Jerome sits on his bed, watching over Daisy's shoulder as she colors in the book he got her. She's lying on her stomach, her feet crossed above her with her knees bent. He takes a look at the digital alarm clock that rests on his bedside table, the red numbers flashing a bright 9:56 at him.
Returning his gaze to Daisy, it's easy to see that she's tuckered out and close to falling asleep on her book. Her head keeps dipping before she catches herself and shakes it a bit. When he searches her body for other signs, he notes hat her eyes are repeatedly slow blinking and her feet have stopped kicking like they were previously.
She's obviously ready to go to bed, but seems to be holding herself back. Does this have to do with her promise to let me come back to the bed tonight?
Daisy is fighting to keep her eyes open and stay awake. She's fuller than she's been in a while, her tummy pleasantly filled and warm, which only fuels her desire to fall asleep where she lies. However, she hesitates to do so, unsure what his response will be if she does.
Despite her seeming naivety, she is aware of the fact that she just met the man the previous night, and he has shown brief moments of what she can only assume is his frightening personality. But she still can't find it in herself to be afraid of him, as he's proven to her to be trustworthy and wholly invested in her welfare.
Daisy risks a quick glance back at him over her shoulder, and immediately blushes when she meets his eyes and realizes that he's been watching her this whole time. Jerome smirks a little when he sees her eyes doe-wide like a deer—more like a fawn—in headlights. The round, green orbs gleam innocently up at him, putting all kinds of images in Jerome's head that make his pants tighten.
"Are you ready to go to sleep, princess?" He asks softly, fighting down his primal urges to take her to bed. Hesitantly, Daisy nods, putting away her colored pencils and setting them on the ground atop her closed coloring book. "How about you go and brush your teeth while I put some pajamas on? There's a spare toothbrush in one of the drawers."
Nodding, Daisy hops up and skips to the bathroom, despite her lack of energy. Jerome chuckles fondly at her antics as he pulls off his shirt and pants. He's hardly the pj type, and if it weren't for Daisy, he would gladly sleep in his briefs or less. But, deciding that he shouldn't push her too far too fast, he reluctantly heads over to his drawers and pulls out a pair of pajama pants. He figures they'll compromise on his sleep attire as he lies down in the bed, shirtless.
Once Daisy finishes up brushing her teeth and using the bathroom again before bed, she cautiously opens the door, hoping her daddy is done changing. Though it wouldn't exactly be a tragedy to see him naked...
Ignoring her wanton thoughts, she peers out into the room and sees Jerome stretched out on the bed, lean upper body and abs on display. Unconsciously, her eyes travel from his muscled arms and chest down to that delicious looking six pack. She licks her lips once, wetting them, as her gaze trails back up to his smirking face. That, too, is gorgeous, and all too aware of the elevator looks she's been giving him.
Seeing that tiny pink tongue venture out to taste her lips nearly brings his erection back, but he wills it away. Perhaps spooning wouldn't be for the best, then. Don't want to poke her tonight or tomorrow morning. Or do I?
He eyes her, as well, as she sheepishly looks away from him, fiddling with the hem of the shirt she's wearing—his shirt. Standing, it swallows her up, hiding the boxers she's wearing entirely and engulfing her in his scent. The smell of him is comforting in a way that makes Daisy feel completely safe, and getting whiffs of it while she was by herself reassured her of her security.
Even now, as she stands shyly before him, inhaling his scent on the fabric puts her at ease, giving her the confidence to step forward and approach the bed. She tries her best not to feel like some sort of virgin sacrifice as Jerome maintains steady eye contact with her as she comes closer. Parts of herself she didn't know existed flare up under his sultry gaze, flushing her skin and making it tingle, in need of his touch. If she could, she'd be whining for her daddy's attention.
Soon enough, she's arrived at his bedside, their eyes still locked on each other's, gazes heated and dark with blooming lust. Jerome reaches out a pale hand, taking hers in his own as he gently tugs her towards the bed. At his prompting, she slowly crawls into the bed, throat feeling dry and thick. Jerome swallows deeply, and Daisy immediately follows the movement of his neck as his adam's apple bobs.
Seeing Daisy's eyes blown wide with lust, green eyes bordering on black, Jerome realizes that someone has to be rational. Despite her body's reaction to him, he knows that she would regret it if she were to sleep with him so soon, feeling ashamed of herself. Squeezing his eyes shut, Jerome lets out a heavy sigh and tries to reign himself in. I'm better than this. I am in control.
I am in control.
Jerome's eyes open and fixate on Daisy, determined now to have more control over himself and his body. He draws her in closer and Daisy plops down on her side, breathing heavily. He reaches up and runs a calloused hand down her face, caressing her cheek tenderly. Exhaling softly, Jerome wraps an arm around her and pulls her into his chest. The pair lie still in the bed, Jerome on his back and Daisy with her head resting on his chest.
"Goodnight, Rapunzel," Jerome breathes, leaning over to give her a second kiss on the forehead.
Puzzled, Daisy looks up at him in question, but he just smiles down at her and plays with her long blond hair.
"Go to sleep, princess. I'll still be here when you wake up," he assures her.
With the feeling of his fingernails exquisitely scraping her scalp, Daisy slowly begins to drift off. Her parting thought floats around her head.
Why did he stop me?
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A/N
Thank you guys so much for your patience. Writing has been such a struggle. Despite that it's summer, my schedule is so jam packed I hardly have any time to stop and think, let alone write. And when I do, I can't get any inspiration flowing. Let me just say, writer's block is such a bitch. But, now that we've got our story established, we can start moving on to the fun stuff. Head count: how many of you are tired of them prolonging kissing (let alone hot sex)? I mean, no spoilers, but get used to it, lovelies ;) Love you guys,
Gingy
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