Beach Body

The next morning

I woke early, after a night of tossing and turning in my bed sheets. No matter what I tried, I couldn't sleep- all I could think about was Georgia and the kiss we shared last night. Just thinking about it, early this morning, got me hard. Looking over at the time, on my cell phone, I read 5am. Well, there was no way I was sleeping now, with an erection so hard that it was painful. So I decided to get up and have a cold shower. 

After my shower, I covered myself with a towel and headed out to the kitchen to make a cup of black coffee. Since last night- a sleepless night- I had become groggy and needed a heavy dose of caffeine. I was waiting for the kettle to boil when I heard movement in her room. Looking at the clock, it read 05:32. What is she doing up so early? A part of my mind resounded the idea that maybe she couldn't sleep either and maybe for the same reason. If she's getting up, I thought, I might as well make breakfast. Looking in her fridge, I was relieved to see that she had eggs and bacon. So, I turned on the stove to heat the frying pan and began to crack some eggs, dropping them into the now hot oil.

You couldn't really describe the expression, that was plastered over Georgia's face, when she saw me in just a towel. Well, you could: lust-filled. You could clearly tell, from her wide eyes, mouth agape and her eyes tracing each curve of my body, that she found me attractive. Very attractive.

"Like what you see?" I asked, the thought, of her eye-raping me, sending a smirk to my face.

 "We should make it another rule that you have to be in more than a towel." She said, dismissively "And you can't be shirtless."  Her face was turning red and she was clearly trying to hide it by staring at the floor but I think, sub-consciously, she knew I could still see the blush that was starting below her neckline. God, how I wanted to know where the blush started.

"Why?" I asked, the smirk now turning to a grin "Does my shirtlessness bother you?"

"Yes." she stated, honestly. But when she realised she had temporarily lost control of her speech, taken over by her own brain, she became uptight and uncomfortable all at the same time. "It's indecent."

I couldn't help but laugh at her awful excuse for a save. She was so adorable. "You can't just deal with the fact that you find me attractive. It's okay. It would be considered strange, in this town, if you didn't." I know that what I said may have sounded conceited but I was trying to prove a point, here, people. I was trying to prove that her feelings toward me were only natural.

She scoffed at what I said, no doubt thinking I was arrogant, or something. So I decided to try and avoid her thinking I was an arrogant son of a bitch by asking if she wanted any breakfast. But she replied with just a nod. This girl is gonna take some serious work to trust me. "How many eggs?" I asked her, with a smile on my face. 

"None." she stated, her face void of any expression. 

"You don't like eggs?" I asked, trying to make conversation. I could have slapped myself, afterwards, though- of course she likes eggs; she has them in her fucking fridge. Which is why I was surprised to hear her say "No."

"Okay." I responded. I wouldn't really call it a reply because I didn't know what to say. I couldn't figure out why someone, who didn't like eggs, would keep eggs in the fridge. So, yes, I'd say it was definitely more of a response than a reply.

Now knowing that she didn't like eggs, I set the ones, I'd already made, aside for me, while  getting some bacon off the grill and making a bacon sandwich.

"Thanks." she mumbled, in response. I guess she's not used to having someone cook food for her.

"You're welcome." I replied, quietly. 

As soon as she set her teeth into the sandwich, a look of surprise and complete desire filled her face a she let out a moan of appreciation. Just the mere idea of me getting her to make that beautiful noise sent my dick on fire. She made two more of those melodic moans before I had to get her to stop. I was already hiding behind the counter to obscure the view of my growing erection. "Keep moaning like that and I might have to go take a cold shower." The irony was that it was the God's honest truth. I smiled at the idea that she wouldn't believe me, even though I was being honest. I watched as her lust-filled eyes landed on my lips and then my eyes. As soon as her eyes met mine, her famous blush crept up to her cheeks, again. The idea of the whole situation made me laugh and this seemed to increase her ever blossoming blush. 

"W-what's so funny?" she stuttered in that cute English accent.

  "You're so cute." I told her, truthfully and with a smile. Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion, so I thought I'd just tell her what I meant "you look so cute when you blush and when you stutter. And what's so sad is that you don't even realise it."

Her blush seemed to be in full on mode, now, as it went from pink to red. She gave a sigh of defeat and looked down. I hated it when she thought she needed to hide from me. We were standing so close and I don't even remember walking to stand next to her. I looked down at her lips and the determination to kiss her became overpowering. I leant down,holding her face in my palms. Her eyes widened- she was scared. We were only about an inch apart, now. "Don't fear me, England." I told her so quietly that she would only just hear me- like we were in our own little bubble. Finally, I moved the extra inched and closed the space between us, my lips connecting with hers. Her breathing hitched and it seemed the fire was alive in both of us, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and deepening the kiss. I traced her bottom lip with my tongue and they parted, allowing me entrance. The taste of her tongue against mine was like no other. The kiss would have deepened and become more powerful, if it weren't for the random blaring of 'Barbie girl' coming from Georgia's cell phone. I smiled at the idea of her having that song as her ringtone but that ringtone sent a look of worry and panic to her face as she ran to answer the call. 

Whomever it was, on the other end, must have been pissed because I could hear the yelling from the other side of the room- no wonder Georgia flinched, slightly, when she answered the phone, moving it away from her ear. But she clearly did not fear the yelling. In fact, it seemed as though she expected it because she cut off the person's yelling with a single sentence:

"Would you shut up so I can actually tell you the whole thing, not whatever rubbish the sun printed?" I smiled at my little lioness being so innocent one minute and so sassy and controlling, the next. She clearly was having a private conversation because she walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.