I woke up the next morning with my face pressed into the smooth skin of Louis' chest, his two arms hugging tightly around my waist. I relaxed into the position, deciding not to move even though the sun was shining through the window and blinding me, my bladder was begging to be voided, and my neck was cramping up. I didn't want this moment to end. Who knew how many more of these there would be?
I snuggled in closer, inhaling his scent.
"Mmm," he moaned sleepily, stretching and in the process tightening his grip and completely squishing me against him. I wiggled under his grasp and he loosened up, his lips brushing against my temple in the sweetest of manners. "Good morning," he murmured slowly against my forehead.
"Good morning," I replied back, accidentally letting a small giggle escape my lips.
"So what's the deal here, huh? Am I allowed to kiss you this morning?"
"That depends."
He peeled one eye open and looked me up and down. "Depends? On what?" He asked sketptically.
"Whether you have bad morning breath or not," I teased.
Louis let out a bark of laughter and then rolled over, still holding me tight so I was now lying on top of him. "Morning breath? How's this for morning breath?" He taunted as he breathed in my face, holding me tightly against my squirms. He actually didn't have bad breath at all. Of course he didn't.
"Stop!" I squealed, pushing my palms against his chest.
His lips brushed mine gently and I stopped moving completely, stunned once again my the way his touch made my whole body feel like it was on fire. "So, am I allowed to call you my girlfriend this morning?"
"I think we should see how it goes. Take it slow," I teased. Louis opened his eyes and starred at me with a dead pan expression.
"Slow? What have we been doing all this time?" He demanded, irritation pushing through his tone.
I grinned down at him. "Gotcha."
He rolled his eyes but then flipped me over so he was pinning me down against the bed. I let my gaze stray to the way his arms flexed as he held himself up. He repoisitioned himself so he was sitting on my hips and his fingers made there way up my bare stomach in little circlular motions.
"That tickles," I giggled.
"Well then say it," he commanded, his fingers moving faster now.
"Looooouis, stop!" I begged, thrashing around on the bed, kicking his butt with my feet. "I have to pee!"
"Say it, Stella!"
"I'm your girlfriend, I'm your girlfriend!" I said through chokes of laughter, but I couldn't contain the huge smile that spread all the way up my cheeks and made them ache.
He stopped and just looked down at me. "You're my girlfriend," he whipsered with satisfaction. "Finally." His hand slipped down to the waistband of my shorts and idly played with it, a mischievous look across his face.
"Behave yourself!" I arched my back and rose up to kiss him.
"I don't have to behave myself, I'm your boyfriend now." It was adorable how much satisfaction he got from just saying those words.
"Well, okay," I allowed. "But I wasn't joking about having to pee, so you may want to get off me. You're pressing right on my bladder."
"That's so hot," Louis replied sarcastically as he rolled off me.
