Trustworthy help

66. Appreciation hour

When I get home corpse seems asleep as I quietly peek my head into the bedroom. 'Done?' He asks with his eyes closed. I step inside, throwing off my jacket and socks before lifting the sheets. He opens his eyes and looks up 'Uhm.... hello?' He says as he looks at me seeing how I'm still holding the covers. After a bit he gets the message and moves back a little to make room. I get in bed on his side and lay down, hiding my face in his chest. 'How did it go?' He asks. 'Sleepy.' I say. He chuckles 'Yeah? Bit too early?' He asks.

'I hmph..... I don't.....' I get lost on words. 'Oh this is new.' He says sounding amused. 'I'm not.' I protest. 'Alright, then how did it go?' He asks. 'I helped.' I say happily, but sleepy as I'm surrounded by his warmth. 'Oh yeah? What did you do?' He asks. 'Chased some dude..... car thing ya know. Fast.' I say. 'Speedrun?' He asks. 'Yeh!' I say happily. 'So sleepy You is worse in talking then drunk you?' He asks. I press my face into his chest and blow, creating a fart sound, making me giggle as I close my eyes. 'Jesus.' He says with a laugh. 'I'm not sleepy.' I mumble and I hold on to his shirt. 'I'll come back to that in five minutes.' He says. I hum.

I wake up at eleven, corpse still with me.
'Not sleepy huh?' He asks teasingly. I whine. 'I'm going to get up and make us something to eat.' He says. 'Nooooo.' I whine even more. 'No?' He asks. 'No.' I pout. I'm still tired and I don't want to get up. 'Then what do I do? I already laid awake in bed all night.' He says.

I scoot down, till I reach his waist band. I slip my hands under his shirt, then my arms and my head. 'What are you doing?' He says. It's a little suffocating under the sheets and shirt, but it's warm. I kiss his stomach, feeling him move the slightest bit. 'What are you doing down there?' He asks. 'Appreciation hour.' I say. 'What?' He asks confused. I kiss him again, then again. 'Amelia.' He says. 'I won the lottery.' I mumble against his skin before planting another kiss onto his soft skin. 'I don't get what you're saying.' He says. 'You. I won the lottery cause I'm with you.' I say. I hug his waist/hips as I lay my head on his stomach. 'Come up here for a second.' He says. 'Hmm?' He moves the shirt off of me. I look up at him from where I am and he looks down at me, now under the sheets too.

'Come here.' He says. I wiggle my way up, still laying on top of him. He kisses my cheek before my lips. 'What's going on with you, huh?' He says softly. 'I'm in love with you. Lovesick that's what's going on.' I say. He raises his eyebrow 'didn't know you could get this cheesy.' He says. I kiss him quickly 'oh then I'll stop mister boyfriend.' I say. 'No don't-' he cuts himself off and looks away. 'Bub?' He doesn't look at me. 'Look at me bub.' I say. He turns his head, giving me room to kiss him. One of his hands goes down to my back as the other cups my cheek. 'Thank you.' He whispers, making me smile at him.

Nearly the whole say is spend in bed and each other's warmth.