You Are All I Need To Get Me Through

Chapter 10

For a few minutes, Paul kept his hands at Hannah's waist, but the temptation was too much and he gradually slid one hand lower, over Hannah's jeans clad bottom. She abruptly pulled her head up.

"Paul!" She cried, mock scandalized, grinning down at the brunette lying under her on the settee.

"What?" He chuckled. "You've never complained before."

"That's because you were always just playing before."

"Okay, so now I'm actually allowed to touch it, you don't want me to?"

Hannah simply chuckled.

"I think we should stay like this for a bit. Nice and comfy." Hannah murmured, squeezing herself into the gap between Paul and the back of the settee. Paul guffawed.

"You may be comfy, but I'm falling off the edge of the seats here!"

With that, Hannah chuckled evilly, pushing Paul just enough that he tumbled over the edge of the settee. When his face reappeared above the seat, he was wearing a wry grin.

"Right you," he growled, picking Hannah up around her waist and throwing her over his shoulder as he carried her into her room, "you get changed into some pyjamas and then we can get a bit more comfy, without me ending up on the floor!"

With that, Paul dumped Hannah on her bed and headed to his own room to change into his own pyjamas.

Paul waited a couple more minutes before making his way back towards Hannah's bedroom. He knocked on the wardrobe door, leaning against the side of the actual wardrobe. A small smile played on his face as he watched Hannah plumping up her pillows. She looked up at his knock and smiled back before dropping her head under his gaze.

In an effort to break the slight tension, Paul ran to the bed and threw himself at it, landing with a thump. He then proceeded to do an impression of a starfish, whacking Hannah in the process.

"Yup, this is definitely better, much more room." Paul grinned, shuffling up the bed so that his head was on the pillows. Within seconds, Hannah had joined him lying on the bed, her head resting on Paul's arm and hands joined.

"Very comfy." Hannah announced.

They lay together, just chatting, or lying in a comfortable silence. It always amazed them how they could talk about anything and nothing and still not run out of things to say to each other. Nothing they said was ever stupid when they were alone.

It was during one of their long silences that Paul began to snuffle. Hannah propped herself up on her arm and looked down at the brunette.

"Paul!" She growled, tapping his chest until he woke with a start.

"Guess I've taken over the falling asleep part then, huh?" He chuckled, wiping tiredly at his eyes. "Think I should probably head to my own bed now."

Reluctantly, Hannah let him up, but didn't let him leave without a goodnight kiss.

"Night, Pauly."

"Night, Titch."