Can We Teach Them? (Sequel to Can You Teach Me?)

Chapter 11 North

Chapter 11 North

Bootcamp week 7 (starting July 24th)

My nose was snuggled in close to the citrus and ginger scent of Sean's neck.  Some noise or shift in air pressure must have woken me up, but it was still dark out and I was groggy from last night's romp.  I burrowed deeper into Sean's chest.  His arm that laid across my waist tightened it's grip, helping to hold me flush against his body, yet he didn't wake.  I drifted back towards blissful sleep.

I felt the bed behind me depress with the weight of another and I froze like a statue, my eyes sprang wide open.  A hard body covered in rough jeans pressed along the length of my back and legs.  Silently thanking my lucky stars I had slipped back into my camisole and panties before drifting off to sleep last night.  A hand gently laid on my stomach, working under the hem of my camisole, the calloused fingertips drawing circles... no not circles, hearts.  A faint musk scent mixed with Sean's scent and I relaxed into North's hold.

"Hi, North Star."  I murmured through a croaky morning voice.

"Shhhh, Sang Baby.  It's too early to be awake."  His breath tickling the back of my neck, ruffling the hair as he spoke.

I giggled quietly.  Yes it was too early to be awake, but I wasn't the one waking people up at this ungodly hour.  And what was he doing here so early?  Not that I'm complaining.  Never!

When the alarm finally went off, Sean asked in surprise, "Why am I waking up with another man's hand pressed to my stomach between Pookie and I?"

North grumped, "Would you rather have found my hand on another part of your body?"  He snagged the pillow from under my head, rolled onto his back, and draped the pillow over his face.  He began snoring almost immediately.  He must be exhausted.

Sean chuckled while shaking his head no.  He slid out of bed, scooped me up bridal style, and marched us into the bathroom.  After setting me down on my feet, he put toothpaste on my toothbrush and turned on the shower.  He stepped up to the toilet and relieved himself.  My cheeks flamed red and I averted my eyes.  No way was I going to creep on him as he peed.  Once he flushed, I glanced out of the corner of my eye as he turned his back to me, slipped out of his boxers and stepped into the tub/shower combo.  At that point my view was obstructed by the shower curtain.  I had a feeling of domestic intimacy.  The kind that married couples must feel all the time.

I happily brushed my teeth and spit.  Taking another glance at the shower, judging how much he could have washed in the short amount of time he was in there, I quickly sat on the toilet to relieve my screaming bladder.  When I was done, I pulled up my panties and flushed.  Just as I grabbed the bar of soap to wash my hands, Sean yelped, and crashed out of the shower sideways, the curtain tangled around his naked sudsy body.  "Ahhhhhh!  Help Pookie!"  His arms flailed about recklessly.  "What the hell?!?  I have shampoo in my eyes!  Why did you scald me?"  A barrage of questions barreled out of his mouth.

I grabbed a washcloth and wet it in the sink.  Grabbing a hold of his wild arms, I scoot in close to him, kneeling next to his head.  "Just hold still.  I am going to wash out your eyes."  Sean's face turned toward the direction my voice came from. 

I rung out the rag over each eye, then gently wiped away all traces of suds and water.  Sean blinked a few times and then smiled that cheeky smile of his, "If you wanted to see me all slippery and wet, you could have just asked.  I would have gladly invited you in my shower."

I rolled my eyes, "I didn't do anything malicious, I just flushed the toilet."

"Mmm hmm.  Says the woman in clothes kneeling next to the naked man."