Dandelion Lover

How dare he touch her! I should have just gone with my instincts and wrung his neck when I had the chance. I was always against violence but this time he just stepped all over my limits, crushing and burning them on the way. I could feel my arms tensing, fists clenched, I was close to blowing my top, the problem was he was not here so I could show him what a real fight is.

I retained my coolness when he poached my clients, I almost felt he was entitled since he was there when we first started, but he just had to go and touch Kate. I could have accepted anything but that. He obviously does not know this was the biggest mistake he could have ever done.

I was lost in my ramblings and plans on how to make Rob miserable for the rest of his life when I felt a pair of arms go around my waist and a soothing sweet scent reached me and pulled me out to reality. Kate had moved over to me and wrapped her arms around me while shouting my name. Her head was against my c.h.e.s.t and with every light breeze, the scent of vanilla emitting from her body assaulted my senses. Weirdly, it had a calming effect on my nerves. I could tell she was barely standing up, her muscles shaking from the effort to support her own weight. When she noticed me standing still, she lifted her head and looked at me with her puffy eyes.

Tears were still running down her face when she left my embrace to grab hold of my right arm. My fists were still tightly closed and only opened at her touch, forcing me to let out an unexpected hiss of pain. She gently moved my hand around on all sides to inspect the injury and before I realized what was happening, we were both sitting down on the rock, together with the cream and disinfectant I bought before.

I stared between her, who was concentrating on my hand, and the shattered window from the car. I could mainly guess what happened, but I could not remember doing it. I felt a ticklish breath of air on my hand and watched Kate blow at my wound while applying the disinfectant. I would laugh if her cuteness was not such a turn-on in such an obviously improper situation. The close contact, her sweet scent, the way she was so concentrated on me although she was struggling to keep her tears away was warming my heart and in return, my d.e.s.i.r.e for her was beginning to make itself know more with each move she made. I could not feel anything else besides our hands touching, the warmth transferring between the two of us and filling up my mind.

Before I could stop myself, my left hand was grazing her red cheek which still felt very hot, my fingers set underneath her chin, gently raising her face to see her eye. Her eye returned my stare and I could tell she was expecting something I was ever so glad to procure for her.

My touch, my breath, my heart were already under her control. The intelligence I prided myself with and my self-control were all thrown out the window happily when I was facing her. Without hesitating, I took her lips in mine and the tip of my tongue made its way toward her own in a dance known only to us. Her smooth skin felt wonderful underneath my fingers as my uninjured hand slid towards her back and pulled her closer to me, raising in the process her almost nonexistent piece of clothing higher towards her center.

Despite the pain, I secured her closely to me, enjoying the heat permeating through the clothes, among us. My fingers touched her smooth skin underneath the skimpy dress and I could fell her shiver, but I knew this reaction was not one of dislike but of d.e.s.i.r.e. She melted into my arms, one of my hand grabbing hold of her t.h.i.g.h while the other pulled her into an even tighter embrace. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was labored as much as mine was, and her arms found their way around my shoulders, holding on tightly.

A small whimper left her lips and her body fell in my arms completely drained of energy. I barely managed to stop myself, my mouth was busy tasting her heartbeat underneath her chin, the smooth skin tantalizing me with its fragrance making it harder for me to take control of my d.e.s.i.r.es.

"I believe it's time to go home." It pained me to let go but it was already past midnight and I still had to clean the glass from the passenger front seat so she could sit there. I pulled a jacket from the car and wrapped her up in it to allow her to lay for a bit until I was done with the cleaning.

"I need to change. I need to become stronger for myself and those around me." She whispered while sleepily looking at my back. "I often feel like if I'm in a garden full of beautiful, refined flowers and I am only a dandelion, a simple weed fated to be overlooked. One of which there are thousands in existence at every step. With no tempting perfume, I am deemed useless unless I bloom beautifully."

"You don't need to change." I did not like how she would put herself down sometimes, and I was going to make sure that she knows just how unique she is to me. "Dandelions are wonderful flowers, unlike what you believe they have multiple uses, such as health supplements, beauty products, teas, making tiaras for your loved ones, and the roots can even be used instead of coffee. The Dandelion does not need to be highly sophisticated nor does it need an enchanting scent, it is already precious for those who know where to look. An existence highly precious for those who can appreciate it, just like you are to me."

She remained speechless for a moment, time in which I finished cleaning up the car seat and

opened the door for her before approaching her with a last thought:

"You know, when I first saw you I thought you looked like a doll and acted like a kid. Often uncertain, always searching for approval from others, always trusting to the point of naivety. But this was also what made you stand out. It is what makes you unique, and for me, the way you are now is simply perfect." Her eyes widened at my words and her whole face flushed brightly as a response.

"Now, we should get you home to sleep of all that booze you obviously had before." I helped her reach her seat and secured her before hopping in the driver seat and stating up the car.

We drove up to her apartment in complete silence, the roads were empty except for a few cars here and there, but the atmosphere around us was calm and I could see a faint smile forming on Kate's lips. Her cheeks were still flushed but there was no bruising at the moment which was a relief.

As we reached her place, she opened her own seat-belt lock and opened her door. Before I could get a word out she turned towards me and landed a kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered and walked to her apartment building with hurried steps.

I froze for a bit at the suddenness of the parting and the loss of her heat, but a laugh soon escaped me.

"At least she's feeling better," I said to myself before grudgingly returning to my empty apartment.