Talk To Me

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Fuck

It was the first thing she thought of when she moved her neck and a slight pain shot through the area.

—Shit —was the first thing she said when she opened her eyes and in front of her was a hard abdomen rising and falling from heavy breathing. She blinked hard, trying to get her bearings, as this was clearly not a normal way to wake up.

She looked up, from a bare belly to where a rolled up shirt began, and finally to a head leaning back against the headboard of the couch.

But-

She widened her eyes in confusion, even more so when she realized that she was hugging him around the waist, no... worse was when she wanted to move her arms and they were both crushed between his back and the couch. Oh God. She blushed at the position, how the fuck did we end up like that... She couldn't believe they fell asleep, but even bigger that she had pulled his shirt up and ended up hugging him... asleep. Because it was obvious she had no notion of having done this with full control of her body.

Removing her hands behind his back was proving difficult, he was strong, and it didn't help that he's leaning all his weight right on that part.

—Bradley! —she mumbled, but he was still sleeping —wake up! —he was still on his own. Although it was going to be too embarrassing if he woke up and found her like this.

In her head popped up the most absurd idea, but one that might help. She sighed, ok this will be quick, you do it and get down on the ground, all fixed.

Stefani blew air from her mouth into his abdomen, which was already showing the work of the exercise every time... shut up and concentrate, she scolded herself. Light puffs would not be enough, so she tired, took a breath and blew hard.

He responded with a light chuckle still with his eyes closed, touching the area, she stayed as still as possible in a reflexive instinct. His hand as he moved away inevitably collided with the tip of her nose. Fuck. He frowned, but kept stroking the area, reaching up to her cheeks, making circles with his thumb. At this point she was inwardly trembling. Still unsure whether to cry out. His fingers dropped to her lips, touching them gently.

What do I do?

And so, she had the other great idea of the morning, she bit one of his fingers so that he would wake up already. It wasn't that hard, she didn't want to hurt him either. But what she didn't expect was for him to let out a guttural moan at the action. She frowned and looked up at him, still in his sweet dreams.

God knows I tried...

—BRADLEY!!! —she shouted, and so went the plan to wake up slyly.

He raised his head abruptly, blinking to get used to the light, he looked both ways and then slowly lowered it towards her, frowning slightly.

—Hello? —he said in that low, raspy voice that ugh... —what are you doing there? —he looked at her face, her head on his lap pillow and her hands wrapped around his waist.

—Move.

He felt his face getting hot as he looked at the expanse of her arms and then her legs cramped on the couch.

—You look very comfortable there.

She threw daggers at him with her eyes and he smiled.

—If you don't move, I'm going to scream.

—Don't do it, we don't want another one being woken up like this —he leaned his torso forward and she was able to pull her hands away.

—Idiot —he laughed at her answer, she sat next to him rubbing her eyes and adjusting her clothes —Why do you always sleep so much? —and she always had to get him up.