Level the Playing Field

Rather Go Blind.

A/n: Eh, hopefully the next one will be better. Enjoy☺️

There's something hard beneath her face, something solid and warm. And it's moving- gentle, rhythmic thumps against her cheek. She snuggles closer but her groan of content changes to distress mid- stretch when she feels intense cramping in her lower belly. Sadé peeks one eye open and is forced to squeeze it shut again because of the beam of sunlight coming through her window. It's morning already. She curls into a fetal position feeling another cramp. Lucidity brings awareness of the wet feeling below. Fuck. She's not due for another day or two but sometimes orgasms cause early onsets of her period. Orgasm. Orgasm!

Sadé leaps from the sleeping body in her bed. Jude is still in her bed. In the daytime.

"Jude?" She tries softly. The man doesn't even move. He's still lying on his back, one arm thrown across his face with the other out. The one that accommodated her cuddling form.

"Jude!" He starts from his sleep, eyes alert and scanning. He finds her kneeling in bed a couple feet away and instantly relaxes.

"You scared me." Is all he mumbles before getting comfortable in her bed again.

"Jude it's... it's daytime." She's jittery with panic while Jude on the other hand, is the definition of collected. He reaches for his phone and taps the screen to look at the time.

"Ah, we fell asleep. I have practice in an hour." His yawn trails off into a groan as his joints pop with his stretches. He looks over at her curiously, face a little puffy but still so gorgeous.

"Why are over there looking at me like you think I'm going to attack you, Sadé?" He asks exasperated. He reaches for her but she leans away from his grasp, careful not to move from the spot she's kneeling in.

"Um, you should go! To um, practice." She'd be red as a tomato if her skin wasn't brown. She knows the light-blue cotton shorts are stained and she knows they're grown, it's normal, but she can't help but feel embarrassed.

He cocks his head and stares. The kind of stare that makes her squirm, it feels so penetrating as if he can see beyond her physical body and peer into the depths of her soul to uncover her deepest, darkest secrets. Her ankle starts screaming at her to get out of the kneeling position.

"For fuck's sake, whatever." She huffs frustratedly. She carefully gets off the bed, trying not to put too much pressure on her ankle. She assesses the damage to the sheets. It's barely visible but she had planned to change them today anyway so it's not much of an inconvenience.

"Get up so I can get the sheets off the bed." She's looking everywhere except at him.

"Really, Sadé?" She's surprised at his chuckles.

"Go shower and I'll remove them. Hamper?" He's already clearing their phones and his laptop off the bed, placing them on the bedside table.

Sadé's body warms from head to toe offering a subtle nod and speeding to the bathroom.

Jude helps her make her bed. He teases her for being embarrassed the entire time but she wouldn't have it any other way.

"I don't know, I haven't been around men much obviously I'm gonna be embarrassed." She takes a seat on her freshly made bed, sighing in relief as she's finally able to take the pressure off her feet.