How Bad Could You Really Be?

Early mornings and Dinner plans

My eyes fluttered open before the sun rose. It was silent except for a few songs of swomme swans in the distance. Oncie was sleeping with his back to me. I looked under the covers. Okay, so last night wasn't a dream. I sighed under my breath. What the hell was I thinking? I barely know this guy. But we just got caught up in the moment. Now things would be awkward, wouldn't they? Like how he fell over his guitar. I stifled a laugh. Until I remembered I said I loved him to him. Quietly, I hit my forehead with my fist. I know he said it back, but how stupid could I be? I slid carefully out of bed. After finding some clothes in the pile under the bed I got dressed. I made some tea and stepped quietly out of the tent. The damp morning ground soaked into my pants as I watched the sunrise light up the valley. Each truffula tree shimmered with the morning dew that settled on their tufts. When I finished my tea I got up and walked back inside. Oncie was curled up under the blankets still asleep. I sat on the bed and stroked his hair gently.

"Morning sleepyhead," I whispered.

"Good morning," he yawned, "you're already awake?"

"I couldn't fall back asleep. I had some tea and watched the sunrise."

"Sounds romantic, you should have woke me up."

"I couldn't wake you up you looked so cute all tuckered out and sleeping."

"Tuckered out?"

"Yes."

"Tuckered out. Who says that?" he laughed.

"I do, and thats precisely how you looked," I retorted, while poking his forehead.

"Oh okay."

He nodded for a few moments. Suddenly he pulled me back under the covers with him. There was a wide grin on his face.

"I'll show you tuckered out," he said with a smile.

I laughed as he buried his head into my neck playfully. He leaned on top of me and kissed my forehead gently. Our eyes met. It wasn't often I got a chance to look at his so closely. They seemed just as blue as mine. He had a genuine gaze that melted my heart when I looked at him like this.

"Are you okay?" he asked disappearing slightly under the covers.

"Yes, why?"

"Because you're face is bright red. Maybe you're getting sick from the other night."

"I don't think that's..." my voice trailed off.

It was hard to concentrate with him doing those things to me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The same moment I tried to finish my thought a wave of euphoria surged through my body. I couldn't contain a moan that slipped from my mouth. He popped his head back towards mine a moment afterwards.

"You trailed off there, what was it you were saying?"

"My face was red because..." I started.

I remember that look from the night before. The eager grin that washed over his face lasted but a moment. A quick thrust and he pushed himself inside of me. If my face was red before I could only imagine what it looked like now. A deep breath filled my lungs as if I were shocked by the action.

"If you're just going to keep doing things like that, I won't bother responding," I muttered giving up on defending my embarrassed look.

"But that embarrassed look is so cute," he responded, "but I think I like this one better."

I pulled his face toward mine as our lips pressed together. His hands wrapped under my waist as he continued moving his hips rhthymically. Even if I was embarrassed I loved being with him like this. He moved as if I was fragile; every gentle touch from him against my skin would send shivers up my spine. His pace picked up gradually as my arms clung to his waist pulling him deeper. We climaxed together as his body collapsed on mine. Both of us breathing deeply. He turned his head to me and smiled. His fingers lightly pushed a strand of hair from my face.