Patient

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Ryanne

My eyes flutter open, but it hurts keeping them open. I close them again and try to recall the last hours or minutes I have no idea what time it is or anything relating to that. That's when I remember I should have a warm, beautifully sculpted body next to me.

Sitting up, I make an effort to open my eyes again, that when I see Kellan. His head hanging, elbows brazed on his spread knees. He looks so vulnerable, tired, and innocent there sitting on my couch. I catch a look at my bedside table clock, it 1:27. Silently, I walk over to him behind the couch putting both of my hands on his shoulders, sliding them softly nearer to his neck.

He stiffens at first then relaxes and leans back wrapping my arms around his neck as he puts his hands on either arms. My voice is raspy and low.

"What are you doing here?"

"You want me to leave?" He asks looking at me even though my eyes are narrowed to slits.

"No, silly. I mean what are you doing here sitting on the couch instead of safe tucked beside me, underneath me or behind me in my bed?"

I am rewarded with some sort of mischievous grin. "You know, that sentences can be interpreted in so many different contexts it blows my mind you didn't realize it."

I blush as I think it over. "You wouldn't know the meaning I am giving it if you are here and I am there all lonely and cold. Come with me."

His brows almost reach his hairline as he smirks. "I'd love to come with you."

I chuckle. "Get your head out of the gutter." I say as I walk over to stand between his spread legs.

He grips my hips and pulls me forward to straddle him. My eyes are wide open now at the closeness between us, he has this power to make all my inside tingle and my senses to heighten with a single touch. Desire blossoms, spreading its wings like an eagle taking flight. We stare at each other then I slowly lower my lips to his. It gentle and unhurried. It turns my insides to goo with each brush of his lips with mine.

His tongue teases at the seam and his tongue delves in search of my own. The kiss escalates to one more intimately passionate, somewhat meaningful. My hands tangle in his hairs as his do the same and we pull each other closer if that is even possible.

The sexual tension between us is palpable from miles away but we should not cave, at least not yet. I don't want to fall bak inside the hole I am already climbing out of. I want my next time to arise out of love or something like because I want to feel, not go numb.

I break the kiss against my bodies will and gaze into his baby blues. "Let's go." I whisper and she stands, with me tightly wound around him like I weigh nothing. He lays me down carefully then climbs over. He takes of the shirt and jeans discarding them somewhere around my bedroom then tuck himself in. My bed is fairly big yet instead of putting space between us, I slide closer as he does the same until my cheek lays against his left side and one of his legs is between both of mine. It's new to me this level of intimacy because I have never done it with anybody else but it feels good, right even.

With the lightest of brushes, she wishes me sweet dreams and with the constant rhythm of his breaths, I'm lulled into the sweetest of dreams.

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Kiss, nip,bite. "Baby." Kiss, nip, bite. "Sweetheart. Kiss, nip, bite. "Angel." Kiss, nip, bite. "Ry."

"Hmmm, keep doing that." I whisper.

He chuckles then kisses, nips bite and bites again somewhere between my neck and shoulder. "What does a girl have to do to be woken up like this every day?"