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My consiousness slowly emerges from groginess as I wake up, seeing nothing but black. My eyelids are glued shut as one of my arms keeps a thick blanket in place over my shoulder, the other wrapped around my boyfriend as his slow, cold breaths land on me. He isn't awake yet, so that just leaves me to stare at his beautiful face until that changes. And sooner or later, it does.
"Good morning, OJ.” I smile, happy to know that he’s awake and can hear me.
“Mmm,” he mutters, his mind seeming to take longer than usual to sober up to the world.
“I can help you wake up, if you want~” I offer flirtatiously.
“Paper…” OJ replies, a tired groan mixed in with his soft, tender voice. “It’s too early for that.”
“Are you sure?” I whisper, moving closer to him so my lips brush his. He smiles, and a soft friction caresses one of my corners, the result of two fingers lightly rubbing against it.
I can already feel myself getting warmer from the inside out. Every time I’m near him, he sets a fire within me that refuses to be stifled.
I slowly open and close my mouth so I can taste his better. I know he must have that same fire in him, because not only does he kiss me more intensely, but he takes his hand away from my corner, slides it under my arm, and uses it to pin me against himself. Naturally, I return the favor, placing my hand on his back and pushing him toward myself.
We remain in this position for as long as we can, until we inevitably separate because we need to breathe.
“That was amazing,” OJ says, panting.
“It sure was.” My gaze is locked on his eyes, just like his are on mine, and once we both get enough air back, he pushes me toward himself yet again and wastes no time feasting on my lips.
All I can smell is citrus. All I can taste is the sweet, succulent taste of oranges, and all I can feel are his lips, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, his hands that hold me with an endless, delicate grip, and his arms that keep me curved just perfectly around his cylindrical body.
My arms wrap around him, my fingers interlock, and I squeeze his tough, glass exterior as much as I can manage as my mouth tries to give OJ as much love as his is giving mine.
One of my legs wraps around OJ’s base, and he responds by shifting his weight to lie on his back so I can wrap the other around him, myself sandwiched between him and the soft bedsheets. He folds his legs to fully enclose me, and just as I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, he-
MEEP! MEEP! MEEP!
Ah, yes. The dreaded alarm that reminds us of our daily duties.
OJ reluctantly lets go of me - his irritation is written all over his face - and turns the alarm off. He then faces me again, one of his arms still holding me, and interlinks his free hand with mine. “Should we continue this later?”
The metaphorical fire inside me blooms to encompass my whole face in warmth. I stare into his beautiful, perfect, smitten eyes as I breathe out, my entire body on fire for him as my mouth automatically curves into a smile. “Absolutely.”
He leans in and softly closes his eyes. The sweet, succulent taste of his lips gives me an ecstatic euphoria like no other. I cannot bring myself to pull away from it, from him. The ecstasy is short lived though, as he only gives me a moment of it before pulling away.