Heartdriven: Too Driven To Drive

21. The Night Is Darkest Just Before The Dawn

Trigger warning: This chapter contains content that some readers may find upsetting.

    There were worse ways to wake up than stuck between Sebastian and the backrest of a couch, but it was also a bit sweaty. Alice hadn't awoken from being well-rested, but rather the hand that was moving around in her underwear. Having felt his hands move around her body for a while and up under her shirt, grabbing her breast very determined, she didn't bother with it until that hand travelled south and she became aware that he was trying to arouse her rather than just enjoying himself for a moment. Only just facing the backrest, her own back was pressed against him and it was not just her that had been aroused. While she had woken up with tingling coming from between her legs, he had awoken with a desire to fulfil.
    "Can you take off my underwear?... I can't reach." She didn't want him to stop for a moment, but her own desires were building up, and he was more handy removing clothes than herself, especially in the position she was lying in... swiftly getting them off her legs and lying back down behind her, kissing her shoulder, but really his focus was under her shirt.
    She pulled herself up from the couch and climbed over him. Thankfully he was only wearing underwear too, one less obstacle, and they only needed to go down to his knees for what she had in mind. But he wasn't just ready for her to get going, pressing her down and making her hold on to his chest for her own balance. She did enjoy getting to just kiss him for a bit... it gave her body tingles too, and let her own anticipation build.
    "You smell good... like...," rustling his face a bit in her hair, "... strawberries..."
    "I just brought shampoo from home... you smell like...," trying to smell him back, she wasn't really given any proper feedback, "I don't know what that is..."
    "Head & Shoulders."
    She pushed herself up from his chest to get a clearer look at him, "You still use that? It actually works for you?"
    "This is very good, Alice, you're so good at dirty talking," annoyingly poking at her thigh, as if she was to blame for the topic.
    She swatted away his finger, "You distracted me!"
    "Alright, you look hot, come here you little minx!", his hands moving from her thighs to her buttocks and very quickly pushing her forward to be positioned right on his crotch and feeling the hardness against her loins, but falling over him to just get a last taste of his lips before she could join herself to him. And after that, it was just easy sailing... or riding. She wanted to ride him off into the sunset.
    Holding on to his pecs as handles while moving on top of him, her thighs were sticking against his body from the sweat building between them, and his lip was getting rough from holding it between his teeth. He kept moving his hands up from her hips to her waist, never quite reaching for her breasts. But his lust didn't let him hold on till the end... only just the midway point, as she got the recognisable feeling of the tight grip he had on her, holding her still and grabbing her to press her down on his body. His arms wrapped around her back with just the shirt between them, she could feel his heart beat faster than her own.
    He began stroking her while coming to his senses, "What do you want for breakfast? Shall I get you some yoghurt? Or do you want me to make you some pancakes?", at least he had gotten some energy from that, as Alice still laid dissatisfied and tried to not let it be known. But it felt nice to have his fingers running up and down her skin to his comforting voice.
    "What do you want?"
    "I was just going to get some oatmeal. Maybe with strawberries...", he grabbed her butt at that word, making her lift herself off him, with a pretended shove to his chest, and sitting at the other end of the couch. He pulled his underwear back up to cover himself and sat up next to her, kissing her cheek. And neck. She liked sitting just like this, feeling his gentle touches.
    Trying to catch herself from falling back into his embrace, the rumble in her stomach was reminding her, "Should I go with you?"
    "No, just get some more rest. You're going to need it," jumping up from his seat, he picked up her underwear and threw them back at her, "We have a big day ahead of us."
    "Oh God. What now?", thinking about the still raw flesh on her sore feet from yesterday's hike.
    Not just her underwear, he tossed a rolled blanket at her as well, "We need to organise shells and clean the jars!"
    Shaking her head in a smitten haze, she got her lower half dressed back up and fell into the couch... listening to him rumbling around to get dressed, and whatever else he was doing. Making a bit too much noises for her taste, she snuck off to the bedroom to get her final bit of rest in quiet.