142. Let's stalk your mom

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Living life like a rolling stone
Darling don't let them go falling
Don't let them know I'm struggling
Darling don't let me freeze
Drifting around like I'm crawling aimless
Darling don't let me go all in
Don't let them know I'm struggling
Darling don't let me get in, let me grow
-Vin Bogart

The sun is dulled out from the two layered curtains that hang over the windows of JJ's motel room, the only sign that he'll need to wake soon.

He stretches, blindly slapping his hand around until he feels the hard rectangle that is his cell phone and peaks one eye open to glance at the time. Finding that he's still got at least an hour before he and Kie are starting their day, he shoves his head back in his pillow, avoiding the stream of light trying to peer into the room by throwing the duvet over his head.

The plan is to go to San Diego State University today, while Shoupe and Nicki do their own catching up. Not that Shoupe didn't want to see the campus, JJ and Kie just preferred to explore their new stomping grounds without a chaperone.

Of course, that means that Kie is gonna drag him out of here at some point. As if his thoughts conjured up the interruption, he hears the lock on the door unlatch from the swipe of a key card. The almost silent foot steps that follow are a dead give away that it is Kie, not that he would be expecting anyone else. He doesn't lift his head though, keeping still as her presence becomes more noticeable.

Kie feels him take a deep breath as she gently crawls on top of him, pulling back the covers so she can kiss his temple with affection. His attempt to pretend to be asleep is in vein, as she begins peppering him with kisses, making him let out a tired sigh/moan.

Her weight is comforting, like a weighted blanket creating a reprieve from his anxious thoughts. Trapped in her embrace felt more like freedom than bondage, and he'd gladly be tied to her forever. The warmth of her breath fans over the shell of his ear and it's literally all he can do to stay motionless, body tingling.

"Wake up," she whispers, kiss dropping on his cheek. Her hands run down the length of his arms, chest pressing on his back, taunting and tempting.

He groans his refusal, tucking himself further into the pillow. This woman is crazy if she thinks getting up at any time before ten was appropriate for a vacation.

"Fine," she pouts, feigning defeat. "I guess I'll just be all on my own today," she starts to climb off of him.

He doesn't call her bluff, instead quickly stepping into her game when he twists from his position to grab her hips. She squeals with surprised delight when he pushes her into the mattress. He leans over her, hair disheveled with bed head and blue eyes soft in the morning light. His chest is bare, shark tooth necklace dangling above her.

"I'm up," he rasps in a sleepy morning voice, looking half asleep even now.

"Are you?" she challenges.

He smirks, leaning in to press his lips to hers. "You want to find out?"

Her grin turns mischievous, understanding his intentions. She bites her lip, seductive as she can be. Is hard really, she's a walking thirst trap for him. Always has been. Even when she wasn't trying. Sometimes especially when she wasn't trying. Just was this goddess of his deepest desires that didn't even realize the power she has over him.

Unlike now, when she knows exactly what she does to him. Not that mornings were never hard for more than one reason, but her pressing up on him as he's just waking up—everywhere—wasn't only make that more challenging.

Her answer is to lean into his ear, smiling against it, he can tell. She coos, "Why I'm here."

God, this girl.

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