STRAWBERRY MILK

5

and all of the voices surrounding us here, they just fade out when you take a breath

i.

A head of hair is tucked into John's neck, little snores being breathed across his skin and down his chest. There's a warm heaviness to his chest, and he's trying to figure out if it's his heart or the yeti of a girl tangled around him; both really. He breathes, can still smell the ocean in Katy's hair as it tickles his nose, and then he sputters, blowing the raven hair from his mouth.

Katy groans, loud and annoyed, her eyebrows furrowing against John's skin. She squeezes tighter around him, turning her face against his, pressing against his cheek and letting out a sleepy sigh.

John smiles, his heart clenching. "C'mon babe," he whispers, "gotta pee."

Katy whimpers, her arms tightening from where they are wrapped around John's neck, rubbing her cold nose into his cheek.

"I'll be back," John says, turning so he's on his side, making the girl fall from his chest.

Katy hums heavily, pouting as she turns her head into the pillow, eyes still closed.

John laughs quietly, his body buzzing, god, he feels so fucking great. He kisses Katy's hand that curls into the pillow, laughing at the hum Katy makes. He loves when Katy is extra sleepy in the morning. Cute and ruffled and pouty, lidded-eyed and cuddly.

He rolls out of bed, stumbling to his feet. He holds his arms above his head, and stretches out. He hears a happy hum, and looks over his shoulder. One of Katy's eyes are open, blatantly staring down his back and to his ass. She quickly closes it, turning her face back into the pillow when she hears John's chuckle.

John feels a slight sting to his back as he walks to the bathroom of the hotel, kicking at a bikini bottom on the way. He yawns, doing his business and then grabbing his toothbrush from the plastic baggy he used as a travel bag. He brushes his teeth quickly, bending over to spit into the sink and to put his mouth under the faucet to wash out the extra paste. That's when he sees the small red mark.

He quickly rinses his mouth, spitting and turning the faucet off. He turns, looks behind his shoulder, and oh.

Little red marks trail his back, scratch marks. Not deep or bold, just little, dull, red marks trailing down his shoulders, and the midst expanse of his back, and fuck.

He bites his lip, lifting his arm and pressing his thumb into one of the light marks on his shoulders, a small whimper leaving his lips at the dull sting. Katy really is too fucking much, and John loves it.

When he walks back into the hotel room, Katy is curled on her stomach, head tucked into the pillows, body snuggled in the duvet. She looks warm, looks cosy and cuddly.

John means to slip in beside his girl, cuddle her into his chest and go back to sleep for a few more hours before they have to leave. Instead he crawls under the duvet, grabbing Katy's ankles and gently spreading her legs. The girl whines, shifting between sleep and reality, mind foggy and light. John bits his lip, staring over her milky skin in the darkness of the duvet. He sits between Katy's spread legs, gently prodding his fingers between Katy's thighs, spreading her apart. Her hole is red, pretty and red and used from last night, and John wants to taste.

He does.

Katy whimpers, shifting back, feeling a hot wetness between her- oh.

John knows Katy's awake when he feels her hips lightly rub the mattress, grinding her hips into the sheets. John licks, and licks again. tasting bits of his own come in and around Katy's hole, and its fucking great, fantastic. It shouldn't be, should be gross, disgusting, but he loves it, makes him wiggling his tongue in deeper, lick more fervently, spread his girl further apart, more, more, more.