Steeling My Heart - DreamNotFound

Chapter 17

Wow this chapter took so long to write. Sorry about that. This is more of the filler chapter, ext one should be more eventful. I don't think I've every really done A/N on here before, so hi. I hope my readers are enjoying it so far even though I take so long to post. There is a little spice in this, but not nearly as much as the last one lol. Comments and votes are much appreciated!! Thank you for reading! <3
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After a few short minutes of hastily filling our lungs and then emptying them, he lifts himself up and he pulls out, making me whimper at the emptiness. Clay places a kiss on my forehead and rolls off of me. "Are you okay?" He asks me. Of course I'm okay, more than okay. That's the best sex I've ever had, nothing like what I've experienced with the few girls at parties.

"Yes," is the best answer I can give.  I turn my head to meet his eyes "That-that was amazing. Thank you." Pride is clear on his features, but more than that, he looks happy. Happy and hopeful. I roll my eyes at his gettiness, and return my view to the ceiling.

Soon after clumpy white paint interrupts the most beautiful face I've ever seen, he speaks up, his lips right next to my ear. "Don't thank me, Georgie. Watching that mascara run down your pretty face and knowing I'm the one who ruined it is something I'll never forget." Heat envelopes my cheeks at his crude words. "You are going to be the death of me, prince."

I return my gaze to his face and see a small smile on his lips. "I love it when you call me that." I say softly while my eyes struggle to stay open.

"I know." He brags with a confident smirk. The crater once in the mattress caused by the blond's body flattens out.  I watch his languid movements as he picks up his previously discarded boxers and slides them on, then makes his way into the bathroom. The faucet is turned on briefly and Clay returns to the room with a washcloth. The damp fabric glides over the stickiness on both our bodies and then is thrown back in the sink.

"Thank you."

"Of course." Picking up a hoodie off the floor, he pulls it over my head and gets under the covers, and puts them over the both of us. With me only in a too big hoodie and him in just boxers, he wraps a warm arm around me and pulls me to his chest, just like he had in my dream. I finally give in to the exhaustion and let the sleep I so desperately craved just hours ago in my drunken haze take over my senses.

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Fading back into coherency, I feel something soft and wet tickle my face. Once I wake up a bit more I realize they are kisses. My cheeks, my forehead, my nose, my eyes, my neck, my temples, all being covered in quick, playful kisses. I let out a giggle and open my eyes, reaching forward to grab the face shaking me from my slumber.

Emerald orbs look into mine with sheer adoration above a tired smile that has me fighting the blush creeping onto my face. "Good morning, George." The beautiful grin says. "How are you feeling?" He cages me in with his arms that are holding him up so that he doesn't squish me.

My expression mirrors his at the generous tone Clay's voice is soaked in. I wish every morning could be like this and with the look on his face, I have hope that a lot of them will. Last night was perfect and this morning is almost as good. Waking up next to my best friend is something I've quite literally dreamt about and my sleepy imagination does not do the experience justice, though the word friend sounds sour in my thoughts.

"George?" I took too long to answer. I now realize, while in space I let my grip slip off his face and are now on his biceps as the back of my arms rest on the mattress. The worried voice snaps me out of my pleasant thoughts and I see his anxious face looking down at me.

"Oh, sorry. I zoned out. I feel like I've wanted this for so long and now that I finally have it, I'm afraid it will slip away." I say too honestly. The worry he was wearing melts his off of features and he dips down to put a passionate kiss on my lips, the only place he hasn't yet this morning.

"You're not gonna lose me, babe." He reassures after pulling away, then a few moments later, interrupts the laziness of the morning to say, "Are you ready to get up? Not to ruin the moment, but the bot fight is in two days and we should start getting ready." He giggles.

"Geez, that is tomorrow, isn't it?" I ask rhetorically. I huff, but reluctantly sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed. Scooting forward to place my feet on the ground, a sharp pain shoots up my back. I'm soar, but I push off the bed anyways, groaning.

He looks at me, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. I turn to him and he begins walking over. "Just a little saor I guess." I give a small shrug and look away slightly, trying to hide my heated cheeks. When I turn back I see that he is standing right infront of me.

"Are you gonna take a shower this morning?" He asks.

"Yeah, I feel a little... uhh." He cuts my stuttering off with a wheeze and I give his shoulder a playful punch. "Shut up. You know what I mean."

Through clipped wheezes he responds. "Yeah, I do." He surprises me, swinging his arms under my shoulders and back of my knees, hoisting me up easily just as he did the night we kissed. "C'mon, then." I giggle at the assistance.

"You know I can still walk?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, but this is more fun and I know you like it." His eyebrows wiggle and I wipe my hands over his face.

"Whatever."

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The last bits of steaming hot water drip off my face just after I turn the nozzle, shutting off the water. My shower was quick after I finally shooed Clay out of the bathroom, insisting we shower together to "save water." I only laughed and pushed him out the door, locking it swiftly. After just a few drug out 'Geeoooooorrrge's', his voice left and I heard footsteps returning to his bedroom.