“GiGi, come on…” He whined, pulling her by the hips to him.
“T-Theo! Don’t do that!” She squealed and blushed bright red, moving his hands.
Theo sighed and watched her walk back into the room, closing the door and locking it. GiGi, also known as Gianna. They’ve been together for about a month and it’s been a bit rocky.
Gianna was extremely shy and he was surprised that he even got her to talk to him. They met at a meet and greet for Luke Cage and she was a huge fan. He couldn’t resist checking her out. Dark auburn hair, caramel skin covered in freckles, big lips with popping lip gloss on, and her body. Dear lord, that body… It was perfect. Around 5’7, thick everywhere and he loved it.
It was one of the things she hated though. She hated how her thighs touched and her butt jiggled even when she wasn’t moving. How her breasts brought attention to her, no matter how hard she tried to hide them. The hips that swayed effortlessly. She hated it all. Her mother called it a gift but she thought it was a curse.
He loved it, he loved everything about her. How shy she was, her smile, laugh, even the days when she had the bonnet and unmatching socks. He loved it all. He took him a while to get her to open up to him, and he still hasn’t opened her up completely. Brick by brick he was getting to her though, and he was happy enough with that.
It took six months before she exactly said yes, 15 real dates and 30 ‘dates’. Multiple times when he whined for her to say yes, forcing her to hang out with him when she wanted to hide, making her go to gatherings to meet more people. He wanted to help her and be with her. He didn’t what she did to make him feel this way, but it was too late to go back now. He was in, forever.
“Gi, please. Open the door, we’ll be late!” Theo knocked on the door, sighing.
“I told you I didn’t want to go, Theo. I don’t fit in with your crowd.” Gianna yells back, diving under her covers.
“You know I hate it when you do that, Gianna. I don’t fit into a crowd myself. It’s for fun, and it’s at the beach. We can sit in the shade the whole time if that’s what you want, as long as you come.” He pleads, his hand on the door knob.
“You know how I feel about showing skin, I hate it…” She mumbles, “I’m too fat to be in a bikini and I’ll stand out if I show up in pants.”
“You’re not fat, Gianna! Open the door, now.” Theo growls, banging on the door.
“Just go away, Theo! Go without me, I’ll be fine.”
She sighs when she hears footsteps and a door slam. She just wasn’t meant for that type of publicity, she doesn’t even know why she said yes. She’ll only continue to let him down.
Getting up from her bed, she strips down to her birthday suit and turns the radio on the highest notch and grabs her sketch book. Plopping onto the floor, she hums along to the song and draws.
“Gianna.” Theo stands in the doorway, a credit card in his hand.
“T-Theo! What did you do to my door!?” She screams, turning the radio down.
“Doesn’t matter.” He mumbles, swooping her up and laying her down on the bed, hovering over her.
He leans down, capturing her lips in a kiss. “You.” kiss. “Are.” kiss. “Perfect.”
She blushes, shocked and slightly turned on. “Theo…”
“Hush, let me finish.” He mumbles against her lips, grabbing her face. “I’ll tell you it over and over if I have to for the rest of my life. You’re perfect. No one else is made to be just like you, you are a perfect you. If that makes sense. I love the way you are, and you should too. All of it, not just some bits and pieces but all of it and nothing will change that.”
She feels the lump in her throat form, the tears falling down her chubby cheeks. “Theo, I…”
“You don’t have to say anything but yes. Come with me to the beach. A little skin never hurt nobody, babe.” He wipes her tears and kisses her cheeks. “I know I’d love to see you in that bikini.”
She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply, biting her lip in deep thought. Her mind goes through all of the cons but all she can think about is seeing Theo shirtless.
“...Fine.” She mumbles, opening one eye. “But you have to be shirtless!”
“I was already planning on it.” He smirks, “I know you like it.”
“S-Shut up!” GiGi blushed furiously and pushed him off, sitting up.
“I get to pick the bikini too!” He yells, running to her closet.
“W-Wait! No, get away from my closet!” She stumbles off of the bed after him.
He bras we’re hang drying in there along with her panties, and there was no way he wouldn’t see them.
“Is this a thong? Babe, please wear this for me when we get back.” He turned and smirked at her.
She did the only thing she could; blush.
