Dwayne Johnson / Reader - Part 3
Dwayne muffled your words by capturing your lover lip between his lips and nibbling it few times playfully before pressing his lips against yours properly. He had very full, soft, kissable lips and had the confidence to kiss you without asking for permission except in situations where the kiss was not welcomed. In this situation however it, to be kissed, was exactly what you had hoped Dwayne to do and therefore this confidence was a quality in his personality that really made your heart beat so fast that it would probably just explode or tilt... either way, you would never be the same again. You had always dreamed about being kissed like this; so lovingly and in such way that you felt like you had been the center of the universe... well, the center of his universe at least. You had always dreamed about being kissed by someone very strong... someone who would make you feel beautiful, safe and cherished and it was exactly what Dwayne made you feel. His full focus was on you and even though he was an intense person... at least on the stage... he made you feel calm and very comfortable. This was something that none of your countless of dates had managed to do.
It took few seconds for you to realize what was happening but instead of getting all frozen completely still or starting to giggle like a friggin lunatic, you wrapped your arm around Dwayne's strong torso, placing your hand on his side at first and then sliding it behind his back while cupping his face with your other hand. Dwayne's had been slightly afraid that he was being too pushy and taking things too fast, especially because you had not reacted in any way for the few first seconds but now that you wrapped your arm around you, he smiled against your lips and continued kissing you. The truth was that he had wanted to kiss you from the very first moment he had laid his eyes on you and now that it was happening... it was much better than he had even imagined. Usually the babes that he had hooked up with were somewhat rough with him... living their fantasies including a strong caveman but you... you were gentle and made him feel quite special. It had been the same on the stage when Dwayne had pretended to kiss you for show: instead of seeing him as a hot piece of ass you had seen him as a person... in other words, you had seen behind his show-image which was pretty rare.
Dwayne was a very romantic kisser and it surprised you entirely; you had expected him to shove his tongue into your throat, grobe you shamelessly and to take full control but instead of doing so, he treated the kiss as a conversation between you and him… a conversation that he led, yes, but just like in dancing, someone had to lead so the dance would be enjoyable… but still, like it required two people to dance, it required two people to kiss as well. Dwayne took his time to explore your lips with his before deepening the kiss and allowing it to grow hungrier and more possessive. He moved slowly so he could memorize your reactions and study you through the kiss; what you liked, what you didn't like so much... how you wanted to be held and touched... how you did not... and all this told very much about your personality to him, painting a picture of a very kind, warm-hearted and honest person. Maybe a little shy and reserved, afraid to lose control and very independent, but Dwayne had a feeling that when you were with the right person, with someone who you trusted, someone strong and confident enough to muffle your nervousness... with a person who you allowed close to you both mentally as well as physically, you were a woman who loved passionately and fearlessly... with every fibre of her being.
After kissing you almost fifteen minutes, which felt like only few minutes, five tops, Dwayne shifted himself, placed his knee between your legs and lowered himself carefully on top of you, cautious not to put his entire weight on you since he knew that he was a big, heavy guy. "Is this alright?" he asked when he drew back for a moment. You replied with a smile, sighed "Yes" and reached to kiss him again because it had been ages since the last time you had kissed anyone. Yeah, you had been single for a long time and since you didn’t do one-night-stands, it meant that you usually didn’t have this kind of intimacy in your life. Sure you had gone out on so many dates that you couldn't even remember them all but usually there was no spark between you and your date and therefore it was almost never that you got to kiss anyone. Sometimes you even wondered if you had forgotten how to kiss and then would end up being a complete disaster when you finally met someone nice and… kissable.
Dwayne stayed close and smirked at you when you tried to pull him to kiss you again. He studied your face while brushing your neck, jaw as well as your cheek very softly with his fingertips and then moved to brush your swollen, tingling lips with his thumb. You sighed softly and closed your eyes when he leaned closer and removed his thumb from your lips as a sign that he was finally going to kiss you again. He brushed your nose with his few times and then got so close that you were able to feel the soft sighs escaping his mouth even when he was trying to hold his breath. He was so close and you had to have the patience to wait so he wouldn’t draw back again. You shifted your head a little to find a slightly more comfortable position to lay in and your lips touched his, just softly but it was enough to make you smile because the happiness was getting too challenging to contain.
Dwaybe slid his hand behind your back and pressed his chest against yours to feel your body against his. "Is this too much?" he asked, massaging your upper arm with the hand that embraced you and brushing your hair with the other. You slid your other hand on his lower back and the other on his upper back and massaged the strong muscles of his shoulder. "No... This is... good" you replied with a peaceful expression decorating your feature. You studied Dwayne's face, his big brown eyes while your breathing slowly calmed down and you got used to being embraced so tightly... basically being surrounded by him. "Yeah, this is very good" Dwayne commented, feeling more relaxed than in a long time. It made no sense because the reality was that he didn't know you, he had spent only four hours with you but still he felt like had known you a lifetime already.
- You are so beautiful. Dwayne said, brushed your hair behind your ear and then traced your earlobe with his fingertips. "Inside and outside" he added with a soft voice. He moved his hand from your ear to your neck... shoulder... traced the sleeve of your shirt all the way to your fingers and guided your hand from his lower back to the pillow, right next to your head. Dwayne crossed his fingers with yours and buried his face into the crook of your neck. He nibbled your earlobe, brushed your neck just below it and then began to devoured the sensitive skin with his lips and tongue. He murmured into your ear that you felt wonderful and he was happy that he had decided to get out from the bus. "...Even though you're not a sexy babe..." he mumbled against your skin and planting intense, hot kisses on your neck between the words, partially muffling them time to time. He wasn't really thinking what he was saying and the words kind of escaped his lips without a proper filter.
- What? you chuckled because this kind of pillow-talk made you somewhat confused. Dwayne chuckled against your skin because you chuckled and therefore he didn't stop to think what he had just said.
- Yeah, you're not a typical hookup... he said but the longer he talked against your neck, the more muffled his voice got and you couldn't make any sense of what he was saying. His voice got mixed with your nervous chuckle, his sighs and soft groans and all this combined with the growing confusion made you feel like you couldn't breathe properly and a light state of panic started to settle in.
- Wait... what? you sighed, opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling. Dwayne shifted himself and therefore you were able to hear him properly again. He spoke
- ...And I thought this is a bad idea, but-
- Stop! you said as an automated reaction to what Dwayne had just confessed. Dwayne stopped kissing your neck instantly because your voice had sounded cautious, slightly upset even. He drew back a little to look at you and when he saw you staring at him with confused, wide eyes, he knew that what he had wanted to say had come out all wrong... and it had sounded bad.
Dwayne stared into your eyes as he tried to come up with the right words to save the moment but the longer he kept hesitating and wondering what to say... and trying to recall what he had actually even said because he didn't really know, the further away you slipped mentally. You got tensed up, your breathing changed from steady to sharp, random gasps followed by moments when you didn't dare to breathe at all and then you chuckled bitterly because the silence had grown very long and awkward, making you feel completely ridiculous. "So you don't really want to be here" you mumbled with a confused expression on your face and then shifted your gaze from Dwayne elsewhere.
- You... misunderstood. Dwayne said and added with a somewhat desperate tone "Please, look at me."
- Ha! you said and tried subtly free yourself by pushing him away. Dwayne however grabbed your hand and pinned it against the pillows on the other side of your head, leaving you completely at his mercy with your both hands now pinned against the pillow on both sides of your head. He however removed his weight from you completely so you wouldn't feel entirely trapped; he noticed that your breathing was shallow and erratic and the way you tried to fight him even though you were firmly pinned down, made him realize that you were sliding into a state of panic. You sharpened your eyes and snapped "Quote... Bad. Idea!" Dwayne sighed and started to blabber nervously because you seemed upset
- I mean... to get involved... with you... because you're so-
- What? you snapped. "I am... what... exactly?" you asked and tried to pull your hands off from Dwayne's tight grip but the reality was that you were not able to do shit. Dwayne was just too strong and he was not afraid to use that against you now. However you noticed that he wasn't anymore laying on top of you and you appreciated it because it gave you some space to breathe.
- I saw you standing at the bus stop, waiting with such a hopeful look on your face... Dwayne explained as calmly as he could despite your constant efforts to interrupt him and wiggle out from his grip. He knew that he was not hurting you because he knew himself and his strength well and therefore he couldn't get it why didn't you just stop struggling so much.
- Uh-huh? you commented bitterly because this was getting just ridiculous; Dwayne had seen you and in his opinion you had looked hopeful... Hopeful for what exactly? For a happily ever after? Did he assume that this was what you had had in mind, getting close and personal? That you had expected him to want a relationship with you? Oh please, it was so obvious that your worlds were completely different and you were fully aware of that! You knew that it wouldn't work, you knew that you were not a hot babe... and you had thought that maybe you were hot enough for a hookup, even though you weren't looking for one-night-stands... but hey... Dwayne Johnson was the hottest guy in Hollywood and if he had wanted to have some adult-fun on your birthday... then you might not have said no. But it was embarrassing if he had thought that you had been hopeful about something... that you had had expectations!
- I was... unsure if... You were... there... So I just... your birthday and everything. I was... he blabbered, trying to find the right words but it seemed to be impossible because your defiance was making him deeply nervous. So after stammering "I was" three times, he finally paused to calm down and to catch his breath. Then he continued "Sorry, I-
- You were... Uh... Sorry for me? you asked and interrupted him with a somewhat offended tone. "Oh gosh, I'm such an idiot" you gasped and commanded Dwayne to release your hands. "No... Not until I have explained what I meant" he said assertively and held you tightly in place even though you looked like you were going to have an actual panic attack soon. You were not used to being so close to anyone and if Dwayne's strength and assertiveness had made you feel safe and comfortable before, it had now the exact opposite effect.
- Calm down... and listen to me, please. he said softly and massaged the palm of your hand with slow, gentle motions while holding it firmly against the pillows.
- I was not sure about this because... I had a feeling that it would be great... Dwayne explained and after a quick inhale he continued by saying "...That you would be great."
- And why is that bad thing? you asked with a defiant, deeply bitter voice. You didn't appreciate being pinned down like this, but you enjoyed it a little secretly because it had been one of your fantasies, being calmed down like this. However it was not necessarily a fantasy that you would have wanted to realize with a total stranger... Anyway, due to many reasons you didn't try to fight Dwayne anymore, besides there just was no point to even fight him since he was so much stronger than you. Dwayne instructed you to relax and focus on your breathing. "Breathe in... and out... And in... and out" he said and you closed your eyes for a moment, followed his voice and after managing to get your pulse down, you opened your eyes and nodded as a sign that you were ready to hear why he had hesitated.
- I think it is obvious for both of us that there is... Dwayne began and took a deep breath as he searched for a right word. "...This inescapable and intense chemistry between you and me" he said and then continued by explaining that "And when I saw you waiting for me, I got a feeling that things would get serious."
- Or not. you commented and added bitterly "I'm not a sexy babe."
- You're very different from my usual hookups, yes. Dwayne said and sighed. "But I am happy about that!" he added immediately because it seemed that nothing what he said was really helping to bring you closer to him mentally.
- Yeah... sure. you commented sarcastically with a smirk.
- But... I knew... I want serious. he explained calmly. "With you" he added and then stated "Which is insane because I do not know you and... you do not know me."
- It is insane. you commented and inhaled deep. You didn't feel threatened and to be honest you had not felt like you had been in danger but you had panicked because you usually dealt with situations like this by just walking away.
- It is scary, you know... he stated and then added "...To be so certain about something." You held your breath to keep your emotions in control but then you gasped and swallowed once while listening to Dwayne speaking with a calm tone. "I knew that if I come here and spend more time with you..." he said, paused and added as a final statement "....I wouldn't want to leave." The statement was almost too much to handle because you knew that Dwayne would eventually leave... whether he wanted or not... even if you didn't want him to and therefore you shifted your eyes elsewhere for a moment but shifted them back to Dwayne when he asked you to look at him.
- I thought it would be easier just to walk away, but then I realized that... he said and paused to lift your hand on his lips, pressed a soft kiss on your wrist and crossed his fingers with yours as he lowered your hand on the pillow again, this time holding it just softly. "...The easy way is not always the right way" he said and after a quick pause he added with a sincere voice "Staying on that bus would have been a terrible mistake and I would have regretted it." He noticed that your breathing calmed down as you stayed silent and processed the answer in your mind. It was funny in a way because you had been afraid of the exact same thing, getting emotionally involved so suddenly, and therefore you had been basically relieved when you had thought that you had gotten ditched.
- Do you want me to let you go? Dwayne asked because he didn't want you to feel unconfortable or threatened, he had just wanted to explain and to make sure that you listened to him.
- No. you sighed with a tiny, shy and slightly hesitant smile on your face.
- Are you sure? he asked and then added "You seemed a little-"
- Panic-y? you asked and chuckled a little.
- A little, yeah. Dwayne said and then continued with a soft voice "I would never hurt you." He knew that he was a large, strong guy and therefore being pinned down by him was possibly be a terrifying experience and therefore he had to make sure that you knew that you had nothing to be scared of with him. "You know that, don't you?" he asked and released your other hand so he was able to cup your face with his.
- Yeah. you now that you had calmed down again. "I didn't even think you would" you stated and squeezed his hand. "Seriously, I wasn't scared" you said because Dwayne looked at you with a very concerned expression on his face. "It's just... I usually run... and now I couldn't" you blabbered and added "New stuff." Dwayne smiled and repeated "New stuff" with a relieved smile.
- So... Dwayne said, lowered himself carefully on you again, released your hand and wrapped his arm around you to hold you close once more. When he had gotten comfortable as well as made sure that you were comfortable, he asked "Can we get back to the part where we-"
- I want you to kiss me... you stated immediately, nodded with a confident smile on your face and then added "...Because that's like... just... Wow."
- Just wow? Dwayne asked with a smirk. "Let's see if we can make it better than just... wow" he murmured against your lips after he had leaned close enough to touch them.
Dwayne moved the arm that was embracing you lower and felt your back through your shirt as he kissed you in a way that left you breathless and made your head spin. Dwayne slipped his hand under your shirt, felt your side with confident and assertive yet gentle motions. He moved his hand on your hip, lower to your outer thigh and slid it to your leg. Then with one fluid, effortless motion he tucked you slightly lower, raised your leg to hug his hip and massaged the backside of your thigh with slow, intense strokes. You surrendered yourself into the kiss and let Dwayne lead you. You trusted him and now that you were not thinking about your every move constantly, you moved your hand under his shirt and pulled him closer with more confidence and demanded him to get as close to you as he could.
You stroked Dwayne's muscles, caressed his skin and enjoyed him doing the same to you. He moved in the same rhythm with the passionate kiss and you couldn't help thinking what it would feel like if neither of you had no clothes on. The thought was very exciting, arousing even and therefore you felt your insides getting tingly and your skin getting electrified every time Dwayne moved his hand on an area that was not covered with clothing. The feeling was so intense that you realized that this was the first time when you actually needed someone to touch you... this was the first time when you didn't make out with your date just because you felt somehow obliged to but this time... this time you really wanted it to happen... anything... everything... and by the end of the night nothing happened... you would probably rip Dwayne's clothes off while he was sleeping and make it happen.
Dwayne enjoyed your touches very much; the way you moved your hips against his, the way you wrapped your leg around him occasionally to get him closer or rubbed his calf with the sole of your foot. Your touches were loaded with passion, need and hunger but you were still gentle which made you so different from other women. Usually the women that Dwayne hooked up with tried to act like porn stars, just following a certain script without getting emotionally involved and that had been just fine for Dwayne... very satisfying physically. Now he was kissing you and even though the kiss was passionate and intense, deep and exciting... physically arousing, it was still different from anything he had experienced before. This time he was connected, physically yes, obviously... but also emotionally and mentally and therefore there was neither hurry nor urgency to get naked and end this evening with hot sex.
One way this was apparent was that even though your caresses were passionate, they were still very modest. Neither of you tried to undress the other or touch the other in a way that would have implied that sex was inevitable. Then secondly, the kiss intensified and subsided, sometimes fading away from hunger-filled strokes into light brushes, long calm gazes and lighthearted laughter. Dwayne drew back every now and then and stared deep into your eyes for many minutes, while brushing your hair, tracing your face with his fingertips and crossing his fingers with yours. You allowed each other to calm down and to catch your breaths before getting lost into the kiss once more. But this time he teased you by pulling back just when you thought that he was about to kiss you, making you playfully frustrated and growing anticipation for the kiss. Dwayne nibbled your lower lip quickly, sucked it a little and left you wanting more, he lured you to open your mouth for him with his tongue but when it was the time to actually claim your mouth, he just murmured against your lips that you shouldn't be so impatient.
Unfortunately the moment was cut short when Dwayne’s phone rang just as he was about to kiss you again. He reached to take his smart phone out from the pocket of his jeans and checked who was bold enough to call him during his time off. You opened your eyes and noticed Dwayne’s expression to change from calm and happy to deeply annoyed as he mumbled that he had to take the call. He touched the green icon and sighed deep before taking the phone to his ear. You turned your head and chuckled a little with a tone that was both slightly bitter and disappointed because it was unfair that exciting and… perfect buildup had been ruined by a stupid phone call.
- The worst timing ever. Dwayne stated to the caller and rolled on his back to lay next to you on the pillows and blankets. You got up because you didn’t want to eavesdrop on anyone’s conversation but in a two-room-apartment you kind of couldn’t escape it either, unless you escaped into your bedroom or into your bathroom… but at least you tried by getting up and going to the kitchen because that was the polite thing to do. You cleaned the stove while not-listening to the one-sided conversation that continued even though your guest tried to end it many times. Dwayne however was too polite to just hang up or maybe the caller was someone very important.
- Listen, something came up… he said and rolled his eyes while listening to the caller talking on the other end of the phone call. “…I will spend a couple of days here... Uhuh...” he stated and listened to the caller again. Dwayne got up and rubbed his chin while shaking his head and walking to the window of your living room. “Well, you work for me so you make it happen!” he exclaimed with a clearly annoyed tone and took a deep breath because he didn’t want to scare you by freaking out.
- Let's just say that there is something I need to…” Dwayne said and after a moment he commented “…Right... well, it's unimportant... cancel it.” Again he got very silent, serious too and his physique as well as mood got clearly tensed up while he listened to the person talking. “It doesn't matter!” Dwayne snapped and after a moment he stated “Okay, I have to go now... bye!” and the call was over. Dwayne put his phone on mute and placed it on the dining table. You had taken out your small birthday cake and set the table for the dessert after cleaning the stove and taking the cake-cutter-tool out from the drawer and placing it by the kitchen sink.
-Sorry about that. Dwayne said with a deeply apologetic tone and then continued by explaining “It was my manager.” He sounded annoyed even though you were pretty sure that he was trying to hide his irritation from you.
- Oh. you commented as you kept searching the cake server that could also be used to cut slices from the cake. You went through your kitchen drawers while listening to Dwayne talking with calm, yet slightly troubled tone
- He was booking the flights back to the States for tomorrow, but I'm not going to be on that plane.
- Why? you asked and froze still immediately. You cursed silently for two things; A) for asking such stupid question that could sound very rude… and B) for getting so disappointed to hear that Dwayne was going to fly away tomorrow. What had you expected? It was not like he lived here… and therefore it had been obvious from the very beginning that he would leave. You heard nothing but silence, no response from Dwayne and therefore you felt like you had to explain yourself. “I mean... if you have to go...” you said and shrugged your shoulders casually, knowing that Dwayne was staring at you, monitoring your body language as well as your tone for sure. Finally started to look for the cake-tool again as you swallowed the bitter disappointment as well as you could.
- No, I don't. Dwayne said and after putting his hands on your shoulders, he continued by speaking with calm, reassuring tone “This was the last stop of the tour. Now I'm going to take a holiday.”
- Can you... you began and stopped looking for the cake-tool again. “…Do that?” you asked and stared at the kitchen wall. It made no sense that you had allowed yourself to get so attracted to Dwayne almost instantly and you never let yourself to be so hasty as well as irrational but now… it had happened and for some strange reason you had managed to develop a crush on your guest in a mere few short hours.
- Hell yeah! he said and turned you around to face him. You flashed a smile to hide your real feelings but you couldn’t meet the intense gaze of your guest because if you did, he would surely read you like an open book and that you did not want. Oh, no sir! You very rarely let anyone to see it when you felt confused, sad or disappointed and surprise-surprise, now you were feeling all those feelings at the same time. It was quite enough that he had seen you panicking and then turn almost viciously sarcastic and defiant.
Dwayne placed his hand under your chin and guided you to look at him. You however mumbled something about the cake-cutter and turned around to search for it again. Dwayne brushed your hair to your other shoulder, exposed your ear and buried his face in the crook of your neck, right below your earlobe and made a low “Mmmm” –sound that made your knees turn into boiled spaghetti again. He placed his hands on your sides, on the level of your waist and slowly slid them on your upper stomach, pulling you into a tight embrace. Dwayne caressed your neck with his lips, brushing it and pressing soft kisses on your skin while you felt his chest rising and falling against your back in a calming manner. “I’m not going anywhere” he murmured into your ear and told you that you smelled so good.
- Will you not get into any trouble? you asked and then added hesitantly “I mean… contracts-“
- Well, technically… Maybe. Dwayne replied, speaking against your neck and reached to grab the tool that you had been looking for from the edge of the kitchen sink where it had been this entire time, waiting for you to take it to the table. You noticed Dwayne taking the cutter and chuckled “Silly me.”
- If my manager wants to be a complete jerk about it. Dwayne said and walked to the dining table, sliced two pieces of cake with the tool and lifted them on the two plates that had been set already. “Then, yeah… but I don’t care” he stated and sat down. You made quickly sure that the table was ready and after opening another bottle of sparkling wine, you sat down as well.
- Shouldn't your cake have candles? your guest asked to lift the mood up a little.
- Yeah, I suppose. you commented and smiled briefly before continuing. “But-uhm… I don’t think I have had candles on my birthday cake since I turned… fifteen” you commented as casually as possible.
- So… how do you make the birthday wish then? Dwayne asked curiously.
- I… don’t. you sighed and muttered that you hoped that the cake was going to be good.
- Wait. You do not make any wishes? he asked with a slightly confused tone.
- Oh, come on! Birthday wishes are for children and Hallmark Channel –movies. you chuckled and sank your spoon into the cake. It was clear that the phone call had pretty much ruined the mood from both of you and even Dwayne, who was usually the true image of optimism, had to admit that the situation didn’t look too good; he could defy his contract and possibly get into trouble… get sued even… which was just perfect because it had been ages since the last time the action-hero had felt anything even close to what he had felt when he had kissed you… so he could basically take his chances and stay no matter the consequences… or spend the night here, pretending that he was not going to leave and then sneak out in the morning when you were still asleep. The option two was a dick-move and he knew that it would look bad… but the thing was that he didn’t want to say goodbye to you… not yet.
You and Dwayne started to eat the cake slices in silence. You filled your glasses with the sparkling wine and emptied your glass with one long gulp after which you filled it again. You did your best to smile at Dwayne every time your eyes met but you knew that you couldn’t hide your true emotions in front of such skilled people-reader. It was just your luck; you met someone nice and interesting… an overall great guy who was on top of everything tall and handsome… and the physique… Oh gosh… and his personality… everything about him just… kind of clicked... and then just as things were going into the right direction, he had to leave! If you had made a birthday wish, this would have been exactly what you would have wished for; a date with a guy like Dwayne… and the second date… and the third… fourth… fifth… a lifetime of dates with a guy like Dwayne… or a lifetime of dates with Dwayne... followed by a life with Dwayne.
- You know, you should make a wish. Dwayne said, took a lighter out from his pocket and lighted a flame in front of your face. You chuckled and rolled your eyes because you were somewhat amused for the importance of birthday traditions. Sure you appreciated that Dwayne was trying to cheer you up but… it just felt so unfair that you, in a way, were living a dream… but the problem with dreams was that it was going to end sooner or later… and in this case it was going to end sooner. “Very well, I will make the wish for you” Dwayne said and blew off the flame of his lighter. He put it back into his pocket and smirked at you while finishing the rest of his cake-piece.
- What did you wish for? you asked curiously.
- I can’t tell you. he commented and emptied his wineglass.
- Well… it was my wish after all. you chuckled and poured him another glass. You filled your glass as well even though your glass had not been yet empty.
- And it will not come true if I’ll tell you. Dwayne stated firmly, although his voice was friendly at all times.
- Now you sound like a Hallmark –movie. you mumbled into your wineglass. You noticed that your constant negativity was affecting Dwayne’s mood because you were shooting down his best efforts to make you feel better so you put your glass away and sighed. “That was unnecessary” you mumbled to yourself while shaking your head. You took a deep breath, apologized for being such a party pooper and leaned back in your chair. You smirked at the man sitting by the opposite side of the table, facing you, then you stated “I just don't want you to get in trouble because of-“
- You? Dwayne asked and interrupted your statement. He had not expected that statement but it had been quite obvious that there was something bothering you. If this had been the thing weighing on your shoulders so much, then Dwayne was more than happy to tackle the subject.
- I’m not assuming that I would be significant enough to get you into trouble. you spoke hesitantly after forming your chaotic thoughts into words. You chuckled a little because you were well-aware that Dwayne was a big movie star and you were… well, no one important and since you didn’t even know him… and even though you had kissed him… and that didn’t really mean anything… although it had had felt pretty damn special… to you at least… the point being… you didn’t want to sound like a self-centered, egoistic fan-girl who assumed too much, ignoring completely the lack of evidence… just because nothing like this happened to you and your life was and had been so predictable.
- You will get me into trouble. Dwayne smirked at you and then added “Hell, I'm waist-deep in trouble already!”
- You're not helping. you commented and rolled your eyes.
The real problem was that you didn’t have a kind of sensor that would have started to blink every time someone like Dwayne was just casually flattering you or saying nice things just because it was polite to say them. Oh no, because the truth was that you usually pretty much said what you really meant and therefore it was impossible to filter the things that didn’t really mean anything from things that were to be taken seriously. You knew that Dwayne was smooth with the ladies and he surely knew what to say to them to make them feel special… but the problem was that you were not used to it, smoothness, and now you were getting worried that you didn’t take the smooth-with-the-ladies –talk as casually as you should have. For example when Dwayne talked about being already in trouble because of you, you instantly twisted it into something like he likes you so much already and oh-my-gosh-he-wants-to-marry-me… Okay, maybe not that extreme. The bottom line was that even if he had been just flirting for fun… you would most likely have taken it more seriously than you should have.
- Don't worry about it. I know what I'm doing. Dwayne commented and put his hand on yours since you were resting it on the table next to your plate. He brushed your fingers with his and it was almost unbelievable how a large guy like Dwayne Johnson was also so gentle and considerate. Of course you knew that being strong didn’t necessarily mean being Hulk who just smashed everything without any adjustment or fine tuning but the truth was that you had not expected Dwayne to be so… nice and down-to-earth… especially knowing that he had gotten famous by kicking asses and the characters he played in his blockbuster movies were usually the one-dimensional tough-guys. Suddenly Dwayne took your hand, got up and pulled you up as well and then said "How about that massage?