For Fiona

29. Morning and Afternoon

Still mostly asleep, Tim felt light drops against his chin, his cheeks, and his neck, and then there was one to his Adam's apple that made him hum.

"Good morning," Lucy whispered, delighted.

He partially opened his eyes to the sight of her on top of him, light filtering through the window to hit her like a spotlight, her hair falling around them in messy waves, and aside from the sheets cocooning them, she was not wearing any clothing, and to complete the look, she was sporting probably one of her biggest smiles she had ever given him.

"Morning," he rasped and cleared his throat.

She continued with her task of pecking every square centimeter of his face while grinning.

"What are you doing?" He asked as his stomach did something funny.

"Kissing you," she answered, and she heard in her own voice how positively giddy she sounded.

"You missed a spot."

Before she could ask where he was referring to, he lightly cupped her chin to redirect her face until he could slot their lips together. Lucy only allowed herself a few moments to get lost in him before pulling away and pouting, "You're ruining my system."

"There's a system?"

"I wanted to make sure I've kissed every inch of your whole entire face."

"You've done that before."

"Is that a one time only thing?"

"No," he smiled, "I guess not."

"Well, now I don't know where I left off, so I have to start all over again."

"I have a better idea." He grabbed her by her hips to switch their positions and pulled her legs in close to feel enveloped by her.

She squeezed her thighs to urge him to crane his neck in the tiny space between them for another longer kiss that coupled with how his fingers danced along her legs made her feel lightheaded. "I love you," she sighed, and then his lips were back on hers. She lost track of time as their slow, tender movements allowed everything else to be forgotten...

Until she wrenched her mouth away and gasped, "Fiona."

"She's with Tamara, which means that for the first time, probably ever, there's no one and nothing to interrupt us," he pointed out. He thought they could spend a lazy morning in bed taking advantage of their lack of clothes and obligations, but she frowned instead of kissing him. "You want to go home already?"

"I never want to leave this bed," she admitted as she raked her fingers through the short hairs of his fade, "but I miss our little girl."

"How about we call her? Will that make you feel better?"

"Yes!"

Tim tried rolling off of her to search for a phone, but her legs firmly hooked around his waist prevented any movement. "I need to find a phone."

"Be quick." She did not want to lose his warmth for more than a second, and it took far longer than that, maybe even a while minute, before he settled himself back on top of her with his phone between his fingers. Once he unlocked it and dialed Tamara, she kissed him until there was an answer on the other end.

"Good morning," Tamara said into the phone smugly. "How's life at the love shack? Did I use that right? I looked up what old people say when they hook up, and that's all I could find that sounded kid appropriate."

"I'm not old," Lucy insisted.

"You're not, but your man is."

Tim rolled his eyes, unsurprised by the barb.