Chapter 50: Orange peels

You toss an orange to me, and I fumble to catch it. I look up at you, orange in hands, flustered.
You wink and say you can't open it. I nod, and get to work.
I peel it in a spiral shape, the peel in one piece, and when it's off, I wrap the orange back up and hand it to you. You nod at me and tell me to take one.
I didn't hear, so I take a piece. And another. And a few more. I leave one piece and hand it back to you. You open the wrap-around peel and chuckle a little. Pig, you laugh jokingly. I blush. You take the last piece and feed it to me. Then you pull my face to yours with one hand below my chin, and you kiss me. You smile, lips still against mine. Oranges, you whisper.
You kiss my lips again, inhale, then kiss my jaw. I can't help but inhale sharply and you grin again, into my skin. You know how much I am anticipating this - how much I am anticipating you.
You move your lips along my jaw, then to my ears. You lick the edge of my ear, and nibble a little on my ear lobe. My body is melting, pushing into yours, and the hand that's not on my chin makes its way to the small of my back and pulls me into you.  I can feel your chest against mine, and the heat emanating from your body only makes me want more.
(not gonna cont.)

Chapter 49: Not my type

You're not my type
Too quiet, too calm, too mature

Quiet smile that makes me want to see
you smile all the time
and makes me want to do stupid things
and say the right thing
just to see that smile
so I can smile too.

Calm words that make me secure
and when you're excited,
just a few degrees happier
but those degrees make all the difference because
they're precious and rare.
And thrilling

Mature presence that makes me bashful
of my childlike ways and childish thoughts
and curse myself when I do stupid things.
But I know you don't judge or care
because you're like that
And you accept the good with the bad

You're not my type,
all quiet smiles and calm words and mature presence
And you're not my type
making me do stupid things
and making me feel secure
and making me bashful

or maybe you're not my type
because you make me feel different than they made me feel
because maybe you're not my type
but maybe you're just what I need.