The watch

Chapter 3: Waves

I awoke in darkness. For a second, I thought my eyes were still closed and poked one, earning a loud squeal from me. Tears flooded that eye in an effort to soothe my eye.

I turned on my side, looking for Lyle. He wasn't there. I kicked off the sheets that were messed up. My dreams were filled with lust and they'd caused me to kick and grip the sheets like I was fighting my worst enemy.

I groaned and turned back over lazily. I rolled out of the bed and literally dragged myself to the closed bedroom door. Pulling myself up, I opened the door and started when I saw that the kitchen was on. As I neared the closed door, the scent of chocolate greeted me.

I opened the door and found Lyle sitting a the table with a mug of that heavenly chocolate. He looked up when he saw me. "Hello," he said. I replied, "hello." He stood and walked to me. "Do you want some?" "Sure," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

He poured me a cup and leaned against the wall as I sipped. And smirked. I kept sipping, staring at him. "So, how was your sleep? Was it... Interesting?" I spewed hot chocolate all over the wall. I am not kidding! There was hot chocolate all over the wall. Lyle knew! Lyle heard!

I bit my lip and blushed. Lyle took his mug and took a long, slow sip from it.  In the meanwhile, I just stood there gaping at him. "You- you heard me?" He nodded. I walked in to check in on you, and you moaning like-" "Okay!" I interrupted.

Lyle walked closer to me. He kissed my cheek"It was adorable." He said into my ear. I pulled away and tore off a paper towel. I began furiously scrubbing at the wall, but Lyle wrapped his arms around my waist. "Can we forget this conversation ever happened?" I chuckled nervously as he pressed my back to him.

Lyle shook his head and brushed his lips on my neck. I pulled away. "Was it bad?" I asked hesitantly. He smiled, trailing a hand down my waist. "Define bad." I moaned, covering my face with my hands.

Bad like I was crying out his name in my sleep. Bad like I was literally scratching at the bedsheets Bad like I was imagining Dream Lyle feasting on me. And climaxing in my sleep bad. So yeah, it was bad.

Lyle grinned as if he knew what I was thinking. I moaned again. I untangled myself from his grasp and almost ran to the bedroom. Once there, I crawled under the covers and hid there. Lyle crawled next to me after a minute.

"Good night," I said and turned away as he chuckled. He pulled me to him and kissed my neck. I blushed as I squeaked. As Lyle's hands travelled to my hips and pressed that part of me to him.

I bit my lip. "Lyle," I said, rolling my eyes into the dark. He chuckled. His lips brushed my cheek as those hands found there way under the straps of my underwear. He bit my neck, gently. And then Lyle slowly lowered my little lacy-

He groaned. I tilted my back to look at him, at what is was doing to him. His eyes were closed as he traced his finger along my inner high. Cursing, I bit my lip harder, and tasted the metallic tang of blood. And then Lyle stopped just as he was about to happen upon where I wanted him.

And then Lyle had my little lacy things off. I instinctively covered myself. No I'm totally kidding. But my hands were stopping his from removing those little lacy things.

He moved his hands to my waist and just held me there. He sighed. "Not tonight?" Lyle asked. I nodded slowly, then said yes. I didn't want to do I tonight. Nope. So I stayed awake until Lyle fell asleep. Then I fell once again into oblivion.

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I awoke to a sunny morning and Lyle's arms draped around me. Mt hair was tangled from I didn't know what, but- Lyle awoke and  pulled me closer to him.