Spellbound

Chapter 8 - Animando

animando: becoming more lively

It was weird, waking up in someone else's arms after sleeping alone for years. You felt warm, not uncomfortably so, but cozy. Your senses were overwhelmed with him; his arm draped over your stomach, his light snore as he slept, how relaxed his face was as you observed him, his head turned to face you as he laid on his stomach.

Sunlight filtered in through the room's window, casting Stephen's face in a warm glow. He looked at peace, ethereal even. You debated tracing over his features, but his voice startled you, halting your ideas.

"Starings' rude, you know?" God, his voice was low from just waking up.

"Not my fault you look this good," your voice was raspy as well, from just waking up and ... other things. You wouldn't be able to face Wong ever again if he heard you two last night.

"By the way, is, uh, this room-"

"Soundproof? Yes," he lightly laughed. "You won't have to avoid Wong for the rest of your life."

Letting out a sigh of relief, you sunk back into the bed, and Stephen took this moment to snuggle closer to you, tracing patterns onto your stomach. You lightly scratched his scalp, earning you a pleased rumble from him.

Kissing the top of his head, you let yourself doze off again, quickly getting awoken by Stephen bringing his teasing hand up from your stomach up to your breasts, lightly teasing your nipples before continuing his travel up, hand splayed out at the base of your throat, just below the Stone.

Stephen had propped himself up now, hovering slightly above your body, his eyes flickering over every part of your face before settling on your lips.

"God, you're addicting," he groaned, bringing the hand currently at your neck to your lips, tracing over them with his thumb. Tilting your head up slightly, you wrapped your lips lightly over the digit, your tongue running over his flesh.

Giving him the most innocent-looking eyes you could muster, you let it go with a pop, a trail of saliva continuing to connect the two. You swore you heard him grumble fucking hell before replacing his thumb with his own lips, bitting lightly on your lower one, eliciting a whine from you.

Hand wrapped in your hair, he brought your faces closer, and you clenched your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure growing in your groin. The movement didn't go unnoticed by Stephen, and he stuck his thigh in between yours, preventing you from getting off.

You grumbled in annoyance, the noise reverberating through the kiss. Stephen just chuckled in response, causing you to laugh.

"Sorry, that was adorable," Stephen chuckled, breaking the kiss by resting his head on yours, his eyes crinkling while he laughed.

Giving him one last kiss, you sat up in bed, the covers falling off your body. Fuck, I'm still naked. And I have no clothes.

"Where's your shirt?"

Still somewhat groggy, or horny, Stephen just gave you a questioning hmph.

"Your shirt, Stephen. I'm not walking out here butt-ass naked. No matter how much you would enjoy it." You added before Stephen could give a snarky comeback.

His response was a bundle of white cloth being hurled at you, temporarily disorienting you.

"Jerk," you muttered, pulling on the wrinkled shirt; it still smelled of Stephen. You made your way to the discarded pile of clothing from the previous night, slipping on your red pants.