The Bad Girl in Boots

Cuddles - currently editing

I wake up with an arm curled lazily around my waist and a head buried in my neck. Hunter. His warm breath fans my collarbone, making me shiver. He shifts slightly, fingers trailing up my bare waist. A sigh escapes my lips and I freeze, hoping he didn't notice. A small smirk materialises on his face, and I groan, knowing he heard. "Morning." He says huskily, voice still thick with sleep. God his morning voice was sexy. I scowl, hating the way he made me feel. His arm is still slung around me and I try to wriggle out of his hold, only to have it tighten and draw me into his chest. He sighs, planting his chin on my head. "Where do you think you're going?" He murmurs. I huff and aim a kick at his ankles, earning a growl from him. His eyes darken a little.

"To pee." I say innocently, pulling back to look at him with wide eyes. I don't need the toilet, but I want to get out of his hold. He frustrates me so damn much.

"Nah." He deadpans.
"What?" I whisper screech, "I am exercising my human right to go and pee when I want to!" I growl.
"Nope." Comes the husky reply from above my head. His morning voice is doing all sorts of things to me and I need to get out of there. Fast.

"I swear to God if you don't let me go now I'll pee all over you!" Hunter snorts. "Just stay five more minutes here with me malyutka..." He says softly, close to my ear. Slowly he takes the lobe into his mouth, lightly pressing his teeth into it like he did in the lunch hall yesterday. I'm dimly aware of my breathing getting louder and faster, and my gaze flits to Kaylee for a moment, praying she doesn't wake up and see... well... This. Hunter slides his nose from my ear to my jaw, pressing a kiss to the soft skin just under it. A whimper echoes loudly through the room and it takes me a minute to realise it's mine. Hunter growls, eyes dark purple as his breathing speeds too. His hand on my waist tightens, dragging me closer still. He places another achingly gentle kiss on the side of my neck, continuing down and then back up again to my jaw. "God, malen'kiy volk (Russian: little wolf), you smell so good." He moans. Rather loudly actually, and out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of red hair as Kaylee sits up in bed, stretching. I silently beg Hunter to stop but he continues his assault to my neck. I watch with a sense of dread as she slowly turns her head to look at me. "Morning- oh my virgin eyes!" she screeches, and dramatically slaps her hands over her face, falling with a thump to the floor. I can't help but snort loudly. Hunter chuckles, dropping his head onto my chest and breathing deeply. "Get off of me!" I exclaim, giving him a shove, but all it does is make his eyes turn blue-black, and cause a growl to rumble in his chest. He scowls. "No." I glare back. "Yes."
"I said no!"
"Well I said YES!"
"No." Again the strange commanding tenor is back is his voice and I hear Kaylee shift uncomfortably from her designated place on the floor. I continue to glare at him, and eventually he relaxes, murmuring softly in my ear, his voice filled with genuine regret. "Sorry."
"It's OK." I mumble into his chest. He is now hovering over me, face above mine and holding himself up as if doing a push up on his elbows. "I forgive you." I say, eyes meeting his.
"And so do I!" Kaylee's muffled voice comes from below us. Then she springs up, agile as a cat (ironically) and hurls her hairdryer at Hunter's head.

"Now get the fuck out!" She yells cheerfully. He dodges the hairdryer, but doesn't move in time for the next thing that comes flying at his face, which luckily is a flip flop. "OUT!" Kaylee screams, continuing to chuck things at him until he bolts out of the room. I turn to her, stunned but grinning. "I love you so much." I snort.
"You too. Now go and get dressed, let's try and finish the day this time." I give her a playful shove. "Shhhh."

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We meet Jake and Ryan in the breakfast hall, finding a table before serving food for ourselves. The others finish within minutes, but I find myself unable to, clutching a pain in my stomach. They all exchange a knowing glance. "What?" I frown.
"Nothing." They reply in chorus. I sigh, not even bothered to try and pry an answer out of them. Suddenly a warm body sits down on the bench behind me, strong arms come around me, pulling my back against Hunter's muscled chest . "Hey, babezca."
"Stop with the annoying nicknames, Hunter. Pick one and stick with it!" I snap, an unexplainable ball of rage curling tightly in my chest. Instead of being angered as I expected him to, sympathy leaks into his tone as he says, "Can I carry on if I do this?" His hands slide round to my belly and slowly rub my stomach, and the pain starts to dull. It's still there but for some reason Hunter's touch soothes and dims it. I sigh, leaning back into him. I hadn't realised how much it had been hurting. His chin comes to rest on my shoulder as his hands continue to rest on my lower stomach.