Bobby and Jeanne-Marie, September 27
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om_mainAfter all the parties, Bobby and JM curl up for quiet time and Serious Conversations about love, sex, and their plans.
Both parties had been a raging success, but now Bobby's loft was quiet. Jeanne-Marie swept her gaze over the living area once more, reassuring herself that it was all settled, everything in its place now... and it felt a little empty, truth be told. She grinned; that was just the way to start life in a new apartment. She was pleased it had all gone so well for Bobby.
She settled into the corner of the couch with her Neuropsychology reader, waiting for Bobby to come out of the shower.
It wasn't long before Bobby was in the bedroom, one towel around his waist and the other drying his hair.
"You should have joined me, the shower is amazing." He called over to her as he dried off, grabbing a pair of soft comfy sweat and a Brazilian futbol shirt.
Jeanne-Marie giggled quietly and turned to better call to him. "I do love the water pressure in there!"
Pants on and t-shirt in hand, Bobby padded over bare foot. "Is it only the water pressure you love?" He teased lightly.
"What do you think?" She ran her gaze all over him just to prove her point, then laughed.
Though it did remind her... "Actually--nothing bad, but can we talk a little bit?"
"Oh, sure." Despite the 'nothing bad' comment he was a touch concerned. "Is this a 'shirt on' conversation?"
"Oh no, never!" She laughed.
Ok, now Roberto was reassure. He vaulted over the back of the sofa and settled beside Jeanne-Marie. "What would you like to talk about?"
"Well, first of all..." A playful smile flickered across Jeanne-Marie's face, but then she went serious. "Sex."
She hadn't pressed the issue at all, obviously, since Bobby's troubles with his meds last year. He had... she liked to think of it as a wealth of pride, really, and Jeanne-Marie herself took it as a sign that she was meant to focus on other things. But it had become obvious that he was interested in... moving things along in that department. So, they needed to talk.
Bobby's 'troubles' were well in the past, he was pleased to say, and he obviously perked up a little at the subject. "Yes, this makes sense. Since you have brought it up, would you like to share your thoughts first? You have clearly been giving it much thought, yes?" Because he wasn't sure what to say besides he wanted sex so long as she did.
She nodded and tried to pretend she wasn't blushing. But she could do this, or she wasn't mature enough to be having sex, and that was that. "I'm of two minds. In truth, part of me thinks that--that it was part of God's plan for me--maybe for us--that we should take things more slowly than we had been. I would be happy to continue with the things we do now; I don't need more, so please don't think that.
"But, if you wanted..." There she fell off a little, chewing on her bottom lip and wondering how to put this.
"Wanted to go all the way, you mean?" He finished, not wanting her to squirm any longer. "I...I love all that we do now also, though I do not feel I comepletely agree with the God's plan theory. I mean, I was foolish and I was not communicating with you. I let my shame rule me even when I knew you would never judge."
He sat turned towards her, body language open and eyes meeting hers. Very different back on that night when he'd been so full of shame for the lack of, well, 'rise' due to his pills.
"Sex is never truly good or worthwhile without communication. I understand this and appreciate it now. The connection we have now, I feel, is so much better and so if you would like to, I would like to. "
Jeanne-Marie nodded. It wouldn't be her first time, and it certainly wouldn't be Bobby's, but it would be their first together after a long time dating. If they did it, that was precisely what she wanted from it. Still, she had one quibble: "If we're only just coming to that understanding, then that only meant we weren't ready; I think that helps to prove it was God's plan. It kept us from making a mistake, no?
"But if you truly feel that way now, then I think we're ready. I don't mean tonight, but sometime, when we feel like it." She reached out and took his hand.
"Let it happen naturally, yes it makes sense." He squeezed her hand and smiled back. "And, yes, we were not ready. Or perhaps it was just I, but things are so much better now. I am glad we did not make such a mistake then." After all, the way he had been and so on they may not have survived such a mistake.
"Many would not have been so understanding as you, I feel. I am glad we have been making this journey together. I feel so much closer to you now, does this make sense?" Their connection felt deeper, more than teenage lust and puppy love now.
Jeanne-Marie nodded. "That's what I'm ready for, far more than sex," she admitted. "I--honestly, I don't know that I'm there yet. I love you, please don't think I don't, ever. But I think, from my end... we're still working towards that, you know?"
Roberto smiled to reassuring her, squeezing her hand again. "I understand, yes. Do not worry, so long as we feel we are going forward then that is good. I am so thankful that we seem to have come through our struggles with a stronger bond and, besides, the best things in life are always worth working for, yes?"
Jeanne-Marie nodded, visibly relieved. "I knew that you'd understand! I hoped that you wouldn't be too disappointed, but--we've always been honest with each other." That was one of the things that made Jeanne-Marie want to work, rather than just saying that the relationship didn't feel... forever, to her. She didn't need forever right now, though. She loved Bobby, loved his company, and that was good enough.
For Bobby, well sometimes he did think in the long-time forever type way but he had the sense to not blurt those things out, it was far too soon for such thoughts. Besides, he didn't want Jeanne-Marie ever mistakenly thinking then his wanting a future with her was him wanting to hold her back. Not at all, he wanted the opposite: to encourage her to follow every dream.
He brought her hand up and kissed it. "We are, I think we are better than we have ever been."
She wished that thinking so could make it so, but still, the sentiment was sweet--like most things he said. Then again, they had never been better, precisely, so maybe he wasn't wrong? Maybe it was just a question of growing up together rather than growing apart.
She smiled. "I am relieved."
"Good, I hope you have not been worrying yourself too much?"
She shook her head. "No, not really. I just think, since we started, so much has happened. It's good to talk about--all those things that affect us, really. Maybe I'm being too much a budding psychologist."
"No, I think it is good and right. The problems that have risen have largely been about failure to communicate, and usually it was from my end. Well, almost all of it I think. Talking is good, I agree." He moved a little closer to wrap an arm around her. "Just promise to never try pyscho-analyse me!"
"I don't know if I can stop myself--but you'll grow used to it." She smirked a little, playfully now.
"If you get rich from writing papers about me, I expect to be bought pretty things." He informed her, deadpan but with the same playful spirit.
Jeanne-Marie laughed, delighted. "Only the prettiest, mon cher!" She leaned in to kiss him.
"Perfect," Roberto smiled back as he closed the distance and kissed Jeanne-Marie affectionately.
Book entirely forgotten, she slipped her fingers into his curls and toyed with them. He was always so warm, always comforting, like the sun itself was in him. And in a way, it was. When she pulled apart a little, she asked, "Did you like your parties?"
"I did." He stayed close, enjoying the familiar tenderness in the embrace. "Differently but equally. Thank you for arranging so much of it."
"You've never done anything special for your birthday. I'm glad you decided to change it, this year."
"I am glad too, it is nice to celebrate to those I love again." He stroked her hair back tenderly, soft kiss finding her jaw.
"We could celebrate a little more." She smiled impishly. "On this couch."
"I like the way you think, Querida," Bobby grinned, reaching out and pulling her over onto his lap.
She went with a laugh and put her arms around his neck, homework entirely forgotten.
Both parties had been a raging success, but now Bobby's loft was quiet. Jeanne-Marie swept her gaze over the living area once more, reassuring herself that it was all settled, everything in its place now... and it felt a little empty, truth be told. She grinned; that was just the way to start life in a new apartment. She was pleased it had all gone so well for Bobby.
She settled into the corner of the couch with her Neuropsychology reader, waiting for Bobby to come out of the shower.
It wasn't long before Bobby was in the bedroom, one towel around his waist and the other drying his hair.
"You should have joined me, the shower is amazing." He called over to her as he dried off, grabbing a pair of soft comfy sweat and a Brazilian futbol shirt.
Jeanne-Marie giggled quietly and turned to better call to him. "I do love the water pressure in there!"
Pants on and t-shirt in hand, Bobby padded over bare foot. "Is it only the water pressure you love?" He teased lightly.
"What do you think?" She ran her gaze all over him just to prove her point, then laughed.
Though it did remind her... "Actually--nothing bad, but can we talk a little bit?"
"Oh, sure." Despite the 'nothing bad' comment he was a touch concerned. "Is this a 'shirt on' conversation?"
"Oh no, never!" She laughed.
Ok, now Roberto was reassure. He vaulted over the back of the sofa and settled beside Jeanne-Marie. "What would you like to talk about?"
"Well, first of all..." A playful smile flickered across Jeanne-Marie's face, but then she went serious. "Sex."
She hadn't pressed the issue at all, obviously, since Bobby's troubles with his meds last year. He had... she liked to think of it as a wealth of pride, really, and Jeanne-Marie herself took it as a sign that she was meant to focus on other things. But it had become obvious that he was interested in... moving things along in that department. So, they needed to talk.
Bobby's 'troubles' were well in the past, he was pleased to say, and he obviously perked up a little at the subject. "Yes, this makes sense. Since you have brought it up, would you like to share your thoughts first? You have clearly been giving it much thought, yes?" Because he wasn't sure what to say besides he wanted sex so long as she did.
She nodded and tried to pretend she wasn't blushing. But she could do this, or she wasn't mature enough to be having sex, and that was that. "I'm of two minds. In truth, part of me thinks that--that it was part of God's plan for me--maybe for us--that we should take things more slowly than we had been. I would be happy to continue with the things we do now; I don't need more, so please don't think that.
"But, if you wanted..." There she fell off a little, chewing on her bottom lip and wondering how to put this.
"Wanted to go all the way, you mean?" He finished, not wanting her to squirm any longer. "I...I love all that we do now also, though I do not feel I comepletely agree with the God's plan theory. I mean, I was foolish and I was not communicating with you. I let my shame rule me even when I knew you would never judge."
He sat turned towards her, body language open and eyes meeting hers. Very different back on that night when he'd been so full of shame for the lack of, well, 'rise' due to his pills.
"Sex is never truly good or worthwhile without communication. I understand this and appreciate it now. The connection we have now, I feel, is so much better and so if you would like to, I would like to. "
Jeanne-Marie nodded. It wouldn't be her first time, and it certainly wouldn't be Bobby's, but it would be their first together after a long time dating. If they did it, that was precisely what she wanted from it. Still, she had one quibble: "If we're only just coming to that understanding, then that only meant we weren't ready; I think that helps to prove it was God's plan. It kept us from making a mistake, no?
"But if you truly feel that way now, then I think we're ready. I don't mean tonight, but sometime, when we feel like it." She reached out and took his hand.
"Let it happen naturally, yes it makes sense." He squeezed her hand and smiled back. "And, yes, we were not ready. Or perhaps it was just I, but things are so much better now. I am glad we did not make such a mistake then." After all, the way he had been and so on they may not have survived such a mistake.
"Many would not have been so understanding as you, I feel. I am glad we have been making this journey together. I feel so much closer to you now, does this make sense?" Their connection felt deeper, more than teenage lust and puppy love now.
Jeanne-Marie nodded. "That's what I'm ready for, far more than sex," she admitted. "I--honestly, I don't know that I'm there yet. I love you, please don't think I don't, ever. But I think, from my end... we're still working towards that, you know?"
Roberto smiled to reassuring her, squeezing her hand again. "I understand, yes. Do not worry, so long as we feel we are going forward then that is good. I am so thankful that we seem to have come through our struggles with a stronger bond and, besides, the best things in life are always worth working for, yes?"
Jeanne-Marie nodded, visibly relieved. "I knew that you'd understand! I hoped that you wouldn't be too disappointed, but--we've always been honest with each other." That was one of the things that made Jeanne-Marie want to work, rather than just saying that the relationship didn't feel... forever, to her. She didn't need forever right now, though. She loved Bobby, loved his company, and that was good enough.
For Bobby, well sometimes he did think in the long-time forever type way but he had the sense to not blurt those things out, it was far too soon for such thoughts. Besides, he didn't want Jeanne-Marie ever mistakenly thinking then his wanting a future with her was him wanting to hold her back. Not at all, he wanted the opposite: to encourage her to follow every dream.
He brought her hand up and kissed it. "We are, I think we are better than we have ever been."
She wished that thinking so could make it so, but still, the sentiment was sweet--like most things he said. Then again, they had never been better, precisely, so maybe he wasn't wrong? Maybe it was just a question of growing up together rather than growing apart.
She smiled. "I am relieved."
"Good, I hope you have not been worrying yourself too much?"
She shook her head. "No, not really. I just think, since we started, so much has happened. It's good to talk about--all those things that affect us, really. Maybe I'm being too much a budding psychologist."
"No, I think it is good and right. The problems that have risen have largely been about failure to communicate, and usually it was from my end. Well, almost all of it I think. Talking is good, I agree." He moved a little closer to wrap an arm around her. "Just promise to never try pyscho-analyse me!"
"I don't know if I can stop myself--but you'll grow used to it." She smirked a little, playfully now.
"If you get rich from writing papers about me, I expect to be bought pretty things." He informed her, deadpan but with the same playful spirit.
Jeanne-Marie laughed, delighted. "Only the prettiest, mon cher!" She leaned in to kiss him.
"Perfect," Roberto smiled back as he closed the distance and kissed Jeanne-Marie affectionately.
Book entirely forgotten, she slipped her fingers into his curls and toyed with them. He was always so warm, always comforting, like the sun itself was in him. And in a way, it was. When she pulled apart a little, she asked, "Did you like your parties?"
"I did." He stayed close, enjoying the familiar tenderness in the embrace. "Differently but equally. Thank you for arranging so much of it."
"You've never done anything special for your birthday. I'm glad you decided to change it, this year."
"I am glad too, it is nice to celebrate to those I love again." He stroked her hair back tenderly, soft kiss finding her jaw.
"We could celebrate a little more." She smiled impishly. "On this couch."
"I like the way you think, Querida," Bobby grinned, reaching out and pulling her over onto his lap.
She went with a laugh and put her arms around his neck, homework entirely forgotten.
