if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Groupies were entirely baffling to the young, innocent Abigail. She tried to understand the life Arlo had left behind and yet, she couldn't quite grasp the concept of how one had sex with multiple people at once. Her own primitive understanding of the activity was exactly that - so particularly basic. Still, that was a question she was willing to leave unanswered for now. After all, she had no intention of ever embarking upon such sexual exploits and yet, it did leave one lingering thought upon her mind. If Arlo had spent much time with these women...these girls who slept with the band so frequently and without favorites, surely Arlo had too....enjoyed their company, so to speak? Perhaps even with...more than one? Dwelling upon such a thought made her...uncomfortable for reasons that Abigail was not entirely certain of. After all, she knew that there were other places in which sex was not regarded nearly as highly as her own home. Still, what worried her most of all was whether or not he anticipated such activities from her. Did he enjoy that part of his life? Was that...something he might want again? He had been talking about the future of his music career earlier tonight.
Her inquiry was almost hesitant when it finally left her lips, the very nature of it seemed to prompt surprise from her boyfriend. He seemed...so taken back by it and yet, was this not what couples did? Spoke of super important personal things? Her parents had, sometimes, when they thought she was hiding away in her bedroom or outside of the house. She wanted to talk to Arlo about absolutely everything, even the things that were kind of hard and uncomfortable to talk about. Her own head tilted inquisitively to the side now as Arlo's mouth parted, only to close once again as if he was uncertain of what to say or whether or not she would like the truth of the matter. At the very least, she was willing to wait as he collected her thoughts beneath her expectant hazel eyes. That soft sigh caused her eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. Her head bobbed as he inquired if she wanted the honest truth - like...duh! What other answer was there?! She was extremely attentive to his words, hardly missing his admission that he didn't remember much of it. That was a question she surely intended to ask after another day. He had said before that a lot of his musical days were ones he didn't remember. They seemed to be both days he abhorred and also dreamed of all at once. It was peculiar.
What Abigail didn't expect was that Arlo was capable of having sex without having any sort of emotion attached to it. How was that even a thing?! It was like...being....inside another person! With no emotion? The very idea of it baffled her and yet...she was glad he was entirely prepared to have sex with someone he cared for. After all, she definitely, definitely, definitely could NOT have sex without caring for someone! That just seemed silly! And she ultra uber duper liked Arlo! A warm grin spread across Abigail's own lips before the girl nodded quite firmly. "It sounds like it is!" Abigail agreed, entirely pleased that Arlo would be okay that, at the very least, their own relationship would be starkly different from any sort of groupie he'd had before. That intimacy they might have, when she chose to give it, would likely be a stark contrast between the women he had before. They all sounded so....experienced and sure of themselves where she was anything but, much less her intentions to be his alone...when the time came. That second inquiry on Arlo's sibling's jab at how fun Arlo must be within the bedroom was almost...easy in comparison to those groupies that so plagued her. She was quite certain it was obvious that all of his....well..bits...worked. After all, Sebastian and Dorian clearly...well....did stuff.
Abigail hardly anticipated the laughter upon his lips at her blunt assurances and yet, the mere musical sound of it prompted a warm grin to her own features. She liked to see him happy. It was far better than the sadness that had afflicted him a mere hour before. This was how things were meant to be on their first little vacation away together. That mention of room service, however, was a topic she eagerly took up, the girl altogether inquisitive of the idea of having breakfast in bed. It was silly, maybe, that she hadn't done something so simple as this and yet, food in bed had always been reserved for when she was sick. This whole, stuff brought to her was quite a novel concept and one she was more than eager to enjoy. Her attention shifted, however, as Arlo drew her body closer towards his own. She was more than aware of her flesh nestled against his bare chest, the very sensation of it all prompted a soft hue of pink to her pale cheeks. Even so, a small simper blossomed on her lips at the soft kiss she was afforded, only for that trail to continue in a far more...intimate fashion. Or at least, she was sure it was supposed to be. The very feeling of his fluttering lips on the sensitive skin of her neck prompted giggles from the girl - laughter that she couldn't help even despite her best efforts. It tickled!
His head rested upon her shoulder and inquisitively Abigail's hazel eyes turned downwards towards him. She could tell there was something lingering on his mind. Even if he wasn't yet inclined to voice it. The young woman hardly expected the further comment of sex together when Arlo finally voiced those lingering ideas. Her cheeks flushed red at the very thought of it and yet, it was hardly just embarrassment that so filled her. Rather, her heart beat slightly faster with the fluttering feeling of anxiety, her attention purposefully turned towards her hands beneath the water as she made some effort to explain her own upbringing and the way she was taught that things should be. The silence that seemed to exist between them thereafter hardly went unnoticed by the girl. Rather, she glanced upwards almost tentatively at the blank stare Arlo gave her, as if the idea of chastity all but baffled him. It was with even further hesitance and far more anxiety that Abigail admitted that, one day, it might be....nice...however, to have sex with him. The very implications of all that was left unsaid momentarily lingered between them as the girl nibbled on her bottom lip.
It was the slow appearance of that grin on his lips that brought a soft breath of relief from Abigail. She had been so worried about what he might think that she had almost forgotten to breathe! Her head bobbed as Arlo assured her that, her views on sex were hardly...bad and yet, it wasn't until he assured her that he was willing to wait for her that brought a grin to her own lips. Her father always said that if a man wasn't willing to wait, then he wasn't a good man for her. Abigail had always known, of course, that Arlo was indeed a good man and yet...the fact that he had so easily accepted that made her almost giddy. She watched as Arlo shifted, floating towards the center of the tub and away from her. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he inquired of the 'rules' when it came to waiting. Were there rules? "Umm....I...don't know." Abigail admitted, almost unsure before Arlo commented on what she could have. "No...." She admitted, watching him as Arlo pulled himself out of the hot tub, only to lean back in such a way to show off his toned muscles. Abigail could hardly help the need to roll her eyes, even despite the reddening in her cheeks. They both knew that she was well aware of how handsome his figure was and yet, Abigail could hardly help the grin on her features as Arlo chuckled at his own antics. That teasing tone to his voice prompted her to reach over splashing some water in his direction. "Oh my god, Arlo!" She declared with ready laughter, clearly intending to ruin his efforts to appear...sexy...if that's what this was!
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