Playing with fire

New starts

They lay closely in bed that night, she had been talking about a queens size bed and he'd laughed at her,

"Stop laughing at me,"

"A bigger bed means bigger sheets that are harder to find and wash and... Besides, we fall asleep like this and wake up like this,"

"I think you're forgetting how you tend to throw me around," she uttered,

"I've never heard you complain,"

"Exactly," she laughed, "another reason for a bigger bed,"

"You really want to do this?" He asked her, and she nodded,

"I think the question is, is are you ready to give up this flat?"

"If it means I get my wardrobe to myself again, yes,"

She ran her fingers down his arm gently, "I'm not sure I can promise that."

She watched him closely that night as he leaned against the window, looking out into the dark night. She often caught him as he was now, and she often found she enjoyed watching how peaceful and thoughtful he looked.

"Jacob," she whispered and he turned to smile at her,

"Yes sweetcheeks?" He replied, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.

"This bed is cold without you," she smiled and he closed the curtain and slipped into bed behind her.

"You are cold," he murmured against her hair as she turned to face him.

She looked up at him and slipped her arm under his own, "told you..."

He brushed her hair from her face and smiled,

"You hardly ever sleep a night through," she told him and he nodded,

"I blame the shift work," he replied,

"What do you think about at this time of night?" She asked as she stifled a yawn,

"You, mostly," he replied and she was momentarily silenced by his honesty,

"So you're telling me I watch you thinking about me?"

He laughed, a low laugh that made her smile again, "when you put it like that..."

A month later they had started to pack for their move and he found, much to her exasperation, he wasn't packing as quickly as she would have liked.

"Do all women have so much underwear?" He asked, throwing a bra at her as he rolled his eyes, "I mean do you really need all of this?"

She raised an eyebrow, "I've tried to sort through it before, but there's nothing I want to throw out,"

He smirked and she smiled, "what?"

"When you look like that, of course underwear looks good,"

She rolled her eyes, "you need to start packing," she told him as she slipped her hands up his chest, "you need to stop distracting me and..." She didn't get to finish the rest of her sentence as she soon found herself falling back into bed with the only man she wanted to be in bed with again.