dove in the clouds [crescent spin-off]

6

Dove Styles

My alarm breaks my sleep with harsh abruptness, immediately dragging a groan of disappointment from my lips first thing this morning.

An arm has made its way around my waist during the night, and the same arm tightens around me as its owner begins to stir behind me. During a half asleep movement of instinct, he pulls me closer, groaning in non sexual pleasure as our bodies flush together in a morning cuddle.

I almost fall back asleep ready for my next alarm to wake me once again, but before I can enter a peaceful slumber, Rudy inhales deeply and breaks his morning husk as he speaks for the first time, "Your hair smells amazing."

Laughter consumes me as my hands find his forearms, holding onto his wrists as he's holding my waist. Our morning bubble is quiet and wrapped up in multiple layers of safety nets, the overwhelming feeling of peace not going unnoticed.

We bask in it like the sunrise beginning to hit my window, his hands rubbing my waist, my hands rubbing his arms. I scratch up and down his forearm as our legs naturally tangle together like a necklace balled on a bedside table; nothing interrupting in the face of prevention.

My second alarm goes off and I slap at my phone to shut it off, Rudy whispering into the back of my head, "Does that mean you have to leave me?"

I nod my head slowly, "I'm afraid so."

He whines in disappointment, making me laugh, my laughter turning into quiet screeches as he flips me over to his side of the bed and traps me underneath his body. His head falls into the crook of my neck where he places light kisses, as quick as they come, they're landing somewhere else. This moment doesn't feel sexual at all, instead, simply just appreciative. He kisses my neck, my jaw, my throat, and the parts of my chest he can access with my pajama shirt covering most of me.

"What if I don't want you to get up?" He mumbles in between kisses that feel like small droplets of heaven.

"Then you have to pay me the $190 I'm going to make during my 6 hour shift."

He sighs and lifts his head, his lips rolled into a tight line as he shakes his head no, "I'm not gonna do that."

I laugh as I cup my hands around his cheeks, holding his head up high, "Exactly. So get off me so I can get my ass up and go to work."

His lips form into the most precious pout that tugs on my heartstrings no matter how much it shouldn't, "What if I come with you?"

"Rudy..." I smirk, lowering my voice, "are you pussy whipped?"

"Nah," he's now smiling, his lips stretched from one side of his mouth to the other, "just whipped."

I roll my eyes at his joke and shake my head, "Okay, now seriously, get off me before I am late."

He groans in dismay but ultimately does what I ask, rolling onto his back as I get out of bed and head to my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.

After using the bathroom, I come back into my room, expecting Rudy to be asleep again. But instead he's watching my every move with sleepy eyes and a sleepy smile resting gently on his features. His hair is so messy I can't help but smile over it, knowing it's all due to me. Our activities last night may be part of it, but I know the head scratches and cuddles we had afterwards are the true reason why.

I change from my pajamas into my work clothes, which luckily isn't a uniform. My first ever job was at a diner where we all had 50s themed skirts and blouses. Now I work at a coffee shop on the beach and am allowed to wear whatever I want as long as it doesn't affect my ability to do my job.