When morning came and the sun blazed my eyes into consciousness I was pressed tight to Remington. His warm arm draped over me and rested comfortably in the center of my chest. A thumb occasionally rubbed at the skin just below my collarbone and tried to lull me back to sleep. Our legs were intertwined rather uncomfortably with his left leg in between mine. Each breath he took pushed me forward just the slightest bit and as he exhaled into my neck I fell back in the space gently.
The warmth of his body and small, rhythmic movements not only urged me to fall back into a nice, deep sleep, but also caused a faint smile to wander on my lips. The area in my ribcage felt like it contracted and lightened all the while still allowing me to breath easily, if not, easier.
My hands found their way to his arm and wrapped around his tricep. The grip was nearly non-existent as my fingers only rested on his skin.
As I drifted with his breaths and allowed the heat to soak into my body I fell farther into my own mind.
Why was it after sex I found myself curled in his body with my only thought on how I needed him? I don't need him!
Sorry about the late update! We had a wicked bad storm with winds going about 80 miles an hour and tornado warnings. We never, ever, EVER get that kind of weather up here. So it knocked down EVERYTHING! The majority of my town had no power. I thankfully did, but it knocked out the internet. I'm sorry for the wait!
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My Sweetness
Fanfiction• Remington × reader • "He caught them and gave a small pout. 'Am I not worthy enough to be your art without any clothes?' He batted his eyes at me and tried to repress a smile as I showed him the bathroom."
