"You say that an awful lot," she responded, taking a step closer to him, "but I always seem to be the exception. You said you'd never take someone to see the toddlings, but you took me. You say you enjoy being alone, yet you don't seem to mind my company." Most of the time, she thought. Bella moved forward and gripped his shoulders, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
"There's no need to be afraid of me; I'm just a wee lass," she teased, remembering all the times he'd used her sex to convince himself (as he'd never convinced her) that she was incompetent. "If you want something, you should ask. It's nice to feel wanted every now and then."
Her hands wandered over his shoulders and behind his neck, her fingers brushing over the curls that dipped just below his hairline. If she wasn't allowed to have any expectations, she would have to ensure he never had a reason to hurt her; she would make him want her—and only her. It couldn't be that hard... right?
"There's no need to be afraid of me; I'm just a wee lass," she teased, remembering all the times he'd used her sex to convince himself (as he'd never convinced her) that she was incompetent. "If you want something, you should ask. It's nice to feel wanted every now and then."
Her hands wandered over his shoulders and behind his neck, her fingers brushing over the curls that dipped just below his hairline. If she wasn't allowed to have any expectations, she would have to ensure he never had a reason to hurt her; she would make him want her—and only her. It couldn't be that hard... right?
— MJ is MAGICAL —