Quiet One

Morning*

a/n Smut chapter number two. ;) I hope it is worth the wait. Also, you have been warned. Read at your own discretion.

The movie Phil and MC were watching in the last chapter is a 1998 film called "Run, Lola, Run". It is described as a "German experimental thriller", but I just call it a great movie!

MC started to awaken. Her body took in her surroundings, even as her brain was still beginning the process of booting up for the day. She was warm. Covered in a puffy comforter. It didn't smell like home or, judging by the musky scent that lingered in the blanket fibers, the Donfort sister's guest room. Something giving off a pleasant heat lay along her right side, and a comfortable weight pressed down upon her waist. The soft snore that came from "the something" next to her, flipped the switch inside her head and caused her conscious brain to turn on.

Phil. That's right I stayed over with Phil last night.

Her eyes slowly opened. Carefully, she turned her neck to peek at the man sleeping beside her. He was laying on his stomach, one arm folded up near his head, the other disappeared from view under the covers. The weight of his arm, now that she determined that it was indeed his arm pressing down on her stomach, was comforting. A feeling of warmth spread through her as she observed the slow rise and fall of his uncovered back and the way the light highlighted the different muscles around his shoulder blades as they shifted with each breath.

A small drawing on his right shoulder caught her eye. A tattoo she had not noticed the night before. It was a simple black ink drawing of a rose with a stem of thorns. Small droplets of blood or perhaps tears, she didn't know which, dripped down around the single flower.

One of the hidden tattoos that he joked he could show her. The thought of their little game the afternoon before brought a smile to her lips. What an enigma this man could be to others. Yes, he was the flirt that flattered you with compliments, but there was more there. An enjoyment in making people smile, the ability to draw out laughter from those he was with, and a caring that was hidden deep so it would not cause the owner hurt when sharing it. MC felt a great privilege to be shown the softer side of the man next to her.

Unintentionally, she reached out to trace the lines of the petals. Her finger followed the design's curves before tracing the droplets' paths. The light touch on his bare skin caused Phil to stir from his slumber. He turned his head and leisurely opened his eyes before smiling at the woman lying beside him.

"Good morning, gorgeous MC," he said as he propped himself up on his side and used the hand that had been draped over her body to brush her hair back behind her ear.

"Hello." A smile graced her face as she greeted him back. She felt shyness overcoming her but mentally pushed it aside. After a silent pep talk, she reached out gently cupping his cheek and ran her thumb along his hard cheekbone. Lost in his eyes, she slid forward into his embrace as her lips found his warm and receptive. The kiss was sweet and gentle, an awakening, just as one greeting consciousness through the haze of sleep. Breaking the kiss, she nuzzled her cheek against his neck, taking in his smell. Fueled by it, she felt emboldened and threw her leg up over his hip. Pulling him impossibly close, she could feel his morning desire through the thin layers of fabric pressed between their cores.

The match dropped, igniting the place where they touched. Fire spread outward from there, engulfing every other part of their bodies, leaving nothing by craving in its wake. With lips burning, MC pulled him in for a heated kiss that was everything but gentle.

"I am still sorry about last night. I would like to try this again," MC managed to say, unable to keep the lust that was tinged with lingering embarrassment out of her voice.