Banana Girl: a thatcherjoe love story

Chapter 23- tangled up

I got back to our hotel room around 5:00 am, after babysitting drunk Tanya for about 3 hours.
I had a shower, and grabbed Joe's baggiest t-shirt, and a pair of clean (and very small) underwear, slipping the shirt over my body (it came down to my knees!!), then climbed into bed.
"Sh•t!" I swore, under my breath, as I tripped and fell on top of Joe.
He moaned and woke up, rubbing his eyes and stretching.
"What? Vi, it's only 4:53!" He said, glancing at the clock, thinking I'd woken him up on purpose.
"I know, I tripped, I'm sorry!"
"S'ok, but... Whoa." He began, but stopped as I realised my (his) t-shirt had folded up at the back, revealing my tiny underwear, that looked more like a thong than ever (they used to be women's boxers, but that was years ago, now- they'd been too small for as long as I can remember).
"Creep!" I smiled, accusing him of looking at my 'thong.'
He looked at me, and my smile disappeared. He had a sexy smirk, and the duvet only just covered his boxers- ooh.
I crept into bed beside him, my lips meeting his. At first it was gentle, but not for long- it was as though I could press myself up against him, but it still wouldn't be close enough. His tongue was in my mouth, my tongue was in his, we couldn't get enough of each other. Our bodies were one, there was no me or him, there was just... Us.
No boundaries, no limits.
Nothing seemed dirty or stupid, just... Right. We were tangled up. It was lush.
Next thing I knew, I was asleep, and he was kissing my forehead.
God, I loved him.