You're my ~*Daydream*~ // {Kneedles}
Aug 7, 2012 11:27:09 GMT -5
Post by laphae8ash on Aug 7, 2012 11:27:09 GMT -5
[/blockquote][/blockquote]In the dim evening light of the summer, Nonnie sat in the Garden, like she had many times before. The scent of the flowers surrounding her, the mud squished between her fingers and under her nails. Smearing streaks across her face though the beads of sweat as she tugged the roots of the weeds before her. The reaping hand come and gone without much ado, and even though she was still living with Jack, those feelings too had started to wane. More and more of her time was spent in the Garden or at work trying to save up some bit of money to find her own little place in town.
A slow breeze blew through the hanging weeping willow branches, send puffs of seeds into the air. It was like something out of a dream as she let out a sigh. He doesn't even understand that there's more to me than just playing house. That I want more. A ranch...horses...more than just this. Her hand wiped across her forehead and she laid back against the soft mossy soil next to her. There needed to be a break in the speed that she was being forced to grow up in.
It was in that moment the thought of Scutcher fluttered into her brain. The kind handsome caring boy that just didn't understand things like the rest of us. So gentle and nice, he wasn't so emotional and quick to judge as Jack, he was just...different. His curly hair and bruised skin that she ached to soothe and touch, those big blue eyes that seemed to see nothing but the good in the world. It was just too much to keep fighting the urges inside to reach out and let him know that she felt so very much more than just friendship.
She wanted him to hold her, stroke her hair, let her know that he felt the same...but when she would touch him he would recoil as if a hot poker was against his skin. The mixed signals were just so much that she could figure out what to do. I just want him to touch me, to let his fingers brush against my skin. His lips against mine. To feel him with me in the same way Jack demands. For him to push together with me the way a man and woman should be. Our bodies slick with sweat and entangled as one. Nonnie hadn't had much experience in the way of love or sex, but what she had with Jack was exhilarating and freeing at first, and she wanted that sudden rush again.
As her eyes stayed closed and her body relaxed she felt her hands slide down her sides and against her thighs in a new and enticing way. It was as if he was there next to her and it was his hands on her body, not her own. A small moan escaped her lips as she arched her back into the ground. The privacy of the Garden hid her from the outside world, it was as if there was nothing around but the swaying sound of the leaves and the daydreams that surrounded her. "Scutcher..." the name fell out before she could catch it and as the words hit her ears she knew it was him she was dreaming of and not the man in her bed.
Scutcher Tansy, in all his filth and grim was the man in her dreams bringing her closer to a ecstasy she only imagined. This was their place, and even though a few others knew about it, it belonged to them forever. It was a place they grew together, letting go of their fears and the hate that was pushed into them from their families. It was their place and theirs alone to grow into the man and woman they were meant to be.