Just something I wrote. And re-wote..multiple times...

[Dreamer5678]

Hey FLON ... I will patiently wait for the next chapter .... but please hurry up!! LOL

[blueskye101]

Very nice.. Sorry for the pressure but am loving it.

[jacksongirl]

Love this, can't wait for more

[ladytee]

FLON!! This is amazing well done

[jacksongirl]

Forloveofneedles, more please and soon!!!

[forloveofneedles]

"Ty for letting me hang out today. I hope it turned out better than it started."
Two little sentences that don't really seem like much. But when you spend a couple hours trying to decide what to text you can pack a lot of things into two sentences. And then a while hoping I didn't interrupt anything with his caregiver or come off needy or clingy. It was important to me that he knew I'd enjoyed the afternoon.
And then a couple hours thinking about him...
We had stayed in his room until the sun went down, although it seemed like only minutes. I stretched out on his bed once we had finished smoking and I started to notice layers of nervousness and tension disappearing. We were no longer watching each other's every move, over analyzing, making sure we did nothing wrong.
It was easy to get lost in him. Lost in his slow, gravelly voice and his deep brown eyes. His face seemed young although the hair at his temples was going grey. It seemed like he might have been a large man, but now his shoulders slumped. His hands seemed huge, even with his curled fingers. And I couldn't stop watching them move.
I wondered about his particular injury or ailment. We hadn't broached the subject. His mood when I helped him with lunch made it clear that his body wasn't a welcomed focus. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to explore. Had he felt my hand guiding his arm today? Would he still welcome my touch if he couldn't? From what I had read, I knew that everyone was different. His sister had never mentioned anything besides her "crippled brother". She had me expecting to meet a drooling mongoloid, when in reality he was intelligent and articulate. And sexy. Surprise.
I guess it might be wrong of me to think of him that way. in reality I might as well have been a complete stranger living on his spare futon.heI could come up with a million ways that things could go wrong, but then when I started to list them all in my head, the only thing I could think about was his smile and how much we had laughed...So hard at times he needed to catch his breath. He said he hadn't laughed like that in a long time. The fleeting looks I caught in his eyes when he though I wasn't looking told me it was true.
I checked my phone one last time. No new messages. No call. The only thing I could do now was take my concerns and my questions to bed with me and hope I hadn't overstepped with him.

The next morning I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept. Which was probably true since most of my blankets and pillows were on the floor. My blank phone screen let me down even more. I didn't have to tell myself l With no viable prospects for the day I didnt even bother to get out of bed.
My heart fell a little more than it should have when I saw no response. But what could I really expect after spending only one day with him? I couldn't help but be embarassed that the little glimpses I had been getting into his life made me have such strong feelings toward him. Not love...yet...not even curiosity really, just a need to be close....
I tried a lot of things to push him out of my mind. Watching a movie didn't help, I just wanted to watch it with him. I painted my nails, tried to read a book, tried to play some games on my phone. Id about resigned myself to hoarding cats for the rest of my life, since I was clearly insane....when I heard his voice outside the door asking if I was busy.
A warm smile spread across his face when I opened the door, and the way he looked at me eased the worry that id had all night. Since I was suddenly stricken silent all I could do was smile back. I had really never been so happy to see a man....even one on two feet. And he looked so good. His dark curls were still wet from the shower, and he was freshly shaved. I could smell the crisp, masculine scent of his body wash as I stepped past him and sat back down on the bed.
"I'm sorry for not texting you back, please don't think I was ignoring you on purpose. I just wanted to be able to talk to you in person." He parked his chair close to me and turned it off. Atleast he was comfortable enough to get that close.
I struggled to find my words so I didn't keep him waiting but all I could manage was "it's alright...I know you were getting ready for bed and stuff." My face was still burning because he was seeing my in my pajamas, short shorts and a thin tank top. I was more exposed to him than id been to anyone in a while. Was it possible he liked what he saw? He sure had managed to turn me into a complete wreck without even doing anything. I wanted so bad for him to like what he saw.
It was his turn to be quiet then, and he seemed to be thinking hard. When he did speak he was no longer looking at me. "When I wake up in the morning sometimes...there is a brief moment when I feel normal. Before I realize that I can't move, before I look over and see my chair, and I feel like a regular guy. But this morning was different. It was harder and it made me emotional. I woke up, and I had that moment, but I thought about waking up with your arms around men and having you pressed against my back. Then I realized that I can't even remember what that might feel like and I want it so bad whether I can feel it or not. But I can't ask you."
His body slouched, relieved of the weight of these feelings for a second, but he stopped me before I could start to speak. "I don't even know how you feel about me but I have to get this out. I want to give you an out...just in case its too much because it usually is. What I mean to say is you make me feel good and I want to invest time in this" and it wasn't until then that he finally looked at me, "...if you want to."
I finally had what I wanted, but I didn't think there was anything I could say that would ease his mind. I would have to show him. I would have to prove to him that I was ok with the way things were and that I wanted more. Without saying anything I leaned over to him, resting my head in his lap as an act of submission.

[jacksongirl]

Oh My God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FLON, you rock. How soon can we get more??? TY, this is sooo good. It's making me emotional. Thank you so much!

[orchid]

I think I'm gonna save reading this update till I have a glass of red wine next to me later this evening so I can properly enjoy it!!!! Thanks so much for posting

[greenbean]

Orchid shall read it with red wine, I shall read it with my hands down my pants. Either way, all these classy ladies really appreciate this story!! Great installment.

[forloveofneedles]

Its cool...I wrote it with my hand down my pants

[forloveofneedles]

Sneaky short surprise installment

It seemed that time stopped for us in that instant. And nothing could've prepared me for how his body felt. He wore light track pants, that once my cheek was pressed against his thigh, left nothing to the imagination. Of course I expected his leg to be soft, but his deteriorated muscles were far beyond that. There was absolutely no resistance and I could even feel the slight tremors and muscle twitches against my face.
I let myself get wrapped up in the sound of his breathing, and murmured to him how good he felt. He brought his hands up, able to lift them enough to rub them over my arms and shoulders. I smiled at how tenderly he brushed his knuckles over my face. I took his hand in mine once it got close to my lips and pressed them against his fingers.
I moved closer yet, to lay my head on his belly and he wrapped his arms around me. Now I could hear just how hard his heart was beating. My voice seemed to pale in comparison and cracked when I told him, "I think I found my new favorite spot."
It made him laugh so hard my head bounced on his stomach. "Well, I can honestly say I didn't expect this reaction to follow my little tirade....not that I knew what to expect."
"But how could you have not known? I thought for sure that I wasn't hiding it well, even though I was trying pretty hard." I turned his hand over in mine and kissed his palm. I wanted so badly to kiss his lips, but I didn't try to rush.
" I wouldn't know what a woman being in to me looked like. I always just assume everyone is being awkwardly nice. You do have a way of not making me feel like that. Even when you were so nervous feeding me."
"Oh that, he notices" and it was my turn to laugh. I pulled away and sat up, although I would have crawled inside him if I could. It seemed that id never get close enough. I kept my hand on him, not willing to fully break that connection. "I am in to you...I really am. I just didn't know if you'd ever be interested in me. I didn't want to push you."
"Push me baby, its fine. No one better to do it than you."

[jacksongirl]

Sneaky Good!!

[Peony]

Oh man! Great read! Thanks for posting!

[jacksongirl]

Please FLON!!! More, more, more!!

[Deleted]

really good stuff!
try leading with the "spasms" sentence in your first paragraph
see if you think that arrangement a strong hook to the start of the story
just an idea for you to play with if you like
again - really good story - really good writing!