Red Cure (on hold)

Part 8

1:00 am

I’m not exactly sure what just happened between Sharp and I but it was definitely a step in the right direction.

September 11 2039 7:35 am

Last night I was lying in bed, thinking, as I was unable to sleep with the noise of the wind beating a branch against my window. I was so tired, just as I would fall asleep it would bang extra loud and bring me once again out of my near sleep state of mind and into a frustrated wakefulness. I finally got so tired of it that I got out of bed and went in search of a new place to sleep. I wondered down the hall with my eyes half closed from weariness and headed towards Peter’s room. I didn’t feel like going in search of a mattress that wasn’t animal ravaged and then finding un-moldy blankets so I figured I would just borrow half of Peter’s bed for the night.

I opened the door to Peter’s room at about 1:30 in the morning. He was of course asleep like a person should be at that time of the night. Not wanting to bother him I closed the door quietly and climbed silently into the bed. I pressed closely to his side for warmth. A moment later I was almost asleep when he turned towards me and draped an arm over my waist and pulled me closer with a satisfied sigh. We stayed close like that for the rest of the night and I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well in my life. I didn’t wake up once until morning when the light of dawn just barely shone into the room, only lighting it up enough to see things in a sort of haze.

His face was right next to mine as we had somehow in the night turned to face each other. He had a little smile on his face as he slept on. I smiled myself and snuggled closer. I suddenly remembered what I had been wearing for pajamas. I wore only my underwear and a bra with a gray t-shirt that I had found that reached my knees when I was standing but was up around my hips from sleep.

I was trying to decide whether to leave or if it even mattered when Peter stirred. I tried to get rid of the blush I knew was on my face before he opened his eyes but I just blushed anew when he looked at me.

“What are you doing in my bed?” He said quietly as he sat up on his elbow his voice deep and husky from sleep. And that’s when I realized what he was wearing for pajamas. Boxers. That’s it.

“I couldn’t sleep. A branch kept banging on my window so I came in here, I hope you don’t mind.” I said.

“I don’t mind.” He said leaning towards me. He gently caressed my face with his fingers and I leaned into his touch. I felt his lips against mine before I opened my eyes and I kissed him back, my hand going to his cheek. His kiss was gentle sweet and long, and I enjoyed every minute of it. When he pulled away I could already feel the blush forming and I looked down at the bed.

“Are you always going to blush after I kiss you?” He asked brushing a kiss against my cheek. It only made me blush further.

“Good.” I could feel his lips forming a smile against my skin as he kissed my jaw.

“I like your blush.” He said returning to my lips. He was always so tender and careful when he kissed me. If he didn’t set such a good example I might have kissed him longer. He pulled back and smiled at me. I smiled back and watched as he got out of bed and started to get dressed.

“It’s too early; I don’t want to get up yet.” I said pulling the blankets over my head with a groan.

“You have to get up Sharp we’re leaving after breakfast.” I heard Peter say from across the room along with some shuffling noises.

“I’m too tired.” I said. I heard footsteps and, realizing what he was going to do, I pulled my shirt down around my legs before grasping the edge of the blanket again.