“Are you okay?”
She lowers her hands slightly. “I just wasn’t expecting to cry in front of you tonight.”
“Cry? Are you upset; I meant it as a nice thing.”
She takes my face in her hands and rests her forehead against mine.
“Don’t worry, these are happy tears. It’s just, it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Everything you do is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
She kisses me and I lean in, wrapping my arms around her waist. Even though it’s awkward, we manage to fumble our way up the bed until we’re lying down, my legs resting between hers as I hold myself over her.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“You’re welcome, princess.”
I kiss along her jaw and down her throat, but when I reach the neck of her work t-shirt, I’m reminded that it’s still the early hours of Thursday morning, and after everything that’s happened, she still has two more days of college, and a diner shift tonight.
“As much as I’ve dreamed of fucking you in this bed, I know I need to let you get some sleep,” I say, lifting myself up to get undressed.
“Wait,” she says, “with everything that’s happened tonight, I want to be close to you.”
“We can still be close, you know I’ll let you snuggle in all night. I just wanna make sure you get enough sleep.”
“I know, but I need to feel you,” she chuckles, “can we at least have some slow sleepy sex?”
“Slow sleepy sex? Well that’s new.”
She’s reaching her hand into my jeans, and I’m getting hard, the way she’s touching me feels so good.
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” I moan, “we’ll need to be quiet.”
“We will,” she whispers, “we’ll have quiet… slow… sleepy… sex.”
We’re stifling giggles as we remove each other’s clothes. I settle between her legs and enter her, enjoying a couple of lazy thrusts. She lifts her legs and wraps them around me, while I continue to move slowly, peppering her face with soft kisses.She lets out little gasps of sound, every so often whispering my name, which I always reply with my own whisper of, “Elizabeth.”
I lose track of how long we lay there, gently moving against each other, our orgasms aren’t anywhere near as intense as usual, but having slow sleepy sex feels so good neither of us care. It feels amazing just being naked together, before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning it feels strange to be waking up in my bed; but smelling the vanilla in her hair before I even open my eyes reminds me that she’s here with me. She stretches in my arms and that’s when the alarm on her phone goes off.
“Morning,” I say, pulling her back into me as a little spoon.
“Morning, how did you sleep? Was it nice being in your own bed?”
“It was nice being here with you,” I chuckle, kissing her neck and shoulders.
“Your bed smells like you, I like it.”
“Mmm, but I’m never gonna be able to wash that pillow now because it will smell like your vanilla hair stuff, and I want it to stay like that.”
She laughs. “You need to wash it! I’ll have to be like a cat and sneak in here every now and again and rub my hair all over it for you.”
“Or you could just sleep in here with me,” I say softly, treading carefully in case it’s too much.
I’ve been telling myself that she’ll be safer if we keep us quiet, but what are the chances of Frank actually finding out?I can tell the guys that I don’t want him to know, they’ll understand. I can practically hear the cogs turning in her head as she thinks my words over.
“Can we wait until I next see Donovan?” she asks, “This isn’t the type of thing I want to tell him over the phone, I think it would be better to explain in person.”
“Wait, you mean, you’re ready to tell people about us?”
