Wanting and Having

Eight: Soap

~Charlotte PoV~

The sunlight slips through a crack in the curtain, telling me it's well past my usual wake-up time.

I smile to myself as I remember the man whose hands still held me to his chest, and how our 'entirely innocent' sleeping arrangements had gone last night.

At some point, he had shifted us so that I was curled against his chest, while he lay cradling me while he lay on his back, tucked in under the blankets.

I hear the shower in the other room and movement in the parlor beyond the door. The other two must be awake and getting ready for breakfast.

I looked up at Namjoon's soft sleeping face, and decide to close my eyes a little longer. Not wanting last night to be over just yet.

"Let's go down to the Maknae Room." I heard Yoongi say quietly as the bathroom door opened. "Seokjin hyung is awake, and the production crew is there."

"OKAY! Let me grab my backpack." Hoseok says, cheerfully. My stomach drops a bit with an emotion I can't identify at the moment followed swiftly by relief.

Neither of them sounded annoyed or scandalized as they gathered their belongings to venture out to the suite on the next floor. They must not have heard us?! Wow, that was a surprise considering. They must have slept like the dead.

"Do you think we should wake up Kim Namjoon and Ms. Powell?" Yoongi asked, his soft footsteps walking toward our door.

"No, let them sleep. We are stuck here anyway. Let's go see what everyone is up to and when the maknae are all awake we'll come and get them for breakfast. Namjoon deserves to sleep in, he's been pushing himself a lot lately." Hoseok said thoughtfully.

His kindness and empathy made my heart skip. Truly a wonderful man, I was excited to get to know him better... Remembering how he looked last night, offering to change the sleeping arrangements, I realized I felt a little bit guilty for how Namjoon and I found ourselves last night. The feeling passed quickly, I didn't owe these men anything really, certainly not some dated understanding of fidelity to a stranger...

The door closed and I heard their footsteps leave down the hallway. I shifted against my bedmate.

"Seems like they didn't notice anything unusual last night..." Namjoon said with a deep, low voice grinning down at me with sleepy eyes.

"Yeah, a miracle..." I giggled into him, not ready to move from my spot tucked under his arms.

"My guess is they must have slept with earplugs in to avoid my snoring." He laughed looking in the direction of the door for a moment. "It's legendary to them. We usually wear them on planes too."

"I heard no snoring last night?" I questioned, a bit surprised.

"We didn't sleep much last night..." he offered, squeezing me against him.

"Fair point Mr. Kim." I closed my eyes, running my hand over his broad chest and smiling to myself. I would very much like to forget the world and stay in bed.

"I probably should get out of bed and have a shower..." Namjoon said, stroking my hair idly and scrolling through his phone with the other. "Once Hobi is down there Seokjin will take it upon himself to drag the maknae out of bed to go eat soon enough."

"Hmmm... I am debating rolling on top of you and holding you hostage for a while longer... " I whispered. I really was. I hooked a leg around his muscular thigh playfully. 

"It isn't a hostage situation if I go willingly though is it?" Namjoon rolled so that I was under him again. I watched his amused face settle over me, then slowly shift with a smoldering focus. "I would stay here with you as long as you wanted if I could Charlotte..."