What Is Left After?

My eyes suddenly refocus, and it feels like the bottom of my stomach has just dropped away. I suddenly talk in a much louder voice. "So that is how you would check for cancer using the French method," I bluff. "Obviously the world health organisation did not agree."
I lower my voice again place my hands on her hips. "You want to go somewhere where they won't be looking at us?"

Jelsa: I chuckled at his joke and smile at him. "I want us to really be in our own world," I whispered. "Just the two of us. No one else."

I grab my coat from the floor and wrap it around her shoulders like a blanket. I pick up my hat and place it on my head at a jaunty angle. Then, I slide my left arm under her legs and my right arm around her back, and with a quiet grunt that emanates from deep within my chest, I stand up, holding her. "I'm sorry," I say. "I know you aren't made of glass, but this is something I've always wanted to do."
I walk towards the nearest room I know to be empty. I can feel her warmth across my stomach. It's funny how light she is. I weigh close on 100kg, and I'd be surprised if she weighed much more than half what I do. I mention this to her.

(I'm 100lbs...so apparently that's around 45kg?)

Jelsa: I smile at his hat and the jacket that so warms me. He has me in a bridal's carry, although I kind of preferred to be straddling him. But it was okay. I smiled as he carried me into my room, which happened to be nearby. I didn't know how he knew it was mine, but I didn't mind.

((That's less than half me. I'm actually about 95-ish, but 100 is easier to type.))

I shoulder my way through the door, and lay her gently on the bed, my muscles tensing fiercely the whole time. I close the door.
"Now we are alone," I say, my voice carrying an entire raft of meaning. I toss my hat carelessly onto a chair, and lie on the bed next to her, realising I've left my waistcoat in the lobby. I can't be bothered to go and fetch it now.

(lol but I'm 5'2, so I'm actually only slightly in the underweight category.)

Jelsa: I smiled at him as I waited for him to come next to me. My head is swimming, but I push all thoughts aside, trying to only think of him as he takes his place beside me.

((I'm almost verging on the overweight category, but at the hospital they say it's because of my higher musculature. Not to boast or anything.))

I slip my right arm underneath her and ease her close enough to lie on me if she wants.
"You want to get closer?" I ask.

(haha. yeah well you're tall, you're probably good xD)

Jelsa: I smiled. "Of course," I said and shifted so I was against his body.

I lift her slightly so that she lies on top of me. Her weight is slight, but exciting. I wrap my arms around her and bury my mouth and nose in her hair for a moment, content merely to breathe her smell.

Jelsa: I inhaled a sharp breath as I shifted my legs so I could straddle him.

Just the feeling of her chest moving as she breathes would be enough to send shivers down my spine if I wasn't lying down. I nuzzle her neck and shoulder, moving the collar of her t-shirt aside to allow me to keep contact with her skin.

Jelsa: I looked deep into his eyes. "So..." I breathe.

As she speaks I feel her breath on my face. It's a good feeling.
"Yes?" I reply. I place my hands on her breasts. "Your thoughts?"

Jelsa: I sighed. "If you're gonna touch me there, might as well make it easier," I hint.

I might be slow, but I can recognise a hint when it's dropped on my head from a great height. I grasp the bottom of her t-shirt and lift slowly.
"I'm sorry if I'm a bit clumsy," I explain. "This is the first time I've ever done anything like this."

Jelsa: I lift my arms so it'll be easier to lift it off. "It's okay," I said. "I didn't even get to first base before today."

I smile slightly, and chuckle a little bit. "Neither had I," I reply. I finish lifting the t-shirt off her slim frame, and smile, pressing my face close to her light tan skin.

((I've had to assume skin colour, is that okay?))

Jelsa Mepsey wrote:Wayne: "Ya know. The skills."

Aimery: I smirk at him, pushing him against a wall. "If I had enough skills you'd be crazy about me already."

Shera01 wrote:Roxanne: I just placed my hands on his shoulders, and moved as close as what was comfortable.

Joseph: "Are you doing this because we might be the only people left on earth?" I whisper.

(It's actually just light. I'm a really pale Asian xD)

Jelsa: I started lifting his shirt off now. "My turn."

Wayne: "Oh, you think I'm not crazy about you?" I asked, leaning closer to her.

Aimery: I tilt my head. "Well, that just makes you easy," I say, smirking at him.

((Ah. I didn't really like to ask. You know, it's a bit of a creepy thing to ask someone online.))

I suddenly feel awkward. I help her by unbuttonning the shirt, and lifting myself off the bed slightly, but all the while I'm horribly self-conscious of my torso. I'm a little bit overweight. Not enough to notice while I'm dressed, but I'm not exactly ripped. My muscles tense, and I feel certain she's about to judge me.

Roxanne: I shook my head, and looked into his grey eyes. "No, I'm not." I wouldn't do that to him, it would be too...selfish.

(It's creepy to ask anyone anything over the internet. That's why I use different names. And I'm sure I would've gone under a lot of names if the world ended. xD)

Joseph: I raise an eyebrow. "Really? Because...Roxanne...I might be lying to you if I said no."

Wayne: I smirked. "So? What's wrong with that?"

(haha, it's all good.)

Jelsa: I just lie against him for a moment, unable to believe I actually let someone take my shirt off. It's a little strange, but nonetheless, what's done has been done. I waited for him to make the next move.