What if...

Chapter 9

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Resting her head on David's chest while he played with her hair, Jen had never felt more at home than in that moment. Their naked limbs were still entangled, neither of them wanting to move after their lovemaking, both wanting the moment to last.

Even now, hours later, as the sun was already coming up, she was still amazed by what had happened. After kissing him for real for the first time, she had kind of expected it to be great if she was being honest... but now that it happened, she was sure she would never get enough of this man.

It was not only that they of course were attracted to each other like moths to the flame (seeing this gorgeous man infront of her in all his glory had blown her away), but the emotional connection between them had made it even better. She had never felt so loved, so cherished, almost worshipped by a guy before. It felt like he was reading her mind, always touching and kissing her in the right spots, with the right amount of pressure, immediately finding rhythms and positions that would drive her crazy.

Seeing him in a situation like this had been a bit surreal, and while she had already had her suspicions regarding his physique, she had been a bit intimated for a second. But it turned out that they fit together perfectly in every way, and that he was just as gentle and thoughtful as a lover as he was as a friend.

She was not one to be full of herself, but somehow, she felt that this had been just as magical and fulfilling for him... looking at him now, seeing the love in his eyes, ruffled hair, and a smug grin on his face as he let his fingers glide over her arms ... she never wished to be anywhere else than in his arms.

He had listened to her intently as she had explained to him what had played on her mind for the last weeks, had given him a rundown of her talk to Tate and had ensured him probably a million times how much she loved him and how sorry she was for not letting him know what was on her mind earlier. Then he had rung in round 2, and after a short nap, round 3, each time topping the previous experience.

After that, he turned to his side to face her, gently letting his index finger glide over her neck, over her collarbone to her shoulder, giving her shivers in the process. Then he asked her:

"So, what's you plan for today? Good that we don't have to be on set for the weekend, because for one, I am exhausted, and second, I am pretty sure everyone would know I got laid big time as I am pretty sure I can't wipe that grin of my face for the next few hours... if ever!"

She laughed and playfully hit him in the chest, then she spoke:

"I don't know, I don't feel like going home to talk to Tate right now... that would be awkward. I guess he will just leave his keys and close the door... plus I don't even have any clothes I could wear right now, mine are still soaked and crumpled somewhere around the house... I have a bag that I left in my car, but it's kind of hard to go out there like this..." She pointed down to her naked form.

"I could go search for the car keys in the chaos we left before and get you the bag.... OR, you just remain as you are, I go pick up your clothes and put them in the dryer... and while that thing does its job, we enjoy this a little longer? If you want to take a shower or brush your teeth or whatever... you know where the bathroom is, and there is a new toothbrush in the cabinet above the sink that you can have..."

When she looked in his eyes, seeing all the hope and love in those pools of chocolate, she felt like melting right then and there.

"That sounds like a plan... but listen, one more thing: you know I love you and I would love to scream it from the top of Sunset Tower right now... but..."

"... you want to keep this between the two of us for a little while. As much as I think that's not necessary and that you are worrying about nothing... I gladly take that... might even be fun to sneak around a little...", he said with another smug grin, then kissing her on the lips. After a short tease with his tongue, he pulled away:

"Anyway, your servant will get up to get your clothes dried up and then I'll be back in a minute..."

He got up with a grin, still completely naked, and bowed down beside the bed. She was laughing at him and enjoying the view when he started the pick up her clothes on the foot end of the bed, presenting her a nice view of his naked butt, then going out into the hallway and downstairs to find the rest.

She turned over to lie on her stomach, burrying her head in the pillows after deciding she was not ready to get up and wash him off of her even for a second, and immediately started to doze off. She could not remember when the last time was that she felt so satisfied and comfortable and sexy in her life.

After a short while, she heard him put town what seemed to be a water bottle on the night stand next to her, then taking a swig out of the one he had brought for himself. Then she felt the sheets shift slightly, before he landed a gentle kiss on her shoulder blade. She felt him lay down beside her, also on his stomach, as close to her as possible, his arm draped protectively over her back, fingers entwined with hers.

His naked warm body gently pressed into hers as he whispered a soft "you have no idea how much I love you" into her ear, probably thinking she was too far off already to hear him. As she was sure she was not supposed to hear his confession, she promised to herself she would never let him doubt her feelings for him again and smiled into her pillow. In her trance, she felt his breathing getting deeper and slower beside her as well, as they both drifted off into a comfortable sleep.