The Screenplay

Ben's lips closed in on Eilla's bare shoulder, leaving a lingering feeling of warmth. Eilla slowly opened her eyes and quickly shut them again. She let out a small grunt indicating she was not ready to wake up yet. Ben sat up in the bed and pushed the covers off of his legs and piled them onto Eilla. Her eyes slowly opened again. "Not yet," she mumbled, when she saw Ben beginning to open the blinds.

"Its time to get up, babe," Ben said, quickly spinning the wand on the wooden blinds, letting light spill out all over his girlfriend, who was curled up in a mess of blankets and her curly brown hair. She put her hand over her eyes to sheild them from the glaring rays. Her other arm reached out toward Ben, her index finger slowly curling into her fist, summoning Ben to rejoin her in Ben. He sat beside her, resting on the mound of blanket. "Not this morning, I have to get ready," he said apologetically.

"You have, like, two hours!" Eilla moaned from under her tangled locks, her hand still palm-up over her eyes.

"Yeah, until my flight leaves. I have to be at the airport in an hour and I still haven't packed." Ben stood up and pushed the mountain of bedding to his side of the bed, leaving Eilla no choice but to get up. "And you have to get to the store, don't you." Eilla nodded slightly and sat up, flinging her legs over the side of the bed, wiggling her toes. Ben looked at her, like he had so many times before, loving the way she looked in the morning. She was wearing his boxer shorts and her tank top from the day before, her dark brown hair swooped to one side in a curly disaster that was still stunning beside her round face. Her blue-gray eyes were barely open, but they were still sparkling and happy, and when she stretched her arms above her head to yawn, her breasts rose and her long fingers spread out and her nose bunched up.

"Please?" Eilla said sweetly, arms still raised, nose still slightly scrunched. Ben couldn't resist her like that. Ben hesitated, but was absolutely unable to control himself when she dropped her arms behind her and rested on her elbows, arching her back slightly. He stepped to her and crawled onto the bed beside her, pushing his lips so hard onto hers she fell from her elbows flat on her back, which warrented a slight laugh.

"I gotta make this quick," Ben said softly, pulling on Eilla's shorts, she wiggled her hips letting him pull them completely off. She gave him a wide, toothy smile and pulled him in for a rough kiss, barely hitting his mouth her lips rested just under his nose. They readjusted their lips to meet properly, then wasted no time putting their tongues to work. Ben managed his way out of his own shorts, and let his left hand make its way up Eilla's side, around her shoulder, and up her arm until he finally had her hand, which he placed on his chest, assuming she knew exactly where he wanted her to go. Her hand darted down instantly to where it needed to be, where she caused excitment with her stroking motions. Her hips were rising steadily up, waiting for him to be ready to enter her. It didn't take long at all before Ben was consumed by Eilla, thrusting with no rhythm, only all the power he could muster in the morning. Eilla bit her lower lip, lazily but still encouragingly wrapping her legs around him as he buried his head between her neck and her hair. She felt herself becoming more and more energetic, more and more aroused, and closer and closer to the edge with each unexpected movement from Ben. It seemed like no time at all before Ben was moaning heavily into Eilla's neck, shuddering from the pleasure, and Eilla was gasping sligtly, smiling wide, and breathing deeply. They laid still for a moment, before Ben kissed her forehead and said, "now I'm going to be late."

Eilla turned her face to his and softly kissed his lips. "Sorry. I love you." She smiled.

"Love you, too." Ben said before climbing off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

Eilla put on her jeans from the day before and picked up her phone. Theo had left her a text message last night, and she smiled to herself as she read it: 'she digs me.'

Ben emerged from the bathroom squeaky clean and still in his towel, and began to fling clothes into a suitcase. "I'm so late. I don't know if I can drop you back off at the shop," Ben said, his head flying back and fourth, unable to remember what he had and had not packed. "Do you think Theo could pick you up here?"

"Probably. Do you need help?" Eilla asked.

"No, I just have to hurry," Ben darted to the other side of the room for a pair of shoes he threw carelessly on top of his clothes.

Eilla went into his living room to call Theo. "Hey man," She said after his initial hello.

"Hi Ei," He said. "Are you coming to the store?"

"Actually I am but I'm at Ben's and I need a ride there."

"I'll come get you. I'm here already actually. I got up really early today."

"No kidding!" Eilla laughed. "Yeah, you can come get me now if that's cool. And we can discuss your date."

"Definitely. I'll be there in like ten minutes," Theo said, then he said his goodbyes.

Eilla went back into the bedroom where ben was just zipping up his hanging bag, dressed in dark jeans and a white and blue striped oxford. His shaggy light brown hair was still damp and falling into his green eyes, and his lack of time this morning was apparent in his stubbly face, which Eilla found incredibly attractive.

"Ok, I should be landing in Dallas at one, and I will call you when I get there," he said, walking to his front door. He opened it for Eilla, let her walked through and locked it behind him. They walked to his SUV and he threw in his luggage, then turned to her. "Have a good week baby." He said with a quick goodbye kiss.

"Bye!" Eilla waved as Ben sped away, as she stood on the driveway waiting for Theo.