"Mine too," he says, and he nuzzles his nose into her hair as she fits herself tighter against him. His fingers rest on the elastic of her panties, on the edge of slipping inside. "May I...?
"If you're feeling up to task. You're awake?" She asks as she runs her fingers up and down his arm. She thought he might want to curl back up and sleep until the sun was higher in the sky.
"Barely," he says, but it doesn't matter: something else is quickly being roused from an alcohol-soaked slumber. He kisses her scalp and slips his fingers under the fabric to gently stroke her with thick fingers.
"Now that there isn't anything between us," he says, and it doesn't occur to him until right then to glance over his shoulder and check that their bedroom door is closed. Safe. He exhales slowly.
Touching her never gets old, and still being tired enough to go right back to sleep makes it easier to just mindlessly play with her, untethered from any self-consciousness. He groans quietly into her hair as he touches her –– he's so lucky. The luckiest man alive.
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“It felt much longer,” he says. “But I suppose you sounded fit to burst.”
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"Heard that, did you? Believe me, I wouldn't have gotten out of bed unless it were urgent. You're so warm."
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"Never. I would have stayed there forever, had my body not betrayed me."
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One of his hands idly roves down her ribs to settle between her legs, just holding her.
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He was so cute. She doesn't mind if that memory is hers alone.
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He’s holding her right now, after all.
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Impossible when he radiates warmth.
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"I'm glad you still desire me even when you're barely awake. I'm lucky."
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He slips a finger between her lips, still slow, still lazy.
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Now that they're determined to be together and share this bed.
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They both know why. Jill laughs once she sets her head back down.
"No accidents."
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He slips a finger just inside her.
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"What a problem to have."
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Touching her never gets old, and still being tired enough to go right back to sleep makes it easier to just mindlessly play with her, untethered from any self-consciousness. He groans quietly into her hair as he touches her –– he's so lucky. The luckiest man alive.
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