You Can't Hide Beautiful

Jason looked upon his fiancée with adoration as she lay sleeping soundly next to him in their bed. Her soft brown curly hair spilled along her back and shoulders, some of the ends tickling his nose as he snuggled in close behind her, wrapping his arm protectively around her waist. The mid-morning sun leaked in through the gaps of the closed blinds, ignored altogether by the sleepy couple still in bed. Saturday mornings were meant for sleeping in, and neither of the pair was interested in changing that fact. The addition that this morning was a cold Christmas Eve morning made the desire to sleep in even stronger. Marea's long eyelashes fluttered against her cheekbones lightly in response to Jason's movements, but she did not wake. She made no motions other than the soft rise and fall of her breast as she breathed in and out with the slow and heavy pace of one asleep. Jason brushed her hair out of the way and kissed her bare shoulder gently before resting his head on it, more than willing to lay next to her for a little while longer.

Jason's eyes wandered around the room. He'd gone to bed early the night before, and was not sleepy now, although he didn't want to get up, either. He was content to let his mind wander and to watch Marea sleep. He thought she was even more beautiful when she slept; her features would relax and, often, a hint of a smile would be playing at her lips. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and remembered the first time he'd seen her smile. That day, almost seven years ago, was always remembered by Jason as a long, although happy one.

They'd met in college, fresh out of high school, both of them trying to get used to a new educational system. Both were enrolled in the same math class, and during classes, both of them wished to have been somewhere else at the time. In high school, Jason was always the popular guy who everyone knew. All the girls wanted him and all the guys wanted to be him. His brilliant dark blue eyes the colour of an ocean stood out strongly against his dark brown wavy hair, and standing six foot three inches, he was taller than most. His hair was wavy and soft and just long enough for the ends to spill slightly over a high shirt collar. He usually kept himself clean-shaven, but sometimes allowed a bit of stubble to form whenever he was lazy. He didn't think much about his weight; he guessed he could have lost a few pounds, but he was healthy and for the most part had a defined body.

He had a mostly Italian background, and loved food almost as much as he loved to cook it. He was an intelligent person, loved to play sports, and was popular with teachers as well, putting him in the limelight at his former school. He was plunged into college, however, with none of that base group of people he knew and he was unsure of himself in such a different environment. He was no longer in automatic favour, and he kind of liked this idea of a clean slate. Walking into math class and plunking his overly expensive textbooks on the desk without getting talked to was a relief for him, and he enjoyed his time scanning the classroom. Just before the bell rang, a girl quickly paced in through the door, and chose the first empty seat she saw, beside him. It was obvious she had been running to class as her cheeks were flushed and sweat was beading on her forehead. She tried to discreetly mop her brow, embarrassed, but nobody was paying attention to her, except for Jason.

He was getting bored of watching the professor prep for class so he decided to study his new neighbour. She was taller than most for a girl, and was most definitely at least a head shorter than he. Her brown curly hair was pulled back and twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck, while strands constantly loosened and broke free to frame her face. Her eyes were solid brown, and studying her profile, he noted that her lashes were long and her lips, especially her lower one, were full. Her skin was tanned, and the look of her in general suggested a Hispanic background. She took no note of his scrutiny and flipped disgustedly through her textbook, obviously loathing the formulas in front of her. His eyes swept over her from head to toe, and the first thing he took note of was her physical size. She was not a small person, and her broad shoulders stuck out like a sore thumb in being larger than most. Her body was not trim, nor was it obese. He saw her suck her stomach in, a sign she was not fully comfortable in her skin. The gesture caused him to look at her face quickly, but she was still absorbed in her book, so he continued his gazing. Her breasts were largeish, but seemed smaller in comparison to the rest of her, and her thighs fit along with the rest of her body. He rested his head on his arm, taking her in interestedly. Most people wouldn't have given her a second glance over. Still, something about her intrigued him. Her features were lovely, and he found it endearing the way she frowned as she studied her text while hugging her arms around her in an attempt to hide her middle. His train of thought was interrupted by the professor clearing his throat and introducing Math 101.

Some months later, they had already become fast friends. They were study partners, and worked well together. Jason had found her personality addicting from just a few minutes into their first conversation after their first math class together. She had turned to him and smiled, offering her hand and introducing herself. Jason shook her hand and felt a twinge inside him as he gazed at her smile. He loved seeing her face light up, and she looked very pretty when it did. Her smile was bright and genuine, and matched her personality, he soon found. She was open and energetic, and often liked to shock him by saying out of place things, which were also sometimes suggestive. He couldn't help but chuckle along with her as she laughed at his facial expressions when she said something random and/or innuendous.

Their friendship built up over their next years at college, and Jason had a few tough relationships, through which Marea was always there to support him. She educated him of the wonders of cookie dough ice cream, and she always made sure to let him know she was there for him. His support for her came in a slightly different form. She was more than dissatisfied with her appearance, as most girls are, and no matter how many times Jason tried to tell her how he felt otherwise, she would still sometimes end up in a low mood. He would help her through these and distract her as well as encourage. When her boyfriend cheated on her, he held her and soothed her, and over time helped her build up her shattered confidence. The two of them became very close, and their other friends began asking them when they were going to start being an item and banging each other already.

Jason smiled to himself when he thought of how foreshadowing that joke was, and tightened his grip around Marea's sleeping form. He looked over at her again and kissed the corner of her mouth, laughing softly as her lips twitched in reflex response.

He remembered clearly how after a while, every time he saw her through the years, he had a feeling whose meaning he could not fathom. His stomach would sometimes do a flip if she looked at him, or his arms would ache to hug her close to him at times. The day her ex-boyfriend cheated on her and she dumped him, about two years into their friendship, he held her close as her body shook with silent sobs. He stroked her back, and realized how right it felt to have her in his arms. He loved her, and he knew it, but he couldn't tell her. What if she didn't love him back? What if it ruined their friendship? He didn't want to chance it, and thus kept silent for just over a year whilst wanting her from afar.

He snuggled in and listened to the ever-playing radio, now on some country station Marea had tuned it to sometime last night. That was one thing that he never understood about her: her taste in music. What with a mix of country, folk, rock, pop, easy listening, and some metal, her music playlists were scattered, but nonetheless amusing to listen to. He listened to the music, too comfortable to get up and change the station. A man crooned out lyrics, "Then she falls asleep with just my t-shirt on, and even when her hair's messed up and her makeup gone, you can't hide beautiful, you can't hide wonderful..." His ears pricked up at the song and remembered hearing it several times playing on Marea's MP3 player. He gazed at her sadly and hugged her closer, realizing how much she needed to realize such a thing for herself. He remembered how through the years despite what she thought of her body, he always thought she was gorgeous. He just wished she would see it for herself. The first time they'd had sex was the first time she'd ever had an enjoyable experience during lovemaking, and it tugged on his heartstrings to remember how she held him tight to her in the afterglow and began to cry, burying her face into his neck and thanking him over and over. The hand draped over her belly clenched into a fist and his mouth set in a firm line as he thought with distaste about her previous boyfriend. The asshole had not treated her well; it was obvious in the way she reacted with surprise, embarrassment, or hesitation when Jason gave her compliments. He began to sing softly along with the radio, "Everytime she moves she gets me, she doesn't even know she's sexy..." His voice trailed off as he realized how stupid he probably sounded, but he couldn't help singing the chorus quietly to her. His low voice murmured into her ear, "You can't hide beautiful, you can't hide wonderful..." and abruptly stopped when she stirred. He cringed, and waited to see if she was awake or not. Marea sighed softly and picked his arm up off of her. Obviously awake, she turned around to face him and draped his arm back over herself.

"Hey," she purred sleepily and nuzzled his cheek, her eyes refusing to open.

"Hey yourself," Jason kissed her nose and tightened his grip around her.

"Have I ever told you that you have a beautiful singing voice?"

"Mmm... nope. Don't think so."

Marea yawned, "Well you do... please don't stop..." Her eyelashes tickled his collarbone as she nestled her head under his chin and wrapped an arm around him, eyes still closed.

Jason lifted up his arm and brushed a lock of hair away from her face. "You really do have bad taste in music, don't you?"

"Mmm... shut up." She smiled against his chest and squeezed him against her a little. "Go on. Sing, please?"

Jason felt himself blush a bit as he sang with the radio, "No way to disguise the way that she shines, you can't hide beautiful..." He stroked her back and within a few seconds she had dropped off to sleep again, her leg hooked around him and her naked chest pressed against his. He sighed contentedly and rested his head on hers. The feel of her soft curves pressed against him was a turn on, and he vowed after he'd let her have a bit more sleep he'd wake her up with his fingers between her legs. He slid his hand down her back to cup her full bottom, and stroked her skin softly and lovingly. He remembered the first time he ever saw that delicious butt of hers without the jeans. They were roommates, and he and Marea shared a bedroom and slept in bunk beds due to lack of space in their small apartment. They were very comfortable around each other; Marea would often wander around the apartment wearing only a towel after a shower, and he would often lounge in only his boxers. They had been rooming together for about half a year before they became a couple exactly four years ago. For him, that night was one of those nights you just never forget.

He and Marea were having a nice Christmas Eve movie night at home and they, being bored with the movie, ignored it and began talking. The movie ended, and although the gas fireplace kept going, Marea complained of a chill. Jason suggested she get a blanket and they curl up with some hot chocolate and maybe try another movie. He offered to get the drinks going if she would get the blanket, and Marea agreed, stating she needed to have a shower and change into pyjamas anyway. Marea headed for the bathroom and Jason rifled through the cupboards looking for the cocoa powder. After ten minutes of searching (and spilling the contents of a mystery spice container on him) he decided to ask Marea if she knew where it was and to change his now messy shirt. He figured she'd be out of the shower by then and in a towel, so he pulled off his dirty shirt and knocked on the door and gave her a few seconds before opening it and walking into the dim room. What he saw made his jaw drop and his shirt fall to the floor in astonishment. Marea, glistening wet from the shower, was sitting on her lower bunk naked with her legs spread and her fingers rubbing her sex. Jason felt he should apologize, leave, and shut the door behind him, but he just stared at her and she just stared at him, each of them embarrassed for the other. Jason held her gaze and took a chance. He thought to himself "Now or never," and whispered softly, "No... please... don't stop."

Marea had curled up into a ball on her bunk in an effort to hide her body, and looked at Jason, confused and hopeful all at the same time. He slowly walked over and sat down beside her on the bed, his eyes taking her in from her dripping curls to her little toes. Marea's face reddened as he picked up her towel and started to gently dry her hair a little, and she snatched the towel away and draped it over herself, trying to hide herself from his view. Jason gently cupped her face in his hands, looking at her with eyes full of concern, and simply said, "Do you want me to leave?" He gazed deeply into her eyes, furrowing his brow, worrying that he had said and done the wrong things.

"Yes... No! I just... don't... I just don't know if you'll like what you'll see," her voice faltered as she broke his gaze and huddled tighter, hiding under the towel.

With that, Jason put his arms around her and picked her up with ease to sit her on his lap, pushing the towel off of her body. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "No more of that bullshit, okay? I should have told you this over and over and over for years until you got sick of me. To me, you are perfect. I want no more and no less than you, and you have no idea how much..." He put his hand under her chin and turned her head to look him in the eyes, and said what he'd wanted to say for a long, long time.

"I love you."

Marea looked into his eyes, fighting back tears, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She whispered, "I love you too," and kissed him. Her hair dripped water all over them both as her lips pressed softly against his. Jason guided her body so that she was straddling his lap and facing him, and pulled her close. His fingers traced patterns up and down her back as their first kiss elevated from soft and sensual to a more passionate level. Marea's hands entwined in Jason's hair, and she moaned softly into his mouth as his hands slid down to cup her bottom and squeezed it gently. As much as Jason wanted to grab her and shaft her into the mattress, he controlled himself and took his time. "This is the first time she'll have had someone take care of her, and I'm going to make sure she has the most enjoyable time she's ever had," he thought to himself, and resolved to slowly but surely draw her pleasure out of her tonight. He would not rush, and would take his sweet time enjoying her body as she enjoyed his.

Marea cupped his face into her hands and broke the kiss, breathing a little more rapidly and licking her now swollen, red lips. She looked down at him lovingly and furrowed her brow in thought. He looked back up at her, taking in the scent of her fruity shampoo, and looked at her questioningly. "Do you want to stop, babe?" The endearment rolled off his tongue before he knew what he was saying, and she blushed, pleased, and smiled at him.

"No... it's just... I wanted to tell you that... I've never... actually... done this before... with someone else..." she faltered, pausing in between her words. She quickly added, "I've done some things, but I haven't..." her voice trailed off, looking at him worriedly.

He caressed her face, and kissed her lightly again. "Shh," he murmured into her lips, "don't worry. I'll take care of you." He stroked the back of her head gently and nuzzled into the hollow just below her jawline, licking the soft skin. "Are you still on that pill?"

Marea moaned softly and tightened her grip on his wavy locks. "Yes," she managed to whimper, and shivered as Jason blew cool air over her shoulders.

"Excellent," Jason nibbled on her tender flesh and noticed her shaking slightly. "Let's get you dried off first, though," he said with a concerned voice, "I don't want you to get cold." He grabbed her bottom and stood up with her still wrapping her legs around his hips. Marea gripped his neck and shoulders and cried out in surprised pleasure as her still-engorged clit shifted against the denim of his jeans and sent bolts of electricity through her body. Jason smiled at her and set her down gently. The wet stain on Jason's jeans stood out and he grinned, eyeing the cause of the mark nestled in between Marea's thighs. He took a good long look at her body, and frowned at her attempts to hide herself with her hands. He grabbed her hands and held them at her sides as he kissed her again and looked at her seriously. "Don't do that," he begged. "Don't hide from me."

She looked at him worriedly, but obediently kept her arms at her sides when he let go, her face turning pink with embarrassment. He kissed her forehead and picked up her towel, lying in a forgotten pile on the floor. He patted her body dry and worked the towel through her curly tresses, absorbing some excess moisture out of her shoulder-length hair. All the while she pressed close to him, trying not to meet his piercing gaze lest she turn a deeper shade of red. He sighed sadly, upset that she should feel so much loathing for herself, and nuzzled at her neck once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his touch, pressing her naked body against him and moaning softly. He reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his strong arms, and carried her to the bed they were just on. He sat her down on the bed, pushing her gently to lean back against the wall. He nudged her thighs open and spread her legs wide, inhaling the scent of her already wet sex. His thumb pressed against her clit, making her hiss with pleasure, and his fingers stroked over her soft freshly shaven mound. Her arms wrapped around her middle, and he frowned at her, willing her to stop with his eyes. She looked away and tightened her grip on herself, almost forgetting what she was feeling between her legs.

Jason suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked at her intently, as if he was deciding on something. She slowly looked up to meet his gaze and was almost floored by the amount of desire she saw in his eyes. He stood up, stepped back, and undid his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down his legs, revealing a raging erection standing proudly away from his body. Marea looked at him appreciatively, enjoying the view she had of his beautiful form. His chest was broad and his limbs were strong, and his tan skin was smooth over his muscles, every so often rippling as he moved. His chest had a light sprinkling of dark hair on it, and Marea's eyes travelled down his body, watching as his chest narrowed to his waist and hips. She noted and smiled fondly to herself at the slight love handles around his middle, and at the hint of a treasure trail leading toward the mat of trimmed pubic hair planted just over his hard cock. She stared at it, mouth slightly open in wonder. It was long and thick, and so deliciously hard. The mushroom head was circumcised and was a slight shade of purple with precum oozing at the tip. Her intense gaze was enough to make even Jason blush, and it was his turn to feel nervous. His stomach did that oh-so-familiar flip he knew so well, and he moved to kneel between her spread legs on the bed.