A Stormy Love

The Morning After

The sun was glaring from between the blinds, waking you up instantly. You roll over preparing to be greeted by your lovely boyfriend, but all you see on the other side of the bed is his plaid shirt and a pile of unorganized blankets.

You lay there alone for a few minutes thinking about how lucky you are that Jake had been so forgiving since your paranoid breakdown from yesterday. 'What a pointless fight', you imagine as you remember the girls' texts on Jake's phone. 'Skank'...Ok, maybe you weren't completely over it yet...

The aroma of pancakes and bacon start to fill the air.

You shake your head and chuckle, 'I swear to god, if that man found a way to have sex with bacon, there's no way he would keep dating women.'

You hop off the bed wearing a leopard-print bra and a black lace thong since you were a bit 'busy' last night and didn't have time to change clothes. You slide on Jake's flannel button-up shirt since he's admitted how turned on he gets when you wear his clothes.

The door creaks as you slowly exit the room. 'Why the fuck do I have butterflies?? I known Jake for YEARS, I shouldn't be getting nervous around him still!'

Halfway from the bedroom to the kitchen, you realize Jake's on speakerphone with someone. "Did you work things out with (Y/N) last night?" The voice in the phone was Chris...'how the hell did he find out about the fight? I thought Dave was the only other person who knew. Jake probably talked to him while I was over at Rosin's house...' Which reminds you of the fact that Jake walked in on you standing with Dave while he was half naked. Hopefully he didn't get the wrong impression from that. 

"Sooooo, did you guys 'make up' officially?" Chris snickered. "Dude! That's my woman for fuck sakes, have a little respect!" *a few seconds of complete silence* "... But yeah we did and it was fucking great." 

"Yeah you did! Nice job man," Chris chuckled, "but hey, Jennifer told me to call her so I gotta go. Text me later," he said hanging up the phone.

"FUCK," Jake yelled noticing his home cooked breakfast was burnt to a crisp. 

You run up from behind him wrapping your arms around his stomach and wresting your chin on his muscular shoulder. "It's ok darling, I wasn't hungry anyways," you smirk as he spins you around, twirling you into his arms. 

"How was your sleep gorgeous?" He whispers in your ear still holding you tightly in his arms. 

"Great, I dreamed of you sweetie." 

He slightly positions you half a step away from him so he can look straight into your eyes, "I love you so much, you know that right? Forever and ever babe." 

"Forever and ever," you repeat as your eyes start to well up with tears. "I love you so much it hurts. I'm the luckiest girl in the world." 

"I'm the lucky one," he says in his deep voice, smashing his lips onto yours. 

Picking you up, he seats you on the countertop, spreading your legs open. His smooth lips on yours felt unbelievable. He glides his tongue into your mouth, as you both fight for dominance. You decide to let him win as he begins running his fingers on the lace of your panties. His strong hand skims your thigh and you get goosebumps with every touch. "You're so wet babe," he mumbles, shoving the lace of your underwear to the side giving him space to glide his fingers along your clit. "Oh babe, fuck," you moan as he inserts a finger inside you. He continues pumping inside you, adding a finger making you close to cumming. You grab onto his back, your nails digging into his skin, as remains thrusting his strong but gentle fingers in and out of you. "I'm gonna c--" you screech as Jake passionately rams his lips onto yours, cutting off your sentence, knowing exactly what you want. 

After you're done, he brushes the hair out of your eyes, kissing every feature of your face. 

"You need to make breakfast for me more often Jakes, " you wink at him, still out of breath.

"Anything for you. And you look fucking sexy in my shirt."