time it was her giving in to her passion. She tilted her head and started to nibble on his lower lip. She just let go and embraced her feelings...
A ray of sunlight had found his way around the curtains and woke Robert. There was a dried drop of red wine on the table. And next to it, a black barrette. He knew she would be back.
When he took his glass into his slightly shaking hand, a small drop of red wine was revealed on the table next to them. Robert took a sip while looking at the woman in front of him. Her auburn hair fell loosely over her blouse, revealing parts of her smooth skin here and there. He tired to remember if he had ever spent the whole night just talking with somebody. It had happened before but it had never felt like this. A perfection of conversation, both entertaining and exciting. And her beauty that seemed to fill the room.
When Liz looked at him she could see the deep brown eyes that seemed to stare right through her, finding the very core of her thoughts and feelings. His neatly trimmed beard and the soft cuteness of his face showed the diligence he put in whatever he did. His thin fingers seemed to struggle a little to guide his glass to his mouth. Even though only his face was illuminated, she could see the silhouette of his electric wheelchair which prevented her to move any further towards him while sitting. So she just leaned in a bit more, trying to make the physical gap between them a bit smaller.
Putting the glass down, Robert found her gaze. He could see all the unanswered questions in the depth of her pupils. So he broke the silence and started telling his story. How he came to sit in a wheelchair. How his muscles did not respond to his brain anymore. How he grew a bit weaker with every passing week. How lifting a glass of wine for him would feel like picking up a bowling ball with one finger for her.
With every word coming from his mouth, she felt a bit more insecure but thankful he had saved her from mustering the courage to ask. Deep sympathy, a slight sorrow and something she could not really grasp made her shiver. When he finally stopped talking, Liz managed to look back into his eyes for a brief moment. Then she half got up from her chair. She leaned over him. She put that mix of feelings into a soft kiss onto his cheek.
Again, it was Robert to break the silence, seeing the confusion in her eyes. "Well. If you would like to kiss me, why don't you? For real, I mean." If only he could get up, he would have just embraced her and never let go - but his useless legs kept him confined to the wheelchair. His heart was beating loudly in his chest. A wisp of her hair touched his right hand, that he had kept close to her shoulder since she sat down again.
Trying to ignore the thoughts rushing through her mind, trying to tell her what she felt was wrong, she followed her impulse. He could not come any closer, so Liz had to. His hand touched her neck. It was not the strong, male touch she would have expected from any other guy she had felt attracted to before - it was the soft, comforting touch of a man that did not have the physical power to carry her on his hands but whose empathy and keenness made up for it a million times. She touched the tip of his nose with her own.
Robert could feel her breath against his lips. The scent of her floral perfume befogged his mind. She was so close he could not even see her face anymore. He heard her voice, so close "You have a little hammer nose, don't you..." , so soft, "...but it feels good..." - one part of his mind knew she was enjoying this so much. And he was, too. With slow movements of his head, he started drawing a circle on her nose. Finally he could not take the teasing anymore and whispered: "Go ahead, Liz."
When their lips finally met, Liz was taken by surprise from his passion. Despite his lack of strength, his lips were soft one moment and tense the next. He followed her head movements and she could feel the tip of his tongue slightly touching her lower lips. The magical moment seemed to stretch forever and all of her concerns were blown away. She was kissing a guy in wheelchair. She was enjoying it. But she did not mind. At all.
When she finally took her head back, Robert gave her a reassuring smile. He was calm all of a sudden. Everything around him melted down into a surreal stream of emotions. Searching for words he took his glass again, drinking another sip. The wine mixed with the taste of her lips. He could see her sly smile over the edge of the glass when she asked "So... how do I compare to the other girls you kissed before?"
For a moment he seemed to be surprised but it was that short that it could as well have been part of Liz' imagination. Then his reply came "I guess I should evaluate that a bit more." There it was again, the cocky but great humor that always cracked her up. Her laugh echoed from the walls as she leaned in to kiss him again. His fingers ran down her neckline. This time it was her giving in to her passion. She tilted her head and started to nibble on his lower lip. She just let go and embraced her feelings...
A ray of sunlight had found his way around the curtains and woke Robert. There was a dried drop of red wine on the table. And next to it, a black barrette. He knew she would be back.
