Fame and Consquenses

5: You Are In Love

Sunlight sneaks through the crack in the blinds and birds start to sing louder as the night fades in to morning. I'm the first to wake, my heart stopping for a few beats after I realise who's in my bed. Audrey's limbs are wrapped around me, her face buried in the crook of my arm, and I almost kiss her head before I remember that's not why we're here. Instead, I let my arms relax around her waist and close my eyes, pretending to go to sleep again.

Not long later, I feel her shift a little, her arm slipping out from beneath me to gain some feeling back. I let my eyes flicker open, slightly surprised to see her already looking up at me, chin on my chest. She smiles, and I blush.

"Hi."

"Hi."

I blink out of the trance she briefly puts me in, the events of last night seeping back into my brain.
"How are you feeling?"

"Mmmh.." She responds with, and I can almost see the cogs turning in her head as she tries to decide on her answer. Suddenly she throws the sheets back and swings her legs out of my bed, and I watch her hurry over to the bathroom door and shove it open. As I'm getting up to go help, I hear her throw up a couple times and let out a defeated groan, but by the time I make it to her she's on her feet again.

"Jesus Audrey, are you okay?" I ask softly. She leans over the sink and nods, and I look at her through the mirror, tilting my head.
"I think that was the last of it," she sighs, then looks up at the mirror too. She doesn't meet my eyes, instead taking a moment to comb her fingers through her hair and, disappointingly, tug the sweater of mine she's wearing down over her bare legs.
"I'm so sorry about... all of this."

She gestures at her general appearance, making the corners of my mouth turn down.
"Don't be sorry, darling," I whisper, taking a little step forward until our shoulders brush. Just before I open my mouth to give her a compliment, she rushes out into the main room with a pink face. I smile to myself, amused by how much less confidence she has now that she's sobered up. I follow her lead in touching myself up, making sure I look slightly less like a wreck now that she's conscious enough to remember how I look.

When my hair is less frizzy and my lips are less dry, I leave the bathroom, hearing the coffee machine running in the kitchen. When I look over, I see Audrey facing away from me, her hands on the counter and her head dropped. I just gaze at her for a moment, her pale legs poking out of my hoodie. I picture them last night, when she was on my lap. This morning, wrapped around my body. I want to walk over and run my hands down the back of them, but her bringing a hand to her forehead and shaking her head a little makes me furrow my eyebrows. She doesn't look like she's going to be sick again, just... thinking.

"Hey, you good darlin'?" I ask across the room. I start to walk over as she responds.
"Yeah, good, just... thinking..."

Wow. Read her like a book. Maybe we really are perfect for each other. I come to stand next to her, and when I see her trying to discretely wipe a tear, I put a hand on her shoulder.
"You sure?"

"Audrey?"

"Mhm... sorry..."

"Look up."

For some reason, of all my attempts, this one works. As her head tilts upward my hand slides to the back of her neck, and her dark doe eyes lock with mine. I had something else to say, but all plans fly out the window with one glance.

My other hand slides up to hold her face, and I feel one of hers land on my chest, but I don't break eye contact. I lean in slowly, only closing my eyes at the last second, and I press my lips to hers. Euphoria fills my body as I get to do what I've wanted to do for so many months, but I force myself off her shortly and look at her again. Her cheeks are flushed, her hand is slightly closer to my neck, and her eyes lag behind a little in opening. All good signs.

"Was that alright?" I whisper after a few seconds, scared she'll say no, or worse, nothing. She makes a tiny noise of approval, which makes my eyes light up, but only for a split second before she reaches up and kisses me again. This time her arms wrap around my neck, and she pulls herself up and in to me. I place my hands on her hips and return the kiss, longer this time, but still trying to restrain myself. Thankfully that's not something she seems to be worried about as she lets her tongue slip into my mouth, and I hold back a reactionary moan.

I let my hands tighten around her, starting to push her back toward my bed. She obliges, taking small steps and not moving her lips more than an inch from mine the whole trip.
When the back of her legs hit my bed frame, I put my hands on her shoulders and give her a small smirk before shoving her toward the mattress.

"Okay?" I ask, my hands coming to her knees. It's all moving a bit fast, but I have no complaints. My eyes rake over her, waiting for her to consent to my next moves. Then I hear her pretty little voice telling me everything I need to hear.

"Perfect."