Amnesia • hemmings

2.1

We both drifted off to sleep shortly after that. I woke up at around 11:00 the next morning to see Vivian laying in the same position as she was earlier, asleep. I raked my fingers through her hair gently, watching her sleep.

God, she was beautiful. Everything about her was perfect. Her hair, eyes, mouth, body, laugh, smile, and even just the things she does. Oh, the things she does. Wow. How did I manage to get her?

I knew I should be home, and that Ashton might be home, but I honestly didn't care. I'm here, with my girlfriend, and I love her.

She shifted on top of me, opening her eyes slowly.

"Hi." She whispered, smiling.

"Hi." I replied quietly.

She sighed and laid her head back down on my chest. "What time is it?"

"About 11:15."

"Oh my god." She let a small laugh escape her mouth.

"What?" I asked.

"Ashton is home."

"So?" I kept asking questions.

"He wakes up early all the time, and if I'm not up by 11:30, he comes in and wakes me up." She untangled our legs and moved up so that her face was level with mine, pulling the duvet over her chest.

"Let him find us." I smiled, kissing her. She pulled back after a few seconds, smiling.

"I love you." She said quietly.

"I love you." I repeated, kissing her nose.

"Isn't Liz gonna be mad?" She shifted on the mattress so that she was more comfortable.

"Maybe," I sighed. "Hopefully not."

She sat up, holding the covers to her front. "I really want to lay here with you, but I want to get up and do something."

"Something like what?" I asked.

"I don't know, anything." She sat cross-legged under the blankets.

"Why are you covering yourself, Viv?" I asked, sitting up as well, but letting the covers fall to my waist so that she could see my chest.

"Because I'm naked." She stated simply.

"I've seen you naked, it doesn't matter." I laughed.

"But still." She whined.

"Vivian." I said quietly, grabbing the cover in from her hands. I let it fall onto the bed, and I held her sides, kissing her. Her hands went to the back of my neck and I tilted my head to the side slightly, deepening the kiss. She pulled back, getting up from the bed and reaching to the floor, grabbing my shirt and putting it on. I reached down and grabbed my boxers, pulling them over my legs quickly.

"Hemmo-" She started, but was cut off by someone opening trying to open the door.

"Vivian? Are you awake?" Ashton asked from the other side of the door.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck-" She was barely whispering, but I ran to her and grabbed her arms, calming her down.

"Look at me." I whispered.

"What are we gonna-" She got cut off again.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ashton knocked on the door loudly.

"Just a minute." She said in the direction of the door.

"Ashton won't tell, will he?" I whispered.

"I don't think so." She whispered back, and I slid my hands down her arms to her wrists.

"Well open the door." I whispered, grabbing onto her hands.

"Go act like you're sleeping." She whispered, nodding towards the bed.

I walked over and laid down, pulling the covers over my waist and acting like I was asleep.

"Vivian-" Ashton started, but then I heard the door unlock and open.

"Hey." She said quietly.

"Why-" I barely opened my eyes, and I could see them standing at the door. Ashton looked down at her shirt, then back up to her face, then to me. I closed my eyes quickly, then opened them when she started talking.

"Yeah. Um, don't tell-" She started, then he cut her off.

"Vivian, you have to tell them."

"No, Ash." She whined.

"Why don't you want them to know?" I turned around so that my back was facing them.

"Dad would freak out. Please, Ashton, don't tell. Please."

He sighed. "Fine, I won't tell."

"Thank you." She shut the door quietly. I felt her sit down on the bed behind me, and I stayed in the same position with my eyes closed. She started drawing shapes into my back, and she traced over the scratches she left last night. She left a short kiss to my back, and scooted closer to me, wrapping her arm around my waist. She kept leaving short kisses to random spots on my back, and after a minute she just laid back, sighing. We lay there in silence for the next five minutes.

"Are you okay?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking." She almost whispered.

"About what?" I turned around, facing her.

"I don't know. I mean, we fucked last night." She said softly.

"I don't think we just 'fucked', Viv." I laughed slightly.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused. I turned around so that I was facing her.

"Vivian, I'm pretty sure we made love last night."