How Things Change [Master Germish x SilverGrrl]

[SilverGrrl]

Mia waited expectantly for a moment, a long moment, an age. Around her bubbled sounds of conversation, tinkles of cutlery, some low music. She even took a sip from her water, her large, dark eyes never leaving Kale's face. Finally, the faint smile on her lips died away into a flat scowl, and she turned to the waiter, still hovering by the table.

“I'd like the pasta salad.”

Her voice was curt, which she regretted as the waiter stalked off with a huffy gait: it wasn't his fault that her date hadn't ordered for her. Not that she should have been surprised. He never ordered for her. He checked every decision with her, giving her complete consent over every minor detail of their relationship. Relationship – she thought – it had only been three weeks. She ran a hand through the cascade of long, dark hair that run down past the pale skin of her bare shoulders, sighing as she did so – her breasts, large for her tiny frame, heaving under the taut black of her dress in response. As she took another sip, she let her eyes wander over Kale.

She had been so excited at the start: her intense attraction to the tall, broad shouldered man allowing her to get ahead of herself. And she knew that there was no doubting the sincerity of his feelings for her, too. But the way he doted on her, the way he never took the lead, the way she'd felt on realizing that their lovemaking was going to be so soft and gentle as to feel as though she were a china doll being delicately handled by an artisan – it was all contributing to a burning desire beating against her breastbone. She wanted to scream.

Instead, she chose a more appropriate register – a soft whisper, the flash of silver on her tongue visible. Leaning forward across the table, she began: “Kale, how about tonight we try something a little – different?”

 

[Master_Germish]

Kale had let Mia pick the resteraunt the night before and the time she would be ready. He loved this girl and did not want to lose her. So he doted on her, made her feel special, hopefully. He wanted to prevent putting any sort of pressure on her and wanted her to stay with him. He was cautious with her when he gripped her side or when he hugged her. She was so small, over a foot shorter than him and half his weight. Hell, he was sure that his legs weighed more than her. He sat at the table, seeming once again like a giant as he was an athlete at heart and was constantly in the gym working out and growing his muscle tone.

That night he had ordered a steak, with permission from Mia of course, and let her order for herself. When she leaned in and said that she wanted to try something different tonight his interest was peaked and he leaned in as well. Placing a soft kiss on her lips before saying. "Like what?" He said with a smile as his eyes roamed over her and he could not believe how beautiful she looked tonight. His eyes continued to roam over her as he watched her lips move as she told him what she had in mind and he could not believe what she was asking. It was an odd request, it made him uneasy and it made him nervous. Worst of all, somewhere deep down in him, he felt a tinge of happiness. That was what really scared him.

 

[SilverGrrl]

Mia shifted her head, cocking it to one side, her hoop earring visible against the white, soft skin of her neck. How was it that such a kiss, a soft, brush of his lips, a calm, caring moment, could both make her heart flutter – and leave her stomach rolling as she yearned for more, much more, from him? She extended her small hands, clasping one of his meaty palms between them. Her pale fingers criss-crossed around, clasping it in a lattice of her own making.

“Maybe, tonight – you could take the lead, a little?”

Seeing the instant blanching of Kale's face, Mia hurried to comfort him. She knew what she was trying to suggest would not come easy. “It's not that I don't like us, I do, I've so enjoyed these past few weeks. But I just feel like you're holding back. And I just wanted you to know that you don't have to, on my account.”

She squeezed his hand lightly between hers, her eyes in a wide smile as she gazed up at him, a tinkering curl on her lips that slyly hinted at her meaning. Her leg slid forward, under the table, lightly brushing against his muscled calf.

“Anything you want, sweetie. Anything you want.”

 

[Master_Germish]

Kale heard what his girlfriend was suggesting and it made his stomach turn at the idea of leading, of making decisions. What if he made the wrong decision? What if she wanted something else and he didn't give it to her. What if she was displeased? What if he screwed up so much that she left. He looked at her and said. "I...I...I don't know. It's too foreign to me, I'd really rather not." He said as he felt her leg brush against him and he saw how she spoke those words. 'Anything' he knew what she meant, she wanted him to be controlling in bed, but again, he really did not want to. He did not want to fuck this up to ruin it or to make her want to leave. He liked where they were now and the sex was not that bad, it was soft and loving. Something he felt she wanted. He moved back in his seat when the waiter returned and handed them their meals and Kale looked over her again before the waiter left and he said nothing. Quickly distracting himself with his meal as he thought about the offer. She wanted him to lead, that had to mean something. She wanted to see his decisions and choices. Was that a sign of trust in him or was she simply putting him through a test to see if they could keep up? What if he failed? Oh god there were way to many reasons for this, all in all, it made Kale grossly uncomfortable.

 

[SilverGrrl]

Having leaned back and managed an apologetic stammer, Kale just sat there, fidgeting nervously and barely making eye contact with Mia. He seemed more interested in his steak than his date. Her dark eyes scanned his face urgently, trying to decode the confused frowns and grimaces that flitted across his features, to puzzle out what was troubling him. Her leg retreated from his and she unclasped his hand to pick idly at her pasta salad. Minutes trickled by in the awkward silence of two people surrounded by other people's noise, and finally she felt compelled to ease the tension, leaning forward again and speaking in a low tone.

“Kale, calm down. I'm sorry if I upset you; I was just – just trying to make you happy. We can talk about it later, though – or never. It doesn't matter. I'm sorry.” As the purring words poured from her lips, she gently stroked her palm over the knuckle of his hand, her fingers sliding round his wrist.

She was going to have to get him more comfortable before she would be able to convince him to even consider changing gears in their relationship, she realized, as she studied his expression of unease and uncertainty.

 

[Master_Germish]

Kale looked to her when she leaned towards him once more and he said. "Okay, later please. I'm just." He paused and searched for words as he was trying to maintain his manliness and still convey to her that he was not ready for that much control, it made him uneasy not knowing if she was happy or not about his choice. Finally he said. "Uneasy." He then continued with his meal and gave her a soft smile. He enjoyed the feeling of her hand on his wrist and he couldn't help but smile and begin to imagine her tonight. Wearing that cute lingiere she always wore and teasing him as she did. That sight put a smile on Kale's lips and he calmed considerably as his face returned to normal and he loosened up as he looked at her and said. "What do you want to do after? Do you still want to go to the movies?" He asked as he was considering something in his head. Now the thought that she wanted a bit more leading came back into his head and he tried to show that it wasn't but he knew his face contorted and he tried to hide it. Before long both were done and the waiter asked if they wanted dessert and kale, still thinking something over, said he was fine and waited for Mia to order or say she was fine.

 

[SilverGrrl]

As the meal wore on Mia's hopes were not exactly warmed by Kale's actions. He hung on her every word, he turned every decision back over to her, and occasional flashes of suffering darkened his brow whenever, she suspected, his thoughts returned to her earlier proposition. Sighing wearily, she waved off the waiter – “coffee, black” – with a swish of her hand, then immediately returning it to clasp her boyfriend's fist.

“You know, I think I only suggested that film because I thought you might like it,” she finally said, searching for a tone that would prevent his 'unease' from ruining their evening. “Why don't you choose what we do? It seems like I always pick. It might be nice to have a little surprise.”

Once out, her words hung out there for a moment, and she imagined herself being able to pluck them from her breath. But she decided not to: she rather admired her framing, hoping that the idea of surprising her might give Kale a reason to embrace making an affirmative choice of his own without too much fear of disappointing her. Composing herself into a smile, she gazed up at him imploringly.

 

[Master_Germish]

Kale listened to her speak and she ordered her coffee and he said. "Ugh, okay." He agreed to making a decision tonight and he said nothing more as he thought about what to do. Once again his thoughts roamed to her in lingiere teasing him and he knew what he wanted to do and so he said. "Let's just go back to my place, maybe settle in and watch a movie there." He said simply as the waiter returned with her coffee and he said. "That sounds good, right?" He said as he wanted to make sure that she would be happy with that choice. He looked over her body slowly and analytically, this time he was undressing her with his eyes, but he tried to stop whenever she went to look at him, though he was sure she caught him quite a few times during her drink of coffee. When she finished he waited for her to stand and then paid for dinner. He smiled and offered his arm to her and then together they left and went to his house.

Kale drove home rather quickly, a strange feeling washing over him as he had decided something and she seemed more than willing to comply. It was weird, the feeling of control he had from changing the plans and oddly he liked it, but he still was careful around her, he did not want to scare her or harm her at all. He only wanted to make her happy still.

 

[SilverGrrl]

The coffee, the walk to the car, the ride home – throughout, the palpable tension was so great that it served to render the rest of the evening a dismal disappointment to Mia. Kale hulked in stony silence, paying in a hurry and then driving with unusual haste, and their brief stab at a conversation hung between them, taunting the unease neither could fully broach. On the way Mia leaned her head against the window, the cool glass pressing her cheek, watching the city lights stream by.

It was a problem, she knew, as she followed Kale to his door. The way he'd been staring at her throughout dinner, his attraction was apparent; and she felt the same way. But his delicate handling of her was going to make it hard for their relationship to develop in the ways that truly made her toe curls in the night, that she had dreamed of in heavy breaths since first being introduced to him.

Inside his house, she removed her coat, revealing once more the slim fitting black dress underneath that bared her pale arms and shoulders, and tapered to her tiny waist. As Kale took it from her, she lifted a hand to rest on his powerful chest.

“I'm sorry about before – I know it made you uncomfortable. And I don't want that, at all.”

 

[Master_Germish]

Kale froze when she placed her hand on his chest and took a slow breath before hanging her coat up and listening to her he nodded slowly and he looked over her still and he knew that she wanted him to control her a bit and to let himself go, but he put the coat away and moved to the couch, sitting down and waiting for her to come join him and then he said. "Mia, I know you want me to take control and I know what that means, but I am cautious. I am fearful of the repercussions of that decision. I am extremely hesitant. I will try, but I will need help." He said simply as he remained sitting on the couch, his hand on her leg and his eyes locked with hers. He hoped that she would help him and get him to overcome his hesitance with this and that she will help mold him into a man she wants to spend the rest of her life with him.