You wake to the sound of your alarm on the nightstand. It's still very early. The sunlight is just beginning to creep into the bedroom. You roll over and turn your alarm off. You lay on your back staring at the ceiling.
You look to your right and see that he's still sleeping soundly. Good. Your alarm didn't wake him. He looks so precious when he's asleep. The few lines on his face completely wiped away. His hair is messed up from sleeping. Well...some of it is from sleeping. The two of you did have an exciting night.
You roll out of bed as gently as you can, trying not to disturb his sleep, tiptoeing your way into the bathroom to take a shower. You turn the water on and step in. You notice you have a couple hickeys here and there, and make a mental note to try and cover them up when you get dressed later.
You finish your shower and step out into the steam-filled bathroom. You grab your towel and dry off before wrapping it around yourself so you can walk around the house.As you pad your way back into the bedroom, you hear noises down the hall in the kitchen. When you reach the bedroom you see that he is out of bed and assume that it was him making the commotion in the other room.
You decide to choose your outfit for the day. You stand in front of your closet with your back to the bedroom door. While figuring out what clothes to wear to cover up the marks on your neck, you feel a presence behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and he nuzzles his face into your neck and starts kissing it. He kisses his way up to your cheek, just in front of you rear. His beard tickles your face and you giggle.
"Good morning," he whispers in your ear. He pulls you close to his body and pulls at your towel a little attempting to take it off.
"Good morning," you reply giggling. "What were you doing in the kitchen?"
"Just whipping a little something up for us for breakfast." He made another swipe at your towel, this time managing to make it slip several inches before you realized what he had done.
You laugh again. "Hey! I have to get ready, " you laugh in reply.
"Well then. Why don't you let me help?" he replied with a wink.
"Because you will choose something that will get me into nothing but trouble,"you say jokingly. You were going to meet his parents later that day and you really wanted to make a good first impression. You are dating their son after all.
"I wouldn't do that to you," he replied not so sincerely. "I would pick something that I really like." He laughed as he finished his sentence.
"Yeah. That would be the problem."You smiled at him. "Go. I can figure out what to wear on my own."
He made one final swipe at your towel before leaving, this time pulling right out of your hands. It fell onto the floor before you could catch it. You turned and made a face at him. You couldn't really be mad at him. I mean it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. He had seen it all last night. He finally left the room and you went back to choosing an outfit.
"Wear that sweater with the birds on it! I like that one!" he called out to you as he walked down the hall, back into the kitchen. The sweater did look good on you and it did look good with a button down under it. A button down would easily cover up the hickeys from last night as well. Plus, you also knew that it really was one of his favorite shirts of yours. Maybe you could convince him to wear his bird shirt, as well.
You got dressed and in the sweater that he suggested as well as a nice button down shirt and a pair of nice skinny jeans. As you were getting dressed you could smell whatever he was "whipping up" in the kitchen. You padded your way down the hall until you came to the doorway of the kitchen. You pressed your back up against the wall just outside the kitchen and peered in. His back was facing the entrance to the room. Good. You sneaked noiselessly behind him. You grabbed his sides and yelled,making him jump. He turned around and smiled at you. Then the smile turned into a mischievous grin. He brought his hands up by his face and formed them into "claws". You laughed and began to run into the bedroom. But he was too fast for you. His long legs gave him a distinct advantage. He met several of your strides in one and quickly caught up with you. He snatched you up and carried you over to the bed. Laying you down and climbing on top of you.
He knew exactly where you are ticklish and began tickling you mercilessly. Soon, the two of you were roaring with laughter. You tried to reach his ticklish spots, but he knew where you were trying for and would pin your hands with his arms as he continued.
When he finally thought you had had enough, he let you up, only to capture you back up in his arms with your back facing him and pull you back onto the bed with him. This time just to cuddle. He wrapped his arms tightly around your body and held you close to his. After laying in his arms for several minutes,you rolled over to face him. You looked into his eyes and he smiled warmly at you. You returned the smile and buried your face into his warm chest. While you breathed in the sweet smell of his skin, he wrapped his arms around you tightly again and kissed you on the top of your head, burying his face in your hair.
The two of you laid there for what could have been hours. Not speaking. Just enjoying each others'presence. Until finally, the silence was broken by a low rumble coming from his stomach. You both had forgotten about the now long abandoned breakfast.
"Guess that means it's time to getup," he laughed and before you could even nod in agreement, your own stomach growled in approval.
"Sounds like it." You smiled at him warmly again and gave him a little kiss.
