I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The conversation

I opened my eyes, the furry haze of sleep still clinging to my vision. The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm glow over the room, and I could hear the faint sound of birds chirping outside.

I glanced down at myself, where Daya's arms were protectively wrapped around me. His hands rested upon my chest, and I found myself not minding their presence there. It was a comforting reminder of the night we had shared together.

This was my first time ever being with someone like this, and he just made it seem so easy. I don't think he could ever do anything which I wouldn't like.

After a few moments of me being awake alone, Daya stirred beside me. His eyes fluttered open, and he quickly moved his hands from my chest, a sheepish expression crossing his face.

" Fuck, I'm Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to touch you there, it must've just happened in the...."

I smiled and reached out to take his hand. "It's fine," I said. " it's you, so I don't mind."

A smile crept upon his face and he let his hands rest again, on my stomach this time. I smiled too, knowing he respects me and my body.

We lay in bed for a while longer, cuddling close, neither of us wanting to move. The warmth of his body and the sound of his steady breathing lulled me into a sense of contentment that I didn't want to get out of.

I whined when I felt Daya starting to move, "you hungry?" He grinned down at me, seeing the displeasure on my face at the sudden loss of warmth from his chest.

I nodded, and with that he slid out from the bed and put a hoodie on over his perfect body and headed towards the kitchen.

Not wanting to be without him I managed to get myself up too, putting on a hoodie to replace the loss of warmth I was feeling from his body.

The sweet smell of bacon and toast began to trickle into his bedroom, it smelt delicious and I couldnt wait to eat. I slowly walked into the kitchen where Daya was cooking, feeling bold I wrapped my arms around his stomach, cuddling him from behind.

"Well isn't that a nice surprise!" He grinned, smiling down at me before ruffling my curls with his hand.

As we ate, we sat on the couch and watched some ridiculously bad reality TV, the type you'd usually watch alone because you didn't want anyone to know you were into. We laughed and teased each other, and I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Daya reached over and took my hand. "I'm glad you're here," he said. "I had a really great time last night."

I returned his smile. "Me too," I said. "I'm really glad I met you, Daya."

Our eyes locked on to each other, and I felt Daya's hand move up from my own hands to my face, and he slowly leaned in and started to kiss my lips again.

I returned the favour, kissing him back, slowly and gently at first, before it became a bit more passionate. The taste of bacon filling my mouth would normally have made me feel sick, but with Daya I didn't care, if anything I wanted more of it.

We eventually pulled off of eachother and both sat smiling not saying a word. Daya got one of the pillows from beside him and put it onto his lap, leaning down on it. It made me feel fuzzy inside, knowing what he was actually doing and trying to hide. I was happy I could make him feel like that.

In an attempt to distract himself Daya asked me about my plans for the day, I wished I could stay here with him, but I had alot of writing to do. "I'll just be writing, writing, writing when I get home sadly" I said, playfully pouting, "what about you?"