Rescue Me
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Angst › General
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Adult +
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
830
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Two
My body starts to curl, to jerk away. A loving arm curls around my waist and IÕm pulled against a long, lean body. I sigh softly, half awake, and snuggle against the person beside me.
People often ask me why I toss and turn in my sleep. Simple. Night brings a subconscious terror of pain. When someone sleeps beside me, I will kick and punch in a sleepy attempt to protect myself from a threat thatÕs long since passed. But if someone holds me, I donÕt move.
I think it allows me to feel safe. These thoughts are flitting through my mind as I move closer to the warmth and comfort and safety of the body pressed against my back.
A soft voice murmurs in my ear. ÒGood morning.Ó I glance at the clock and sigh, Five oÕclock in the morning. The man wakes up at the oddest times.
I turn my head and look over my shoulder at him, a sleepy smile on my face. He presses a light kiss to my lips and I sigh again.
ÒYou okay?Ó He asks. He always asks me that. When I nod, he says. ÒAre you sure?Ó
He can be so annoying sometimes! I just yawn and, turning my head back around and facing away from him again, I murmur. ÒJust tired.Ó
He nods, I can feel the movement of his head against me. he pulls me up against him, wrapping an arm around my waist. I pull the blankets up over our shoulders and move closer to his warmth.
Neither of us is the smartest of people. Actually, weÕre both extremely intelligent. However, we both do some really stupid things. ItÕs the middle of winter and all heÕs wearing is a tee-shirt and briefs. IÕm wearing a pair of satin boxers and a spagetti-strap tank top.
Fee him him shift, I shift as well, pressing back against him. Apparently, all my rubbing and pressing against him got him up. I bite back a laugh and debate about it for a minute.
After all, I love the guy. And heÕs one hell of a lover. I mean, IÕm a *really* horny person, especially for a girl, and he holds his own with me. And I can\'t think of anything better to do at five AM then have hot sex. Except maybe sleep.
And if we have sex, we wonÕt stop for several hours. Then weÕll shower-together of course-which will lead to more sex. Then weÕll have to eat because weÕll be hungry. And that means IÕll have to make breakfast. Once weÕve finished breakfast, IÕll have to clean up the kitchen and heÕll go to work. And IÕll probably end up working on my book. So, in essence, sex means the end of my sleep for the night.
Should I or shouldnÕt I? I yawn again and opt for sleep. I love the man beside me, but some things come first. Like sleep. I snuggle against him and he tightens his grip on me. With a soft, contented sigh, I fall asleep.
A/N: Okay, I may put erotica in this fic, but itÕs basically up to my reviewers. And the main plot is angst. Also, this is loosely based on my life. In this, the main characters are older then my bf, my friends, and I are, but they are based on us! Some things are, obviously, pure fiction! Please review, I love reading them! All flames will be laughed at! à Saira
People often ask me why I toss and turn in my sleep. Simple. Night brings a subconscious terror of pain. When someone sleeps beside me, I will kick and punch in a sleepy attempt to protect myself from a threat thatÕs long since passed. But if someone holds me, I donÕt move.
I think it allows me to feel safe. These thoughts are flitting through my mind as I move closer to the warmth and comfort and safety of the body pressed against my back.
A soft voice murmurs in my ear. ÒGood morning.Ó I glance at the clock and sigh, Five oÕclock in the morning. The man wakes up at the oddest times.
I turn my head and look over my shoulder at him, a sleepy smile on my face. He presses a light kiss to my lips and I sigh again.
ÒYou okay?Ó He asks. He always asks me that. When I nod, he says. ÒAre you sure?Ó
He can be so annoying sometimes! I just yawn and, turning my head back around and facing away from him again, I murmur. ÒJust tired.Ó
He nods, I can feel the movement of his head against me. he pulls me up against him, wrapping an arm around my waist. I pull the blankets up over our shoulders and move closer to his warmth.
Neither of us is the smartest of people. Actually, weÕre both extremely intelligent. However, we both do some really stupid things. ItÕs the middle of winter and all heÕs wearing is a tee-shirt and briefs. IÕm wearing a pair of satin boxers and a spagetti-strap tank top.
Fee him him shift, I shift as well, pressing back against him. Apparently, all my rubbing and pressing against him got him up. I bite back a laugh and debate about it for a minute.
After all, I love the guy. And heÕs one hell of a lover. I mean, IÕm a *really* horny person, especially for a girl, and he holds his own with me. And I can\'t think of anything better to do at five AM then have hot sex. Except maybe sleep.
And if we have sex, we wonÕt stop for several hours. Then weÕll shower-together of course-which will lead to more sex. Then weÕll have to eat because weÕll be hungry. And that means IÕll have to make breakfast. Once weÕve finished breakfast, IÕll have to clean up the kitchen and heÕll go to work. And IÕll probably end up working on my book. So, in essence, sex means the end of my sleep for the night.
Should I or shouldnÕt I? I yawn again and opt for sleep. I love the man beside me, but some things come first. Like sleep. I snuggle against him and he tightens his grip on me. With a soft, contented sigh, I fall asleep.
A/N: Okay, I may put erotica in this fic, but itÕs basically up to my reviewers. And the main plot is angst. Also, this is loosely based on my life. In this, the main characters are older then my bf, my friends, and I are, but they are based on us! Some things are, obviously, pure fiction! Please review, I love reading them! All flames will be laughed at! à Saira