skinny love

Bass read her like she was the words in a story. And the whole thing completely shifted gears, as she felt her heart beat even faster. It was almost the one thing she could hear over their heavy breathes. The quick, yet soft, thumping that was matched up with his own. His whispers and sweet nothings were nearly blocked out, too, as he nipped and nuzzled into her gently. It sent quick excited shivers running up her spine. And with them she was briefly reminded that there was no going back. Not this time. The few times they had ever displayed this kind of behavior toward each other had always ended up awkward and regretful. This time was different. She felt completely okay with this. The other times, she was always hesitant and uneasy. Nervous. Now...she was completely relaxed.
But something finally did seep it's way into her mind as she lay beside the warm embracement of Bass. How would her body react to this? She was so skinny, weak, barely able to walk without completely falling over and faceplanting into some dirt. Would she be able to handle this? Would she regret this? If only she was plump and healthy like she was several weeks ago. Bass could have felt her warmth, too. He could of enjoyed her like she was enjoying him. But she was just this boney, weak girl, who was just recovering from being sick. How horrible. She could barely even imagine being in Bass's place right now. Trying to relax in a comfortable position, while at the same time trying to show as much affection as possible. "Where am I supposed to relax my head? Her neck is the only fluffy thing here, and her stomach is as boney as hell." She couldn't stand it. All this guilt. She could barely even focus on being relaxed anymore, because she was too nervous that Bass wasn't comfortable. What the heck.
After a few minutes of letting herself drift away in thoughts, she finally returned to reality, right as the man began to whisper those sweet nothings directly into her ear. And in Italian, too...just how she loved it. "Ti voglio , ho bisogno di te ." The flawless words instantly reached her ears, shivers continuing to travel up her back at he nipped and pulled gently at her flank and spine. No turning back, no turning back. There was no point in being nervous. This was all completely normal...they were married, after all.
She had managed to listen in on every other sweet thing he whispered to her, his nips still making her more and more excited and needy. She wanted him. She wanted him so bad, even more than she ever has. Even in the horrific condition she was in...she still wanted all of him. The thought of being weak...or the thought of how her exhausted self would handle all of this---she didn't allow it to haunt her mind any more. She would lose herself completely, no matter how tired or sick she felt. She definitely wouldn't regret this. She'd let herself and Bass both enjoy this time. "Sei il mio fiore prezioso ?" Wren panted a bit herself as he climbed over her, and relaxed himself upon her. No turning back, no turning back. Her heart was pounding in her chest so quickly...she could hardly believe it. Until she finally managed to speak in a low hush.
"Bass..." She suddenly shuttered as he continued on with his sweet kisses and nips. It was torture...the need for him was just growing and growing. She couldn't take it. The girl slowly shifted her body as she breathed, "Poi mi hanno ..." It was all she managed to say, before sucking a final breath. She couldn't explain how exhausted she was...but she was so happy. Bass was everything to her---he would never cease to make her happy. So why was she so anxious...or so scared? It even took her a while to realize what was causing it all...

"Wren's Speech"
"Bass' Speech"