Day Seventeen: Spooning

Day Seventeen: Thursday

Seventeenth Challenge: Spooning

A smile crept onto her face and her eyes slowly fluttered open, loosening her muscles and letting off a soft groan at the sudden soreness in her legs. She muttered a swear and kept her arms around the pillow she hugged while asleep, and suddenly realized the presence of a pair of arms around her waist as well as someone’s face buried into her neck. She turned her head slightly and saw a mess of red hair, and she chuckled softly.

He wasn’t quite awake yet. Ari closed her eyes once more, enjoying the close contact between them. Surprisingly enough, he fit her perfectly. Her body against his, he behind her and keeping his arms her to provide warmth. The younger woman let off a softer, content purr – she liked this position.

Matt stirred, and she kept still. She could feel him slowly easing and sleeping once more, and tried falling back asleep as well. Sadly, it wouldn’t work. She would have to wait for Matt to wake. However, she didn’t want him to be up so early – the woman felt that it was early morning. She tried to shift so she could turn to him, but it wasn’t quite easy.

Ari remained in that position and moved his arms a little, securing them a little more around her. Softly, she started to hum a soft tune under her breath, something she liked. It was too early to sing coherently, so she stuck with quiet humming instead to pass the time. This made Matt groan something under his breath, and she could hear his breathing go from deep to conscious, blurred words leaving his lips.

“Hey…” she shifted – much easier now that his grip was loosening – and faced him, smiling as he blinked the drowse from his soft blue eyes. “Hey, sleepyhead. Have a nice sleep?” she kept her voice faint, not wanting to startle him. The man nodded and yawned, murmuring something as he pulled her closer, wanting her head on his chest. “Aren’t you awfully cuddly today,” she commented, chuckling as she rested her head on his torso, her fingers lightly running up his sculpt chest. A shiver ran through him.

“Mm…I like cuddling.” His voice was thick. “I like spooning more, though…maybe we should do that more often.”

“Spooning? Like…what we were doing earlier?”

“Mhm,” he moved her up a bit so he could kiss her forehead. “I liked that.”

“If you’re a good boy, maybe we can much later or tonight.”

Even in his sleepy eyes, she could see a small spark of determination shine in them.

“I’d like that very much, baby…”