urbandev | [111]

"No you aren't."

He adjusted himself so he was resting against her side, one arm tucked snugly around her hip. With his free hand he gently moved her hair where it wouldn't get caught under them, his lips finding hers in the semi darkness as they settled together.

"Mmmm, I'm not," she murmured softly, the question hanging between them as she pliantly leaned into the kiss. Her hand shifted to slide along his chest.

He purred into the space between them, nuzzling against her cheek when the kiss came to an end.

"You're not. You're looking forward to snuggling down and dozing off for another several hours." His lips brushed against her skin when he spoke.

Anita wanted coffee and something to eat since dinner the night before had consisted of Lestat's conjob to get them both down to the Cafe, but she was still tired enough to relish the thought of warm covers and several more hours of blissful sleep.

Hmm. Coffee or sleep?

"And how do you know this, hmmm?"

"Just hopeful"

Of course, no one told him there might be coffee.

He leaned in for another gentle kiss, threading his fingers into her hair gently.

Still really half-dozing, her lips curled into a slow smile as he leaned in, returning the kiss with subdued enthusiasm. She let it deepen slowly, fingers stroking his skin just as gradually.

"... sleep is a good thing. So's waking up like this."

He laughed softly, settling back into the kiss, letting it grow between them.

"I definitely agree, on both counts." His hand moves down her hip, caressing gently. He was looking forward to many more mornings like this.

Stretching like a sleepy cat, she rumbled and shifted under his hand, moving until the covers slid off of her torso.

"... I really like the bed. Nice and comfy."

He likes the bed, too. Specifically, he likes what's currently in the bed.

He traced over her tummy gently, gently tugging her against him.

"Glad you approve."

Her smile inched up a bit more, a single eyebrow raised as she was pulled against him. "Oh, I approve."

Still grinning, she stretched again, raising her arms to rest over her head on the pillow.

He recognized the invitation, allowing his hands to travel up the curves of her side, his thumbs tracing circles over her rib cage.

"Love you," he murmured, leaning in for another kiss.

A soft laugh fell from her lips as she wriggled a bit. Ticklish? Never.

"I love you, too. Always."

He let his forehead fall against hers, his eyes fluttering shut. Yesterday, he'd thought he'd never get to be here again.

His hands ran through her hair and he breathed in her scent, leaning in for another slow kiss.

He kept trying to tell her to go back to sleep, but how could she? The man she loved was curled up close to her, telling her he loved her and kissing her and, even in her half aware daze, she wanted nothing more than to stay right where she was, sleep or no.

She met him halfway, hands moving to slide along his shoulders.

Honestly, sleep was starting to slide away from him, now. He nuzzled into her neck, his skin prickling under the touch of her hands.

He pressed in against her, gently coaxing her lips apart so he could deepen the kiss. His fingers worked into her hair again and tugged gently at the strands as he stroked over her shoulders and neck.

She was rapidly waking up more with each moment he touched her, lips parting under his gentle guidance as her hands settled on his hips. She tugged a little in silent invitation, wanting him as close as possible.

He pressed in against her, tightening his arms around her hips to pull her closer.

He wanted her badly, but it was getting lost as he relished just having her in his arms, lying with him. He nuzzled in, trailing kisses over her cheeks and throat.

She tipped her head a little, shifting against him with a soft murmur. As much as she wanted him, she was content to be pressed close to him. The day before, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to be like this with him again.

He leaned up, kissing her again. His hands continued their exploration of her body, pushing the hem of her shirt up so he could trace over her stomach with his finger tips.

She was beautiful. He could never forget it, but it washed over him more every time he saw her. "I love you."

Again, she wriggled, laughing breathlessly as she took a playful swat at the offending hand. Nose crinkled with laughter, she looked up at him, letting the smile soften.

".... I'm so glad you're here. With me."

He returned the smile -- how could he not? -- and stroked his hands up, gliding them over her skin.

"So am I, beloved." He leaned in, kissing her again, gently.

Letting her eyes close, she sank into the kiss with a soft sigh, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"... I didn't think you were coming back."

He kissed her again, harder this time, as if he could prove that he was really there.

"I thought you didn't want me, love, that's the only reason I left. I could never live without you."

"Of course I wanted you. I just needed some time to think. I... didn't even really think about leaving until I heard you hit something in the shower. I just... couldn't be here after that."

Her arms tightened a little as she talked and as her words died away, she leaned up and buried her face in his neck.

"I punched the wall," he admitted. He pulled her in, stroking he hair and murmuring soothing noises into her ear.

"Shh, love. We're here now, and I'm not letting go."

He'd never!!

Riiiight.

Oh come on, look at this face!

It's a cute face, but it's a SNEAKY face!

Surely you're mistaken. He's the soul of honesty!

No, I do believe I'm sure it's him!

It can't be true!

It is!

It is!

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