Good Intentions

Ch12: Conversations in Closets

*****I am not sure how confident I am feeling about this chapter. Please let me know your thoughts. Contructive thoughts please :)***********

Sang POV

The hospital bed is narrow and uncomfortable but I am more than content in the circle of his arms. He all but forced me to lay down with him, to try and get some rest, but now I am so glad that he did. Feeling his warmth behind me and around me is like heaven, and I just want to get closer. I shimmy my body closer to him and his length presses harder into my backside, causing him to let out a soft sleepy moan. Suddenly his chin is resting on my shoulder and I can feel  his warm breathe against my throat. "Hi" , he whispers , before he begins to place light sweet kisses under my ear. The sound of his voice  and the feel of his lips has me arching even further into him. He moans again, lightly grinding his hips into me. He then captures my ear in his mouth, nibbling  and sucking. I gasp out, loving how his lips feel. I wish this could go on forever, that I could somehow get closer. I flip over in his arms so that I can see his playful green eyes. "Hi", I whisper back, placing a kiss on his jaw. His cheek. The corner of his lips. I'm just about to slide back down to his jaw when he moves and kisses me hard on the lips. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight to his body, as he kisses me over and over.

Just as his tongue slides across my bottom lip I hear a loud bang from somewhere in the room. Pulling my head back to see what the sound was I freeze. Sean doesn't seem to notice and continues to kissing around my jaw and down my throat. I'm paralyzed, and start shaking looking at 7 of my boys as they stare at me looking betrayed. North's fist is bloody and there is a whole in the wall next to him. His eyes are shattered. But their pain is not what surprises me the most. "Where is Owen?" I whisper?

"Pookie?"

I am snapped out of my dream so quickly that I jolt up nearly knocking Sean away from me. My eyes start searching the room looking for my boys, looking for any sign that my dream was real. "Pookie, are you okay?" Finally I bring my eyes to Sean's, seeing his are full of concern. I take a second to look at him. His curly blonde hair is all disheveled and matted from where he was laying on it. His undershirt is wrinkled and riding up his side showing some of his smooth skin. Without my permission my eyes check to see if he is wearing pants, and I realize he's in his boxers. I can also see that he is hard, just like he was in my dream. Feeling my cheeks heat, I lift my eyes quickly back to his and see a smug smirk pulling up the side of his face, which is much closer to me then it was a few seconds ago. His eyes are focused on my lips, and suddenly I feel like I am back inside my dream. All I want is for him to close the distance, to press his lips to mine and give me my first kiss. Until I remember the reason I woke up.

"Where is Owen?" I blurt out almost shouting. His head pulls back, and his eyebrows draw together. He looks confused and hurt. His eyes search mine for answers, but I don't know what the questions are. "What?" He asks?

"Where is Owen?" I ask again a little quieter, but even I can hear the anxiety in my voice.

"At home I would assume. Why Pookie, what's wrong?" He asks.

I think about what I should say. Should I tell him about my dream? I blush hotly just thinking about trying to explain that to him. But I had to tell him something. "I was dreaming.."

"You were dreaming about Owen?" He asks. And I can tell what I said has hurt him. I start shaking my head without even thinking about it, wanting to wipe the hurt off his face. All it seems to do is make him look more confused.

"No, that's the problem, he wasn't there." I said, again without thinking. God I wasn't making any sense. I needed to get up and brush my teeth, clear my muddled mind. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wasn't where?" He ask kindly. My cheeks flame hotter which he of course notices. "Sang? What were you dreaming about?" He ask gently, with a small smirk on his face as if he could guess, but wasn't sure. I looked away from him, completely embarrassed. There is no way I could tell him that.