Cherry || b.barnes

46 || Unintended

I don't know what time the damn phone decides to start ringing downstairs or who'd call us, but it's definitely way too early. The light tone echoing through the house like a mock, it ripped me out of my dreamland from one second to the other, making me open my eyes in shock, a shiver running through me. 

It takes a couple of seconds for me to really process what's going on, piece after piece. To get along with reality after the ringing made me quit the place where I'd rather be.
I'm lying on something hard but warm, something moving, having a steady rhythm attached to it right where my ear has been a second ago.
One I could differ from a million, probably, and one that immediately chases the tension out of my body. Apparently, I decided at some point during our sleep that James was a better mattress than his mattress, and claimed every inch of his body as mine.

Looking upwards hazily, I find his ocean blue eyes already scrutinizing me. Shortly after, his warm, large hand pushes a strand of long, dark hair behind my ear, making me lean into his gentle touch immediately. »You continue to sleep« he rasps, goosebumps raking all over my body. »I'll go get it.«

»Are you sure?« I mumble, eyes too heavy for me to keep open for another second. As energetic as my wake-up was, as quickly is it straining on my stand-by moded brain. »Can't we just let it ring?« Dropping my head, I hope it pins him down like Thor's hammer would.

It doesn't. James rolls himself out of my hugging cage, sending me onto my back. »I'll be back in a second.« he promises softly, eyes still sleep-drunken when they travel along my body. Before he leaves the room, his intoxicating scent looming all around me, he pulls up the blanket until it covers me to the chin. When he's gone, the door is opened merely a gap, leaving only a few sun rays beam into the room, lightening the back of my lids. I don't really try to register anything more of my environment before I close my eyes, although I have to fight my natural curiosity there for a second. I really want to know what the upper bedroom looks like in detail, but I'm really just tired. I'll have time for that later.

So, I try to sleep again. With Jay's indistinct chatter finally switching roles with the relentless, merciless ringing of the phone, I first thought I might even be able to. But minutes after, I'm still rolling back and forth in the blanket, and I really miss James already. It doesn't make any sense to me; rationally, he is just gone for a couple of moments. But the bed suddenly seems too big. The blanket isn't as warm as it has been. And the comfort now equals iron pins beneath me in comparison to the one he provided. 

Sighing, I decide to stand up too, and make my way out of the bedroom. His black shirt on me is barely reaching the mids of my thigh, and as I make down my way the wooden stairs, I consider the chances of the dining table to hold the both of us if my bed couldn't.

»Why would you have a chimney with no wood?« Jay's voice echos through the corridor, him clearly being still on the telephone. The deep sound of it almost makes my knees weak enough to give way. »Fine, yeah, I'll go get it myself. Also, Tony...« he staggers, and that's when I get sight of him.

James's frame is broad when he looks outside the window. I can only see his back, the silhouette of his muscles tracing beautiful lines. Then and now a few deeper scratches of mine that aren't completely healed yet fading in a pink tone on his otherwise almost flawless, pale skin. Although it really can't be any other way, one or the other small mole on his back being exactly where they should be warms my heart. It identifies him as him somehow, more than even his voice or his tousled, dark chocolate hair. His ass looks phenomenal in his tight, black boxers, and I bite my lip as I approach him silently. 

»There's something about Nemy's bed we need to talk about. I think, uh, she slept bad last night and it's... Well,« he says, his left hand moving along with his words through the air. »It's kinda broken.«