“You don’t snore.” Lee said, tearing her eyes away from his abs and smiling up at him. “You get a little grabby sometimes but I like that.” She said. Of course she’d excused the times she’d woken up with him pressed hard against her, poking her with something other than his fingers. He was a guy. Guys got morning wood. It wasn’t like he could help it, even if it did make her mouth go dry and her thighs want to part.
She tried to think of something clean to wipe that image from her head but now he was reaching up and getting glasses and she gave up on purity of thought for the evening. “Wine good. Food good.” She said, hopping down off the counter and looking at the shirt in her hands. Maybe if she changed she’d feel less like he was half naked and she was perving while fully clothed. “Okay. Two minutes.” She said, tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek and missing, catching the edge of his jaw instead. She grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom, changing in thirty seconds and brushing her hair out, twirling it up and putting it back messily in a clip. The shirt was about a million sizes too big for her and it hung off one bare shoulder, but it was long enough that she her little sleep shorts were just barely visible.
Lee didn’t even bother looking in the mirror. He’d seen her in much worse states of sleepy/drunk/passed out. She bounced out of the bathroom and over to him, looking at the food. “That looks amazing.”
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Date: 2015-03-15 11:27 am (UTC)“You don’t snore.” Lee said, tearing her eyes away from his abs and smiling up at him. “You get a little grabby sometimes but I like that.” She said. Of course she’d excused the times she’d woken up with him pressed hard against her, poking her with something other than his fingers. He was a guy. Guys got morning wood. It wasn’t like he could help it, even if it did make her mouth go dry and her thighs want to part.
She tried to think of something clean to wipe that image from her head but now he was reaching up and getting glasses and she gave up on purity of thought for the evening. “Wine good. Food good.” She said, hopping down off the counter and looking at the shirt in her hands. Maybe if she changed she’d feel less like he was half naked and she was perving while fully clothed. “Okay. Two minutes.” She said, tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek and missing, catching the edge of his jaw instead. She grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom, changing in thirty seconds and brushing her hair out, twirling it up and putting it back messily in a clip. The shirt was about a million sizes too big for her and it hung off one bare shoulder, but it was long enough that she her little sleep shorts were just barely visible.
Lee didn’t even bother looking in the mirror. He’d seen her in much worse states of sleepy/drunk/passed out. She bounced out of the bathroom and over to him, looking at the food. “That looks amazing.”