I wake up, Dawson isn't awake yet. I hover over him and quietly say his name. Luckily, he's a light sleeper, so he wakes up. "Good morning," I say quietly and run my fingers through his hair. He smiles.
We get up and put some clothes on. Once we're dressed, I scroll through my music playlists on Spotify. Sleeping With Sirens, Latest Hits (preset), Pierce The Veil, Blink-182, Metallica, and Mix. I turn on mix because we both like Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce The Veil, etc. I lay my phone on the coffee table.
I go to the kitchen and get out a frying pan. I get out the bag of bread and ask, "How many grilled cheeses do you want?"
He replies, "Two."
I get out six pieces of bread from the bag. I turn on the burner and lay the bread on the pan. The pan heats up quickly, so I flip the bread. The bread looks about done, so I put a slice of cheese on three pieces. I get out two plates and put two of them on one of the plates and the one remaining on another plate.
I walk over to Dawson at the table and sit down next to him. We just sit there eating, and me occasionally giggling.
When we're done eating, I go sit down on the couch, and Dawson goes under the TV and get out a movie. The Fault In Our Stars. He puts it in the DVD player and gets the remote. He comes over and sits next to me.
I pull the blanket from behind us and cover us up with it. I nuzzle up to him and kiss his cheek.
When Augustus dies, I start crying. Dawson wraps his arms around me. I cry into his chest.
When the movie is over, I scoot closer to him. He kisses me, his hands cupping my face. I fall asleep, in his loving arms.
I wake up, Dawson not there. I look on his phone to see what time it is. 7:49. I look up because I hear a sizzling sound, it being Dawson cooking dinner.
After dinner, he cleans up, and lets me get a shower. I walk to the bathroom and get undressed. I start the water and set it on high. Once its warmed up, I start it and I can't hear anything in the other rooms. I let the water flow over my body, for about 5 minutes.
Then, I hear a small sound, not very noticeable, so I just think its Dawson making a sound in the kitchen. I'm facing the wall opposite of the exit. Dawson walks into the shower, me not knowing.
He puts his hands on my hips, startling me. I turn around, to see his bright face. I kiss him, joyfully. My hands go on his hips, pulling him closer. His length hits my thigh, he feels it because he grins.
I squat down, grabbing his length. I gently kiss the tip. Then, I deep throat him. I gag this time. "Fuck baby. I think I'm about to cum," he says. He cums all in my throat, I swallow it.
I release his length and he kisses me. "Can I?" He asks. I nod. He inserts himself into me, forcing me to scream "FUCK!" He thrusts, causing me to moan out his name. I place my hands on his hips, helping him thrust harder. He thrusts again, this time causing me to release a string of profanities.
I feel like I'm about to cum, so I say, "Fuck."
"Its okay, baby. Just let it go. I'm ready, too." We release, our juices mixing.
We decide to stop after about thirty minutes. He walks over to the bathtub and starts the water. He gets in the cabnent to look for something. He closes the door with a bottle of vanilla bubble bath. He pours some into the running water.
He turns the water off once the tub is full, and gets in. He signals for me to come sit on his lap. I walk over, and sit down on his lap, as he signaled.
I twist my back so that I face him and I kiss him. He shines off his bright smile. I kiss down his jawline, down to his neck. I try to find his soft spot, which is right under his ear. I nibble at it.
When we're finished, we go back into the bedroom, and I put on a red lace lingerie dress, and fall on the bed, face down. I look up, Dawson laughing. I smile.
I get on top of him, kissing him. His hips move up and down slightly. He rolls us over and he's now on top. He does the same thing, except its my hips that are moving. My nails dig into his back, leaving marks on his skin.
We stop, but instead lay down. We lie on our sides, his arms around my waist, holding me. I hold his hand, our fingers laced together. He kisses the top of my head, and pulls the sheet over us. I fall asleep like this.
