The next thing you know, you are being woken by warm lips grazing the back of your neck and fingertips trailing up and down your arm. A slow smile stretches across your face but you continue to feign sleep as your back is turned to Taron, so that he will continue with whatever he plans to do next. Despite your disturbing dream, you actually had a very pleasant sleep afterwards and feel quite refreshed. You slept so soundly in fact, that you're still in the position you fell asleep in. Taron must've gotten into bed without even waking you. But you're definitely awake now and you wonder just how far you can let him go without moving. You feel his lips and warm breath on your ear just before he whispers, "I know you're awake..." Giving up your charade, you roll over to face him as he envelopes you into his arms.
"How did you know?" You ask sheepishly.
"I know the sound of your breathing. And the sound of your breathing when you get...umm... excited", he says with a wicked grin.
"Oh do you now?" You rebut sarcastically.
"Mmm hmm", he mumbles as he buries his face into your neck. You revel in the sensation and stretch your body closer to him.
"Waking up next to you five days in a row? How did I ever get so lucky?" You ask, pressing your arms fully around his back.
"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing", he responds as he pulls his face from your collarbone.
"What time is it anyway?" You ask, noticing that there is daylight peeking through the heavy drapes at the window. Taron pulls away from you to check his watch and you pout internally.
"Oh fuck, it's after 1:00. Guess we need to get moving if we're to get you that dress", he says as he makes to get up. But you grab him quickly by the arms to pull him down on top of you.
"No...", you whine. "Maybe I don't need a dress", you say as you pull his face toward you to pepper his cheek with kisses.
"As much as I love to see you naked love, I'm not sure that would go over very well with the high societal club at Elton's." At the mention of Elton and the impending party tomorrow, the blood drains from your face and romping with Taron is now the furthest thing from your brain. You can only imagine what others will be wearing and the looks you'll undoubtedly get as you are judged by everyone in attendance while they wonder what someone like you is doing with Taron. Obtaining the perfect dress now seems like the most important thing in the world, even though the rational side of you knows that this doesn't really matter in the slightest.
"Right", you agree as you push him off you and swing your legs over the bed to climb out of it. Straightening the rumpled mess of your pj's, you scamper away and disappear into the bathroom to take care of business, leaving Taron to stare after you. When you return to the room, you find him now sitting up in the bed, knees pulled forward and gazing at you as you emerge.
"Everything ok love?" He asks, a small smile playing about his lips. You can tell that he isn't really concerned, but actually teasing you a bit, probably knowing that your social anxiety is kicking into overdrive and thinking that you're overreacting as usual.
"Yes, I'll be better once we eat. Will that be anytime soon?" You ask as you walk toward the large window to attempt to open the thick heavy lined curtains.
"Sure", he responds. "Where would you like to eat?" He asks as if you would have any idea where to dine in this unfamiliar place.
"Umm, how about right here?" You gasp as you draw back the curtains to reveal one of the most gorgeous views you've ever seen. The balcony is probably the size of your bathroom back at home, and holds a teakwood table with two matching chairs. As suspected, the balcony overlooks the sparkling Mediterranean Sea with a strip of land jutting out into it from the hotel. An old brick lighthouse on an island or peninsula maybe, can be spotted some hundred yards out, and there a few fishing boats dotting the expanse of ocean. Far off into the distance are white tipped mountains that almost look like snow, but upon further inspection look more like the sun is glinting off them at just the right angle. All in all, it's a magnificent sight. Your eyes go wide as you take it all in and you smile when you feel Taron's arms go around your waist from behind you.
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The Make-Up Artist: Part 2
FanfictionA continuation of the The Make-Up Artist. I struggled with how and if I should continue this story. I've had this idea for a second part since I finished the first one, but thought I should just leave the story as it is. However, I guess I am havin...
