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Sunlight was beaming through the curtains, pulling Giselle from sleep, and normally, she would be rather eager to start her day. But at the moment, she was having a rather wonderful dream, one that involved both her and Robert, and the last thing she ever wanted was to wake up. Cuddling closer to the man beside her, she buried herself against the crook of his neck and tried her best to drift away again. He felt warm in her arms, soft, yet sturdy, and the world was starting to vanish around her, when she realized she could feel his bare chest pressed against her own.
Very reluctantly, she opened her eyes, and blinked a few times, her vision blurry. She stared at his torso for a moment, then slowly looked down at herself. Their legs were tangled together in such a way that she couldn’t quite tell where she started and he ended. His skin was pressed against hers, his arm wrapped tight around her waist, and as her eyes trailed over him, vague memories of her dream began to flood her mind. Images of Robert’s fingertips gliding across her chest, and stomach, flashed before her, his lips kissing what felt like every inch of her body.
As she continued to stare, Giselle’s face grew hotter, her heart jumping inside her chest. Had that all been a dream? Surely not if they were lying beside each other like this. But, perhaps, she was still asleep. Maybe what she was witnessing now was nothing more than her own imagination playing tricks on her.
The thought made her stomach jump, and she hesitantly brought her hand to his chest. She kept her touch feather light, fearing he might disappear before her eyes, but his heart beating steadily against her palm helped confirm he was real. He was truly lying beside her, naked, in her arms. She bit her lip as a smile started to spread across her face.
Looking up through her lashes, Giselle gazed at his sleeping face and felt a swarm of butterflies begin to swirl around in her stomach. Slowly, she made her way up and gently ran her fingers through his messy hair. Her thumb traced over the shell of his ear, and she leaned closer, kissing his cheek, then his nose. She then continued her journey, traveling across his shoulder, and down his bicep. Their blanket was tossed loosely over his hip, and she stopped just as her finger hit the material, though a small part of her desperately wanted to push it aside.
Waking to the sight of Robert had always been wonderful, but waking to the sight of him naked? Oh, it was far better than anything her imagination could have created. Lying with him now, tangled up in his embrace, she wondered if she might be able to convince him to never wear clothes to bed again.
Giselle giggled as the thought crossed her mind, and trailed her fingertips back over his side, and up his arm again. Curls were tumbling over his forehead, and she carefully brushed them aside, then leaned in, and kissed the spot between his brows. Robert twitched in response, his hold on her tightening ever so slightly, and she gently traced her thumb over the line of his jaw.
“That tickles,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Giselle’s smile widened and she bumped her nose against his. “Good morning,” she murmured, resting her hand just above his hip.
His eyes cracked open, and a tired, but nonetheless happy, grin spread across his face. As he lazily stretched out beside her, his gaze trailed down her chest, and she could feel her cheeks grow warmer.
“A very good morning.”
Sliding her leg against his, she lightly circled his hip bone with the tip of her nail. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Very well.” She slowly ran her knuckles along his stomach, and up his chest, and felt her head start to grow a bit fuzzy. Before she could truly lose her train of thought, she forced herself to stop exploring. “But I am much happier to be awake again. I missed you.”
Robert chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “You missed me?”
“Yes. You were in my dreams last night, as you so often are,” Giselle brought her finger back to his jaw, her gaze dripping with adoration as she enjoyed the feeling of his stubble against her skin. “But those dreams are nothing compared to the real thing.”
It was his turn to blush now, and he began mimicking her actions. His fingers danced lightly across her lower back, then made their way up her side, and over her shoulder. Goosebumps formed along her skin as she looked into his deep blue eyes, and he stopped just when he reached the crook of her neck. Carefully, he tucked her hair behind her ear.
“You’re kind of a sap, you know that?” His tone was playful, but there was a soft smile on his face as he gazed back at her.
“I don’t know why that still surprises you.” She traced the tip of her thumb over his bottom lip slowly. “And you are quite the sap yourself, so you are not allowed to tease me for it.”
“But I like teasing you.”
Giselle ignored his comment, playfully shaking her head, and pressed her palm flat against the center of his chest. She had done her fair share of exploration the night before, of course, but seeing him now, in the sunlight, it all felt so different. Things felt calmer, almost, slower — she felt like she could truly take her time, and learn every inch of his body, familiarize herself with every freckle on his skin, every faded little scar.
There were marks on his neck, ones she vaguely remembered leaving behind, and she drew an invisible line between them, connecting each one. Shifting beside her, Robert tucked his finger under her chin, and inched closer, bringing their lips together. She responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around him, and instinctively rolled onto her back. Her smile grew when he followed, and she felt her heartbeat quicken when his hand curled around her hip.
He began trailing slow, tender kisses along her jaw, and down the length of her neck, and Giselle breathed out his name, her fingers tangling in his hair. As Robert journeyed over her chest, and stomach, she dragged her foot along his side, desperate to wrap herself tight around him. Heat was bubbling inside her veins, each kiss sending a shock down her spine, and she wanted nothing more than to lose herself under him, but a loud grumbling noise suddenly filled the air, and they froze, his lips pausing just below her bellybutton.
Embarrassment crashed over her when she realized what the sound was, and slowly, she met his teasing gaze with a sheepish smile.
“Was that your stomach?”
“Sorry.” An awkward laugh tumbled out of Giselle. “I do not normally wait so long to eat.”
Humming, Robert pressed a kiss between her breasts, and lingered there for a moment, then made his way up again, and kissed her lips.
“Come on,” he brushed her hair back, slowly running his thumb along her cheekbone. “I’ll make breakfast.”
He sat up, then, much to her dismay, and stretched his arms out. The muscles in his back moved with him, and that, combined with seeing the faint scratch marks her nails left behind, more evidence of what they had done together, caused heat to start pooling in the pit of her stomach. Reaching her hand out, she allowed her fingers to dance along his skin, and he looked over his shoulder with a curious half-smile.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Giselle pushed up onto her elbow, and leaned closer, pressing her lips to his backside. “You know, I’m really not all that hungry. We could stay here a little longer, if you’d like.”
As if on cue, her stomach growled again, louder this time, and she let out a huff. Chuckling, he took her hand into his and opened his mouth, no doubt ready to tease her again, but instead, she ignored her body and pulled him closer with a mischievous grin.
“Kiss me.”
“Giselle...” Robert’s palm slid along her side as he laid down again, their lips meeting softly. “You need to eat.”
“And I will,” she said, cradling the back of his head. “After we make love.”
Her hands were tingling as their kiss deepened, her fingers knotting his hair. Wrapping her other arm around him, she fell back against her pillow, and he started to crawl over her, but once again, her stomach interrupted. The noise rumbled through the room, breaking them both from their daze, and Giselle whined, tossing her head back.
“You know,” he laughed. “We can have sex after we eat. It’s not like there’s a time limit on this activity.”
“Yes, I do know that,” she grumbled. “But I do not want to wait.” Giselle bit her lip as she trailed her fingers through the hair on his chest. “I have waited a long time to finally see you like this, and I want to keep exploring. And kissing.”
Robert looked away, his expression shy, almost, though he tried his best to hide it, and gently took hold of her hand just before she could slip it in between them.
“I don’t think your stomach is going to let you do any of that right now.”
She wanted to argue, to repeat herself, and keep insisting that they ignore it, but unfortunately, her stomach spoke for her again. Letting out a long, overdramatic sigh, Giselle accepted defeat and nodded.
“Fine. I suppose we can have breakfast first.”
Chuckling, he kissed her lips one last time, then rolled away again. Sitting up herself, Giselle stretched her arms up above her head, and nearly climbed out of bed, but stopped when she caught sight of Robert now standing in front their dresser. He had been so careful in the past, making sure he was completely covered any time she was in the room — she knew taking the next step, making love, would change things, of course, but she wasn’t prepared for just how wonderful having access to all of him would truly be.
As he dug through one of the drawers, Giselle found herself captivated by his shoulder blades, and her mind started to wander. Memories of Robert’s hands dancing across her skin flashed before her again, along with images of his head ducking between her legs, his fingers curling around her thighs, his teeth delicately marking her body — a spark lit in her stomach, small flames coursing through her veins, and she brought her fingers to her lips as the feeling of his mouth working against hers began consuming her thoughts.
“Giselle?” She held back another whine as the fantasy faded away and noticed Robert was standing at the foot of the bed. He had pajama pants on now, and a t-shirt was dangling loosely in his grasp. “Are you going to get up?”
“Oh. Oh, yes. Sorry, I was just…” Giselle felt her heart skip a beat as he lifted the shirt over his head. “Distracted.”
Once again, she didn’t— couldn’t move, her eyes trailing down the length of his torso, and he let out a quiet chuckle. Stepping closer, Robert sat down in front of her and brought his hand to her cheek. She swallowed as the flame in her core grew stronger, and slowly, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. Moaning softly, Giselle wrapped her fingers around his biceps and felt herself start to fall back against the bed, but before she could, he pulled away.
“Get dressed so we can eat,” he murmured with a playful voice.
Her face grew hot as she stared at him, her lips parted, and she pushed him away with a huff.
“It is not nice to tease, you know?”
Robert laughed as she threw the blanket back and slipped out of bed. “Tease?”
“You cannot keep kissing me like that if you just intend to stop when I…” she exhaled sharply. “It is not fair, Robert.”
“And how, exactly, was I kissing you?”
There was a small smirk on his face, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at her, and, oh, how she wished she could pin him down against the bed, and— Giselle could feel her nails digging into her palms, her heart beating faster inside her chest.
“Do not look at me like that either, please.”
“Like what?”
“That!”
She pushed his cheek lightly, then stormed over to the dresser, and began rummaging around for something to wear. The sound of Robert’s quiet footsteps approaching came from behind her, and she tried her best to ignore him as she slid on a pair of underwear. Just as she grabbed a shirt, his hand moved across her lower back, and curled around her hip, pulling her closer.
“How should I look at you then?”
His lips pressed against her shoulder, and for a moment, Giselle couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Her eyelids were starting to feel heavy as he trailed his mouth along her skin, her mind growing fuzzy, and she tilted her head to the side ever so slightly. Robert then kissed a particularly sensitive spot below her ear, one she only just learned about the previous night, and a quiet groan escaped her throat. She started to turn in his embrace, fully intent on losing herself in him all over again, but he leaned back with a smirk — the same frustrating smirk she so desperately wanted to wipe away, bite away if she could.
Staring back at him, her eyes narrowed. “You are doing it again.”
“Doing what?” He feigned innocence, his brow raising.
“You know exactly what,” she grumbled. “You are smart. And you have… experience.”
Robert chuckled. “With what?”
“Driving me crazy!”
Pushing his hands away, she blindly grabbed a shirt from the top drawer and yanked it over her head.
“What do you think you’ve been doing to me the last several months we’ve been dating?”
“That is not the same.” Giselle placed her hands on her hips, and he reached out, grabbing her sides. “You have dealt with these feelings before, you know how to handle them, how to… resist things. I do not.”
Shaking his head, Robert leaned in and kissed her forehead. “That doesn’t mean I wasn’t just as flustered.” He spoke in a low voice, his face inching closer, and closer. “Consider this payback for all the times I had to watch, helplessly, as you walked around the apartment in nothing but my shirt.”
“I never walked around in just your shirt!” Her mouth fell open in disbelief. “I have slept in your clothes, plenty, but—”
“My shirts, and a pair of underwear. That’s torture, Giselle.”
Giselle blinked. “It is?”
“Yeah. And now,” his grip on her waist tightened. “I’m going to torture you right back.”
Before she had the chance to register the words he said, Robert was burying his face in the crook of her neck. The stubble on his cheeks tickled her skin as he nuzzled himself against her, and she squirmed, pressing her hands against his chest.
“Robert! Stop that!”
Loud laughter poured out of her has he hoisted her up onto the dresser, and her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. Her nails dug into his biceps as she tried to fend off his playful assault, and then his lips were trailing up, peppering kisses over every inch of her neck, and face. Caressing his cheeks, Giselle redirected his mouth to hers and pulled him in for a tender kiss — one that finally made them forget all about breakfast.