The morning after

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The next morning I am woken up by someone kissing my neck tenderly. I smile and turn around while my eyes are still closed burying my head in the crook of Noels neck.
"Good morning beauty", he says in a raspy morning voice.

"Good morning handsome", I answer and he lets his hands roam over my naked back.
"I could wake up like this every morning. Are you hungry?" Noel asks while yawning loudly.
"Not at the moment, but a shower would be nice. Is that okay with you?" I look up at him, he just nods and watches me get up with a lovely look upon his features.
"I'll give you something to wear", he adds and gets up himself.

Getting out of the shower, black sweatpants and a Manchester City shirt are lying on the bed. I lift the shirt to my nose, take a deep breath and slip it on. It smells like Noel and I have to grin.

Leaving the room I hear faint music from the living room. I walk towards it and see Noel sitting with his back to me on the couch. I approach him as quietly as possible and sit down behind him. I run my hands down his back and rest my chin on his shoulder. He exhales happily, but remains undeterred and continues to play his guitar. After a while he stops and turns his head slightly to the side.

"I have something to show you", he says.

Noel starts playing a beautiful melody, this is not one of his already released songs. I've never heard it before. It's so dashingly beautiful that it gives me goosebumps. As he stops playing I wrap my arms around his chest from behind and hug him tightly.
"That was beautiful, thank you for showing me. You have such great talent." I kiss his shoulder.

"I wrote that for you, the night you slept at ours." He states.

I break away from him and stand up. He looks me up and down and gives me a crooked smile.

"My clothes look amazing on you, way better than on me. You should wear them everyday. But I have to admit, I like you even better undressed."He grins mischievously and I blush and turn a little to the side.
"Hey, what are you doing? You're incredibly cute when you're blushing, don't turn away. You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me."
"I know", I say and look into his eyes again. He gets up and puts the guitar down before coming over and kissing me.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks.
"Yes, I longingly dreamed of being able to sleep in your arms", I answer honestly and kiss him again before breaking away and heading towards the kitchen to set us up some tea.

Suddenly I feel a stinging pain on my left butt cheek and gasp. Did he just seriously smack my ass? I stop abruptly and turn around. He just stands there innocently and shrugs.
"I'm sorry, you just look too sexy in my clothes. It's nearly unbearable not to touch you." I shake my head laughing and then disappear into the kitchen.

A few minutes later he also comes into the kitchen and faces me. Leaning with my back against the counter, he positions himself opposite me.
"I forgot to ask you something earlier", he says in a soft voice.
"We're going to play a little intimate concert this weekend, are you coming to watch us? I would like to have you there."

With each of his words my smile gets bigger.
"Yes, yes of course I want to see you perform. I get a VIP pass, right?" I ask blinking with my eyelashes conspicuously a few times while leaning forward. Noel chuckles and nods.

"What kind of question is that, like my Emily won't come backstage with me." I feel warm all over at his words. I love to be called 'his Emily' and grin. He steps closer and pulls me in for a quick kiss before we are interrupted by the kettle.

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