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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 29, 2005 2:08:43 GMT -5
Zivon doesn't particularly care for being shoved around so randomly, but for some reason, doesn't mind so much with Helvi.
"That was less of a tackle, and more of a push." I reply, then scoot off the bed.
"This is what a tackle looks like." Zivon wraps his arms around Helvi's waist, playfully picks her up, then falls on to the bed with her, letting out a series of strange grunts that professional wrestlers would use. Once she's down on the bed, he nibbles on her stomach playfully.
"Okay, that last part wasn't really a part of the tackle..." I say, smirking.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 29, 2005 2:14:04 GMT -5
I giggle. "Sorry, I am just feeling random. I think I had too much sugar today." I say and kiss his cheek. "Sugar is my favorite food." I say and nod my head. I roll up his shirt and draw a super nova with my finger. It is a regular star but I draw it exploding with light and explosions.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 29, 2005 2:17:04 GMT -5
Zivon laughs.
"Uhh... An exploding basketball?" I guess.
"It must've been a rough day at the court. That'll teach them to fill the ball with hydrogen." Zivon adds, feeling incredibly dorky. Though he is, a science teacher.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 29, 2005 2:23:46 GMT -5
"No, it's a super nova." I say frowningly. I wriggle free of him and sit to the side of him. I feel a lot better than I did earlier. I think I almost forgot about it. I am glad that it is just the two of us.
I kiss his nose.
"My pajamas glow in the dark. The stars glow in the dark. See I'll show you."
First I turn on a lamp and stand near it to charge up the stars. Then I turn the lights off. I sit on the bed with Zivon.
"See..." I say in a quiet voice. "The stars glow." I whisper as if talking too loud will turn the stars off. I sneak my hands under his shirt and run them up his sides and kiss his neck.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 29, 2005 2:45:35 GMT -5
Zivon smiles, mostly because the light is out, and he feels comfortable enough to.
"That's cute..." I whisper in response, then turn my head and kiss her on her forehead.
"I hope they don't burn me..."
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 29, 2005 2:47:16 GMT -5
I blink a few times thinking that what he said was really lame, but since he puts up with me, I will just ignore what he said. "Yeah." I say, almost as if to add, dumbass at the end. I kiss him to just ignore that he said that.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 29, 2005 2:54:58 GMT -5
Zivon smiles and nods his head, thankful that she didn't say anything about his stupid remark. He kisses her back, and brushes his hand across her cheek.
Based upon what I said last time, I decide to keep my mouth shut, and just kiss Helvi again.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 29, 2005 3:03:28 GMT -5
I bend down and pull off Zivon's socks. I contemplate putting them on my hand and making up a puppet voice, but I am not sure how much of my antics he can take.
After thinking a lot today about a lot of things, I figured that Zivon is probably right and I do place too much value on things. I understand that I have to be better than I am. I can't be so tradional and attached. I have to be detached like he is.
I unbutton my pajama top and slip it off. The stars stop glowing after a while anyway. I put my hand on his shoulder kiss him, and help his shirt off.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 29, 2005 3:29:19 GMT -5
Zivon raises his arms, and slightly helps her pull his shirt over his head. He feels strange about this for some reason, though he knows he shouldn't, he feels like his detachment from the world is driving everyone away. He wonders if maybe there's some sort of middle ground where he compromises as little of his beliefs as possible, and still maintains a semblence of respect.
I lean in and kiss her, resting my hand on her side, and wonder what it's like to be attached.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 29, 2005 3:34:55 GMT -5
I sense there might be something wrong with Zivon, but I am not sure. Maybe he thinks I am too attached so he is reluctant. Well, I am a little attached, but I don't have to be, I don't think. It doesn't matter if I am Dariya, or Judy, or...my brother?
I have a strange thought when I kiss his chest. But I try not to think of it. I slip off my own pajama pants and put them on the floor, then crawl long his body, kissing and licking up his chest. I start to work on the button of his pants. I wonder in the back of my mind how many people he has actually been with and hurt, and it is kind of disgusting. At the same time it is challenging. It is really nothing to him to hurt people. Is he incapable of feeling?
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 29, 2005 3:45:30 GMT -5
Zivon fidgets with his pants, pulls them down, then loosely wraps his arms around her. He leans up, and kisses her, gently digging his nails into her back.
I begin to wonder why she's doing this. She backed out last time, why is it okay now? She must think I am too detached... I don't want to push her away. What the hell am I thinking? Why does this even matter?
Zivon kisses down to her neck, then nibbles upwards to her ear.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 29, 2005 3:56:46 GMT -5
His nails hurt a little. I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip. My mind is a conflict of ideas and feelings. On one hand, I want him to care and I want him to respect me. I don't want to be like those other people, I want to be different or better. I want him to be attached to me. On the other hand, this is my problem not his. I can not graft my ideas and values on him. To do that would be rude and insensitive. It would be selfish. I have to accept the fact that he is a nihilist, and that acceptance, well, is a higher level of respect and care for him.
I kiss his shoulder and accidently bite him when he scratches me harder. I kiss up his neck and whisper in is ear. "I don't care if you don't care. I...can accept that. I know what you are." I say quietly and touch his face.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 29, 2005 4:05:39 GMT -5
Zivon slightly feels as though she's trying to humor him, and is slightly frustrated by what she says. Though he understands that she probably meant nothing of it.
"I'm trying to find some sort of middle ground, Helvi..." I reply, then look into the sillouette of her face. I take her hand, and kiss it.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 29, 2005 4:08:25 GMT -5
"Oh, well, I was trying to...compromise too..." I say and feel like this is really going to be complex and take some work and thinking. I pull away from him and just lay down.
"I am sleepy. I can't figure you out." I say and look down at the pillow. I am really not that sleepy, I am just not really about to go on with things since now I am confused.
"I'm confused-ish." I sigh.
"Well, since I am here, can I just sleep by you?"
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 29, 2005 4:09:43 GMT -5
"I am too." He replies about being confused. He rests his hand on her side, and thinks about things.
"Yeah you can sleep here."
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