Paint the town red

Chapter XXXI

This morning I woke up from a pleasant feeling of Max playing with my hair. It was really nice and relaxing, and if I were a cat, I'd definitely purr right now. I lazily opened my eyes and rubbed my cheek against Max's chest, on which I had fallen asleep so comfortably at night. I wonder if he's not tired of sleeping in the same position, and with me on top? It's probably uncomfortable, and his body is numb. God, I haven't really woken up yet, and I'm already worried about everything, instead of just enjoying the moment.

I looked up at my lover, who was still playing my hair with a gentle smile.

"Good morning, Charlie."

I really wanted to answer "Good morning, Angels" as in an old movie, but I didn't want to ruin this moment.

"It's a good morning indeed."

I smiled contentedly and stretched a little, briefly but gently kissing the Dutchman. His lips stretched into an equally pleased smile, and he put his arm around my shoulders, not wanting to let go of me. I gently slipped my arms under him and hugged him across his back - I agree, it's not very comfortable, but I just want to hug him so much.

We lay on the couch in each other's arms and quietly talked about the plans for the day, about the upcoming cleaning before Yuki's arrival, and, of course, about last night. Max talked about it with such delight, tenderness, love and passion that I was involuntarily embarrassed, remembering what and how we did on the same couch. I closed my eyes, and those very moments began to appear in my memory, so my cheeks turned red, and my lower abdomen began to feel pleasantly heavy.

Max was stroking my back, which made me bend a little, and he compared me to a cat. I laughed softly, and he said that I was just like his cat Jimmy, who stayed in the Netherlands - he always bent in his back like that when he stroked him. This comparison made me laugh, because I had recently thought about it myself. Maybe Max really can read minds?

After lying on the couch for a while, I sat up and looked at the wall clock - it was 10:30 a.m. Yuki's not coming until tonight, so we still have some time. Max looked at me in disbelief, when I said that even though my neighbor wouldn't be back so soon, we still had to get up. He grumbled in displeasure, but I reached out to him and kissed him gently once again. At first he tried to mumble something into a kiss, but still gave up and kissed me back, and I smiled triumphantly.

After the kiss, I picked up my underwear from the floor and pulled it on myself, then I got up from the couch.

"I don't know about you, but I'm desperate for a shower."

"Is there room for two?"

"Hmm... we can check it out."

I smiled cunningly and went to my room to take a shower. When I entered the bathroom, I immediately went to the mirror to examine the traces of last night. Hickeys on the neck, a couple on the collarbone and a bite mark on the shoulder. "Max did his best," flashed through my mind and I quietly chuckled at the thought.

After taking off my underwear, I went into the shower stall and turned on the water. I stood under the warm jets of water and closed my eyes, putting my face under them. I had time to get lost in my thoughts when Max came into the shower stall and hugged me from behind.

"You said we had things to do. We can't waste time."

"I bloody agree with you."

I smiled as Max kissed me gently on the neck and his hands slid down my stomach. He is so close to me again, his hands on my body, his lips sliding over my wet skin,and we've let our feelings and desires run wild again. More caresses, hot kisses, perfectly contrasting with the cold tile, to which Max pressed my back when he grabbed me under the hips, and I wrapped my legs around his lower back.The torn moans and languishing sighs were muted by the sound of water. New hickeys and bites appeared on the skin of both of us, which showed to everyone: "He's mine," and, God, how we loved it.