Demons without Desire

The gift that keeps giving

I moaned softly as I felt fingertips swirling on my bare back before the patter of fingertips running up my skin.

"Not yet daddy." I moaned.

"Daddy? Daddy. I'm interested." Zak zoned in moving closer. I smiled lazily and lifted my body up enough to drop down on his chest and nuzzle in.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered playing with my hair.

"Handsome." I mumbled patting his chest with my hand.

"Sure.. You're going back to sleep aren't you?"

"Hmm.. Maybe."

"Go on then."

"Love you."

"You too." He chuckled as I dropped off again under the sound of his heartbeat.

It seemed only a few minutes before an alarm clock was screeching making me jump "Sorry. Sorry. I thought I turned the damn thing off. Sorry. You okay?" Zak asked as I looked up at him.

Seeing his hair in every direction from sleep and my hands from pulling it last night I smiled "You're disgusting good looking in the mornings. It's not humanely possible to make me feel so turned on." I groaned putting my head back on his chest as he chuckled.

"Good morning to you too."

"You radiate heat.. My own walking hot water bottle." I replied closing my eyes to saviour the warmth.

"Can we talk?" He asked making me open my eyes instantly.

"Okay.."

"About yesterday."

I knew the talk was coming, sitting up I held the bed sheet on my chest and rubbed my eye as I stifled a yawn. Blinking widely I found Zak with his head tilted to the side slightly watching me.

"What?" I asked noticing my voice was raspy.

"If I wake up every morning with you like this... I will know I've made it in life."

I pulled my hand away from my eye taking the words in. I had a cool exterior but inside? Inside I had gone all mushy, I wanted to cry and sit myself in his embrace.. I wanted him.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset y-"

"How dare you be so lovely and loving in the morning?" I mumbled as tears were brewing.

"You're not gonna cry?" He laughed.

I began moving into his arms "Shut up. Don't laugh." I grumbled whilst he chuckled.

Sitting across his lap I looked up at him happily to be close to him. "Better?" He asked.

I nodded and drew my finger over his lips, giggling when he took my hand and kissed my palm repeatedly.

"Last night.." I reminded him. He nodded his head and entwined our fingers before looking at me.

"Please..-"

"Never hit you. I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I was mad and I should have projected my anger another way. Without shouting or hurting you." I said looking at his eyes.

"I accept your apology. But I need to apologise as well for manhandling you like that. I have never laid my hand on a woman... You got under my skin. I couldn't separate my feelings from anger to wanting to take you there and then against the fridge.."