September Fifteenth @ 8:14am
She woke to the ghosting touch of fingers caressing along the slope of her back with utmost care. Groaning she drew her arm up from the side of the bed and tucked it against her naked side. She was only mildly aware that she was not in her own bed and what part of her knew this didn't care.
"You awake?"
Sven's rich voice drew her more awake, more aware to the world around her. This was not her bed. It was far too large to be her own. These walls that were coming into view where not her loft's walls. This was not her place.
Combing back the wild wealth of bubblegum pink from her face she looked over her shoulder until she found the sight of Sven, whom was equally as naked, sitting on the other side of the bed but more toward the foot of it, with a hand stretched out to her back. Mild pressure was offered to her aching muscles but obviously done just to feel skin. "What time is it?"
Sven chuckled and looked over to the clock on the wooden bedstand nearby. "A little after 8. You've been sleeping pretty hard. Bad dreams again?" The question was spoken in a way that suggested he wasn't attempting to pry but was worried.
"Crap." she mumbled and pushed her hands into the bed in order to lift herself out from under his touch and into a more sitting position, "I'm going to be late for work."
"Hey take it easy. I doubt Claire is going to flip if you are a little late."
She paid no mind to his efforts to keep her there and leaned over the side of the bed to fumble for something to wear. Catching the sleeve of the shirt there, his shirt, she slid it on and made her way off the bed.
Things the night before had escalated far too quickly and she was just now starting to remember. Her going swimming at a beach she was familiar with. She had been to it several times over the course of the week. She hadn't expected to find Sven there, already in the water. In fact she had taken her clothes off and got into the water before she had even noticed him.
It had started with talking. Just a friendly night time banter among friends that turned into him kissing her. From there it was his hands all over her and the next thing she knew? She was waking up in his bed. Judging by the bedhair she saw in the nearby mirror it had been hot, heavy, and wild. Of course that could also be said of been the rope laying on the ground.
"Your sister is going to kill me." Sven chuckled as he stretched out and watched her. She looked so petite in the shirt and it made him grin wide knowing fully well that it was his shirt she was filling in.
"Yeah well I don't plan on telling her. It isn't like we are going to make this a habit." she mumbled over her shoulder while looking for her skirt. Holy crap! Where was her clothes! Did they end up being left at the beach?
"We didn't do anything wrong, Serah. You are a grown woman and you looked as if you needed stress relief." He chuckled and leaned back while he continued to observe her. "I might have to drive you home. Don't think you can make it home like that without showing off some of the goods." If his grin could grow any wider he'd split his face.
She saw his grin and rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up! You are enjoying this way too much." She laughed and started to button up the shirt. "Drive me home, Sven."
"As you wish, your majesty." He spun out of bed and bowed at the waist to her.
The view was a bit much and it wasn't the bow she was paying attention to. "Put some clothes on!"
"What is the matter? Not enjoying the view?" His head tilted and he looked at her mischievously.
"Shut up."
He started to prowl her way and on instinct she started to back up until he had her pinned to the wall. Pinching her chin softly he smiled down to her. He didn't speak but his intense eyes spoke volumes. She heard him loud and clear too. The closeness had her holding her breath and it was only when he released her and stepped away that she released the breath.
He got dressed and guided her down to the garage where his car was waiting. The drive to her loft was quite for the most part, both in their own little world of thoughts. He did eventually speak out as they arrived to the building in the Old Marketplace. "You know you should look into finding a better place. Don't you think this place is too small and not very well protected?"
She shrugged her shoulders at him while slipping out the car. "It is what I can afford and it isn't that bad. It is really cozy and comfortable."
"Alright. Better get in before someone spots your naked rear."
She squeaked when he reminded her that under that shirt she was stark naked! "Later!" she chirped and quickly headed into the building.
He'd wait until she was inside before shaking his head. "Playing with fire. Claire really would kill me." Chuckling to himself he headed back to his place to make up for the sleep that he missed the night before.
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She woke to the ghosting touch of fingers caressing along the slope of her back with utmost care. Groaning she drew her arm up from the side of the bed and tucked it against her naked side. She was only mildly aware that she was not in her own bed and what part of her knew this didn't care.
"You awake?"
Sven's rich voice drew her more awake, more aware to the world around her. This was not her bed. It was far too large to be her own. These walls that were coming into view where not her loft's walls. This was not her place.
Combing back the wild wealth of bubblegum pink from her face she looked over her shoulder until she found the sight of Sven, whom was equally as naked, sitting on the other side of the bed but more toward the foot of it, with a hand stretched out to her back. Mild pressure was offered to her aching muscles but obviously done just to feel skin. "What time is it?"
Sven chuckled and looked over to the clock on the wooden bedstand nearby. "A little after 8. You've been sleeping pretty hard. Bad dreams again?" The question was spoken in a way that suggested he wasn't attempting to pry but was worried.
"Crap." she mumbled and pushed her hands into the bed in order to lift herself out from under his touch and into a more sitting position, "I'm going to be late for work."
"Hey take it easy. I doubt Claire is going to flip if you are a little late."
She paid no mind to his efforts to keep her there and leaned over the side of the bed to fumble for something to wear. Catching the sleeve of the shirt there, his shirt, she slid it on and made her way off the bed.
Things the night before had escalated far too quickly and she was just now starting to remember. Her going swimming at a beach she was familiar with. She had been to it several times over the course of the week. She hadn't expected to find Sven there, already in the water. In fact she had taken her clothes off and got into the water before she had even noticed him.
It had started with talking. Just a friendly night time banter among friends that turned into him kissing her. From there it was his hands all over her and the next thing she knew? She was waking up in his bed. Judging by the bedhair she saw in the nearby mirror it had been hot, heavy, and wild. Of course that could also be said of been the rope laying on the ground.
"Your sister is going to kill me." Sven chuckled as he stretched out and watched her. She looked so petite in the shirt and it made him grin wide knowing fully well that it was his shirt she was filling in.
"Yeah well I don't plan on telling her. It isn't like we are going to make this a habit." she mumbled over her shoulder while looking for her skirt. Holy crap! Where was her clothes! Did they end up being left at the beach?
"We didn't do anything wrong, Serah. You are a grown woman and you looked as if you needed stress relief." He chuckled and leaned back while he continued to observe her. "I might have to drive you home. Don't think you can make it home like that without showing off some of the goods." If his grin could grow any wider he'd split his face.
She saw his grin and rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up! You are enjoying this way too much." She laughed and started to button up the shirt. "Drive me home, Sven."
"As you wish, your majesty." He spun out of bed and bowed at the waist to her.
The view was a bit much and it wasn't the bow she was paying attention to. "Put some clothes on!"
"What is the matter? Not enjoying the view?" His head tilted and he looked at her mischievously.
"Shut up."
He started to prowl her way and on instinct she started to back up until he had her pinned to the wall. Pinching her chin softly he smiled down to her. He didn't speak but his intense eyes spoke volumes. She heard him loud and clear too. The closeness had her holding her breath and it was only when he released her and stepped away that she released the breath.
He got dressed and guided her down to the garage where his car was waiting. The drive to her loft was quite for the most part, both in their own little world of thoughts. He did eventually speak out as they arrived to the building in the Old Marketplace. "You know you should look into finding a better place. Don't you think this place is too small and not very well protected?"
She shrugged her shoulders at him while slipping out the car. "It is what I can afford and it isn't that bad. It is really cozy and comfortable."
"Alright. Better get in before someone spots your naked rear."
She squeaked when he reminded her that under that shirt she was stark naked! "Later!" she chirped and quickly headed into the building.
He'd wait until she was inside before shaking his head. "Playing with fire. Claire really would kill me." Chuckling to himself he headed back to his place to make up for the sleep that he missed the night before.
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