Mockingbird: a Songbird Sequel

Eighteen: Colt

We failed. I mean, we got part of the plan accomplished. We checked into our suite. Lennie chastised me for spending "suite" money on her and I just laughed and laughed. We ordered dinner and ate pasta and bread and tiramisu until we could hardly move, and then? Then we passed out. That epic banging I'd been dead set on giving my wife? More like carb coma, face down  in the fluffy hotel pillows, drooling. We passed out before it was even late enough for the news to be on. Getting old was fucking stupid.

I woke up the next morning, clinging to her like something was trying to rip me off this earth, my face pressed between her shoulder blades. I didn't want to move, but my bladder was telling me I didn't have much choice in the matter, so I pressed a soft kiss to the tanned skin of Lennie's shoulder and attempted to make my escape.

"Where the hell you think you're going?" her sleepy, little voice asked me as her arms locked down over mine.

"Bathroom. I'll be right back."

Her head slowly waved. "Nope. It's my birthday. I require spooning."

"And in two minutes, I'll be right back here spooning you." I kissed her shoulder a little more firmly this time. "Two minutes."

Lennie sighed but lifted her arms. "You're really pushing it, sir."

"Don't blame me. Blame my old man bladder."

"We're the same age now, so you better watch your damn mouth because I am not old," Lennie stated. "I'm in my prime."

I stared at her, half her face still hidden in the pillow, her eyes not even open, hair all a wreck, looking like she couldn't move if she wanted to, yet somehow still the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen. "You really look it, babe," I snickered.

One eye opened and glared at me. "You're dead, Cowboy."

"I agreed with you!"

"Can't fool me with your bullshit. Go to the bathroom already and get back in this bed."

I laughed myself into the bathroom and when I returned a few minutes later, Lennie was sat up against the headboard, the flannel I was wearing the night before just barely buttoned enough to keep her skin from view. She'd straightened out her mess of a ponytail and was gazing over the room service menu.

"Um, how am I supposed to spoon you like that?"

"Changed my mind.  I want pancakes."

I snarled and yanked the menu out of her hand, chucking it somewhere behind me. "Pancakes can wait."

Lennie giggled. "Give that back!"

"No! I was promised spooning. I want spooning, dammit."

Her giggles continued as I crawled over her, one hand braced against the headboard, the other on her hip. "You know what they say about spooning..."

"What's that?" I asked, dragging my nose along the column of her throat.

"Leads to forking..."

"With any luck," I responded with a chuckle. The hand on her hip slipped under the hem of my Tshirt and fiddled with the waistband of her lacy panties. "You passed out on me last night..."

"You passed out first!" Lennie shrieked, jabbing a finger into my chest.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yes-uh! You were snoring before I even finished dinner!"

"Liar."

"You're the liar!"

"I did no such thing. I was resting my eyes."