Friends

Part 12

Chris shifts, his eyes starting to open.

Jeez, he still feels so tired.

He throws an arm over his eyes to block out the light streaming through the window, his tired mind trying to remember why he felt so comfortable, his body relaxed and a little bruised.

It was like he'd been in a fight.

He feels you shuffle beside him, and his arm lifts, head rolling.

Ah, that was right.

He chuckles, and rolls onto his side, winding his arm around your waist and pulling you fit against him, your curves slipping into his.

He'd spent the night with you again.

And god, you were good in bed.

Chris wasn't sure if it was because you two had been friends so long, twenty years worth of repent sexual tension finally able to get its release - or if it was the fact you were just good in bed.

Or he was.

He wasn't sure.

All he knew, was that he was content.

At some point the two of you had managed to make it into the shower in the middle of the night, all hands again. He chuckles at the memory, his arm tightening around you.

You were his.

Well, not officially, he reminds himself, pressing his lips against your shoulder. He hadn't asked you to be his girlfriend, it wouldn't be appropriate just yet. But, if things kept going as good as they were, he had intentions of it.

You shuffle against his touch, giving a long sigh in your sleep.

You had managed to get into one of your big t shirts again, wearing another pair of shorts that Chris didn't want anyone else to see you in they were so small, and he'd returned to his sweat pants, his band name scrawled down the leg.

How would the fans react? he wonders, thinking about Devins pictures with you. They'd seen pictures of you over the years, you'd always been a part of the band; you'd visited here and there, and every member of the band, even the ones who were no longer apart of them, had met you. You and Ang had been pretty good friends, though TJ had always seemed to get under your skin.

Chis lips quirk at the memories.

God, did you two have a lot of memories together.

Your mothers were going to have heart attacks when they realized you were together.

If we can make it that long.

Chris frowns at the thought.

Surely -.

You shift again, stirring, and his attention is drawn to you as you stretch, your shirt rising above your stomach as your fingers curl into fists above your head. Your fingers then go to your eyes, rubbing them tiredly.

You were so adorable.

He quickly presses a swift kiss against your jaw, making your eyes open, and you blink a couple times before giving him a sleepily smile.

"Morning," you mumble, getting to your elbows and looking down at him, your hair tousled around your face, still in your eyes.

"Morning," he murmurs, his hand flexing against your bare stomach. His eyes were alert, so you figured he'd been awake for a little while.

He'd always been an early riser.

You weren't much of a morning person.

You tilt your head as you look at him, seeing he was looking a little apprehensive, like he had the first time you'd slept together.