Celebratory Drinks & Fleeting Embraces

CD&FE Part 3.2

Jake POV

Wakefulness didn't arrive until well into the afternoon, and that was all right. My eyes creaked open to find that I was alone in the very cozy bed. I could hear soft solo piano beyond the bedroom mated with a few knocks and blips that told me she was moving around. I felt no rush to drag myself from the horizontal state. In fact, I liked just being able to lay there, listening, knowing that she was there.

I had a soreness deep in my abdomen and the top of my low back that I had not felt in some time. I had actually put in the damn effort and it felt good. It was not that I was lazy, but with so many fleeting faces or instances with just the hand, it didn't take too much effort to get what I needed and be on my way. But with Y/n? It was different. My brain needed to see her fall apart in the most carnal manner. She pushed me. She challenged me. She made me want more. She licked my curiosity in a way that no one else had ever done before.

The scent of coffee tickled my senses. I let out a long breath of surrender and started to move towards the edge of the bed. My lips were tight against my teeth as just how sore my body was from the previous night tugged and restrained my legs and hips and fuck... my fingers were even sore. It left me to wonder if she was in a similar state. I tugged a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from my bag and trudged into the bathroom to clean up for our day in.

"There's crème al café there," she said as I finally made my way into the living space.

"Double cream? Did that our second round last night, if I remember right," I teased as I bent to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

She laughed, which of course made me feel all the more smug. I tossed a pod together and watched her snuggle down into the far end of the couch as my coffee brewed. She was beautiful. I wondered if she knew just how she stirred me - and it didn't matter the state of her dress, or what exactly she was doing. Just to see the curve of her mouth was enough to want to bend her over the damn back of the couch and fuck her like crazy.

When she said she was going on vacation as we were texting back and forth, I could not express the disappointment that struck. I was sure I had overstepped; that surely she would be going with someone else. The discovery that this woman commanded me the way she did in our last moments together did not frighten me. I honestly meant what I had said to her about wanting to be with her. We seemed to both understand the need and possibility, however, our timing was for shit.

The twenty months of tour were brutal. She haunted my every moment, though she was never farther than a text away. I tried to text. I tried to be normal in those texts but came off sounding pretentious even to my own ears. I drifted away for fear that she would discover that aside from my day job, I was a total... Never mind what I was - reserved. We'll go with that.

Coffee in hand, I tucked in at the table to pretend to scroll through my phone. She was pretending to read her book, but her eyes kept skating over the top to fall directly on mine. "Did you eat breakfast yet?" I finally asked, dropping the phone to the side to actually just watch her.

"I don't keep rock star hours and have been up since-"

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Not what I asked."

"Yes. I even had a bite already for lunch, too," she remarked before letting her gaze return to the structure of her book. "You are on your own."

I tapped my fingers on the table a few times before sipping at the coffee. My thoughts bent to the outside and the ice that was still choking the lake. It was stunning. I could see where the ice had given way to its current, shoving the jagged chunks back towards the shore like shattered sheets of glass. The bare trees were on the cusp of budding out despite the warmth of the sun being hidden behind thick clouds. There were even a few stray snowflakes that were really trying to survive on the breeze. Idyllic. I sat until I was about half way through the cup of coffee before I finally relented and dug around for something quick to pacify the gut. A few pieces of toast and a fresh cup of hot coffee, and I was dragging my coat and boots on to step onto the deck.