Waking Up

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Author's Note:

This is part 2 of today's double update. Angst warning! But hey, we all know, it'll be all OK at the end, right? ;)

Love you,

K. xx

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Fiona stretched, and a sweet lush shiver ran through her body. She wiggled her toes and nuzzled her pillow. Except, that's not a pillow. She slowly opened her eyes, and lifted her face to look at the man - whom she was basically lying on top of. She must have shifted closer and closer in her sleep, tucked herself under his arm, and then creeped up and– Oh god, that's so embarrassing.

'Give me space, Fee.' 'Why do you always have to touch me, Fee?' 'Your hands are cold.' 'I'm not your hot water bottle, move your feet away.'

Fiona held her breath and started slowly sliding off him. And then his left arm under her twitched - and he scooped her and placed her back on top of him. More so, now both his arms were wrapped around her, her palms splayed on his chest, her hands trapped between them.

Oh god.

And he was asleep. Well, most of him. Oh... Your measly weight is on top of that part of him, and you've just squirmed on it. What did you expect? Fiona squeezed her eyes shut. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it!

Oh god, he is very proportionally built, isn't he?

Shut up!

Fiona pressed her hands into his chest and started slowly rising, hoping to free herself from the bearhug without waking him up - and consequently pressing her lower half into him more. He made a low rumbly nose in his throat - and his hips bucked on the bed. Fiona painfully bit into her bottom lip.

Fiona, he's asleep. He can't say 'no.' You're taking advantage of him. The thought made her sober up immediately.

"Will," she squeaked. "Will, you're– You have to let me go," she said in a begging voice.

He hummed, as if agreeing, and pulled her down. She felt him press his nose into the top of her head.

"Please, let me go," she whined, tears rolling over her eyes. God, if only she were allowed to stay like this, and maybe touch him too, and– "Will!"

He hummed again, muttered something about coffee, and rolled on his left side, taking her with him, pressing his hips into her firmly. Fiona could almost taste blood from how hard she was biting her lip. She could feel the heat of his body, with her back, her buttocks, and her legs. She squeezed her knees, fighting the heady pull in her stomach.

And then she felt his body tense.

"Bugger," he spat out, and jerked back from her, pushing her off his left arm. "What– Fiona? Are you– asleep?"

"No," she squeaked, "I'm not."

Her voice broke, and a sob bubbled in her throat.

"God, I'm– so sorry," he growled. "Fiona, I'm–"

"It's alright," she said. Her voice was nasal. She still couldn't turn to him. Don't let him see what a slobbery, snotty cock-up you are.

"No, it's not!" he barked. "I'm sorry! Bloody hell... Please, look at me. I won't touch you, but–"

He will never touch you again. Another sob burst out of her, and she covered her face.

"God, I'm sorry." He sounded absolutely gutted. "Do you want me to leave, or–"

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