She woke the next morning, her head nuzzled in the crock of Dylan's shoulder. She kissed him firmly on to his chest and detangled herself from the sheets. She was working the day shift and she was already pushing it. She made her way to the bathroom as quietly as she could. Looking in the mirror she could tell she had finally had good night sleep after Dylan had carried her back to bed, as her hair sat perfectly in place. She noticed a new pile of small wooden draws in the corner. She had always been nosey and didn't hesitate to have a look inside. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated as she began to pull the contents out: all of her favourite make up, in her shade, filled the top draw, her favourite skin products in the second and her favourite bath soaps in the bottom. She poked her head around the door and gazed at Dylan sleeping peacefully, in her blanket. She closed the door quietly and applied her new make up. Her mind began to whirl and she gripped the sink to steady herself. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose. She would not use this as an excuse to hope. A new tooth brush sat in the holder and she pulled it out. Scrawled across the cardboard was Dylan's handwriting. 'For you.' She guessed from now on she would have her own tooth brush living at his. That sounded like one hell of a commitment.
She was in dire need of caffeine, she needed her daily fix. She wandered to the kitchen and opening the cupboards, she found two of her mugs nestled between Dylan's. She fixed herself some food and drank her tea before making one for Dylan. She drifted to his bedroom and carefully placed his mug on the nightstand. She took a moment to absorb how delicious he looked wrapped up in her blanket. She placed a soft kiss on his lips and as she pulled away two hands gripped her hips and hauled her into the bed. Dylan was on top of her, crushing her with his weight and before she had time to respond his mouth was on hers. He was eating her as if she was the yummiest of breakfasts. She had to grip he shoulders to keep up with him and wrapping her legs around his back she forced him against her harder. He took both her wrists in his hand and pinned them above her head as he started to rock his hips against her.
"Trying to sneak out, Wright?"
"I didn't want to wake you."
"If I get to do this to you then you can wake me up whenever you'd like. Preferably naked."
She let out a giggle. With his free hand his pulled down her top and bra, exposing the arch of her breasts. He sucked her curves into his mouth and swirled his tongue on her smooth skin. She twisted her hands from his grip with no avail.
"Dyl, I have work."
"Call in sick? Then I'll fall back asleep and you can wake me up naked."
She reached up and bit hard on his shoulder. "Maybe next time."
He wrapped his arm around her and flipped them over. As she straddled him he ran he hands over her arse and down the back of her long legs. "You're pretty damn perfect, Ally Mae." He gave her bum a light tap. "Now scurry along before I convince you on how staying in bed all day is much better than work."
She sucked his bottom lip and gave him a kiss, then quickly made her way from him. She knew it wouldn't take much convincing. She was already contemplating turning around and jumping on his bones. She moved faster, she didn't want to let down Vince.
"Your smile could make a man forget how to breath." Vince smirked at her. "Was it seeing my handsome face that made you so happy or do we have Dylan to thank?"
Ally shrugged and grabbed a lump of ice out of the cooler and lobed it at his chest. "A bit of both."
Coming up behind her, he wedged her between the bar and himself and reaching forward he grabbed a handful of ice and put it down her top. She began to squeal and jump on the spot. "Frick, Vince, that's bloody freezing."
