Searching For Sawyer

|7| Late Night Fiascos

Chapter 7

The sound of thunder woke me from my finally peaceful slumber. Groaning in annoyance, I slowly reached for the clock on his side table. 3:20am. My half conscious mind took this in. Seriously. The first time I have a dream that isn't plagued with him, the weather decides to give me an unplanned wake up call. At 3:00 in the fucking morning.

The rain continues to pelt on the windows, the thunder joining in every now and then. After ten minutes of vainly attempting to fall asleep, I decide to just get a glass of water and see if I can find some aspirin for the headache that has decided to grace it's presents.

My feet drag as I creep towards the door. I gently open it, hoping it won't creak. It doesn't. A slight smile crosses my face at the small success. Okay, c'mon Sawyer almost there. I quietly enter the kitchen/living room area. Shit. I didn't account for Cabe sleeping on the couch. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Where else was he gonna sleep Sawyer?

I look over Cabe, trying to determine whether he's sleeping or not. I can't tell. Either way he still hasn't noticed me lingering at the door, so I'll take that as a sign he's dormant. I gently walk across the wooden floor, trying to keep myself from falling over due to the cloak of darkness surrounding me. I glance over at Cabe again, the moonlight illuminates his face. How can someone look so sexy when their sleeping?

His black hair falls over his eyes, his lips are slightly open. He doesn't even snore. Even I snore a little, it's not fucking fair for someone to be so perfect.

I shake my head and look back towards the counter. I just need to figure out where the hell they keep their glasses. And aspirin. I silently creep to the cupboards, luckily they're see through. Glass glints in one of them. Bingo. I take a glass from the cupboard and quickly fill it with cold water. Gulping it down, I realise just how thirsty I was.

I look around me, hoping they have a medicine cupboard. I squint my eyes and manage to make out different bottles and such in one of the top cupboards. Fuck, I'm gonna have to climb up the counter in order to reach the handle. My headache pounds against my temple, clearly making the decision for me.

Pulling myself up I squat on the wooden countertop. I feel around me, making sure I won't step on anything. Once it's confirmed that I won't lose a foot, I timidly stand up, trying to stay as balanced as possible. I feel for the handle of the desired cupboard and pull it open. Reaching around I begin to pull out random containers, to then attempt to determine which resembles aspirin.

Six bottles later, my headache only worsening, I finally find an aspirin container. Fuck yes! A relieved smile stains my lips. A voice breaks me out of my celebratory moment.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I squeal in surprise before tripping over my feet and falling. Falling into the ceramic tiles, banging my head in the process. Fuck that hurts. My headache just tripled in pain.

"Shit, are you okay." I hear feet padding quickly over to me. I groan, clutching my arms over my head and squeezing my eyes shut.

"Hey, look at me. C'mon Lilly. You can't fall asleep." His husky voice warms my cheeks. He has a pretty sexy morning voice.

Not the time Sawyer.

Listening to his instructions I peal my eyes open. Holy shit. The sight that greets me almost knocks me out completely. Cabe is hanging over me in nothing but a pair of boxers, his chiselled body on full display. He turned on a lamp so I can clearly see his model worthy face looking at me in concern. He's biting his bottom lip, clearly a habit he does when he's nervous.

That habit needs to die.

Redness coats my cheeks and I whimper, the banging in my head returning. Cabe wraps his arms around me and stands up. I cling onto him, his warmth seemingly infecting my veins. His smooth skin causes tingles to run up and down my spine.

I snuggle deeper into him, ignoring the warning bells ringing in my head; the comfort from him overcomes any other thought. He whispers in my ear, causing me to shiver at the intensity and...hotness.

"I'll take you to the bathroom. I'll be able to see your head better." I nod noncommittedly, his clear effect on me too distracting for me to actually understand what he's saying.

He opens the door to the bathroom and switches the light on. He sits me on the counter and I whimper at the loss of contact. Did I just fucking whimper. He's clearly thinking the same thing as mirth dances in his eyes.

"If I knew you wanted to touch me so badly, I would've let you a while ago." His teasing voice annoys me and I glare at him.

"I'm in pain, I have no control of my actions. I'm merely in a delirious state of mind due to the fact I banged my head on your fucking tiles." My voice is a furious whisper and I clench my fists, hating the vulnerable state he put me in.

He raises his palms up in mock surrender before fixing me once again with a worried look. "I get it. Now let me look at your head." He gently feels around the top of my head. The tingle of his fingers surprise me and I wriggle on the counter.

His hands band around my thighs, and I gasp at the hotness of his action, my senses suddenly heightening whilst my body burns in anticipation.

"Stop moving. I need to check your head." His raspy voice breaks me once again from the reverie I was stuck in. I look up at him; his raven hair falls messily over his icy blue eyes. My eyes slowly trail towards his lips. Fuck. Time to look away Sawyer.

Keeping my eyes firmly to the left of his chiselled features I nod. He lets out breath of minty air before returning to his earlier inspections.

"Does this hurt?" He applies pressure to my temple and I wince. Too tired to respond verbally, I nod.

"Okay. I think you're fine, but you might want to take that aspirin your clutching so tightly." He pointedly looks towards my clenched fist and I blush. Well thanks to my apparently iron grip, I had managed to keep the aspirin with me.

He surprises me by gently unclenching my hand and removing the small bottle. I stare at his actions, speechless. Who would think something so seemingly innocent could turn you on this much.

I blush at this thought. Too soon Sawyer.

I feel him brush my falling tendrils behind my ear. What the fuck am I doing? I quickly jump off the counter, his bold action suddenly reminding me of what I am. Definitely not worth anything.

"Um, thanks for everything. It really helped." It's pretty cramped in this small bathroom so I have to crane my neck in order to look at him. I force a smile his way before quickly squeezing my way out. I quickly walk back to his bedroom and crawl under his duvets, seeking a new source of warmth. I glance to my side and see that it's 4:40am.

Fuck. We were in that bathroom for nearly an hour. 

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First of all I would just like to say thankyou soo much for 150 reads, it makes me so happy that you guys are actually reading this and (admittedly) surprised ;). I hope you liked this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Once again, thankyou so much for any comments, votes and reads, it's really encouraging.

- Valerie