A Night At The Gala

Part 6: Comfort in a Smile

Rolling over in bed, Helen yawns and stretches a bit. The morning light is peeking through her bedroom blinds onto her grey duvet, warming it a bit. Last night was all over the place. Going to leave, Max telling her he loves her, she telling him, and then they end up in her bed not having sex. If you would have asked her if she ever expected any of it- she would have laughed and told you 'no way', yet here she is. Max is still perfectly wrapped around her, their bodies twisted together like a pretzel. She feels his warm, broad chest rising and falling against her back. His hold on her is fairly loose and so she rolls over and faces him. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. She loves the way the corner of his lip twitches as if trying to smile even as he sleeps. She wonders what he's dreaming about. Is he dreaming of her? Or of luna? Maybe it's something random and weird.  She doesn't know what goes on in his head, but wishes she knew. Moving her hand in between their chests, she places it on his jaw and gingerly touches his beard. She remembers his smooth face when they first met, the slight stubble he had just barely growing. Then he went full cave man when she sent him home. Big bushy beard that just covered the whole of his face. She likes this in between. The way he looks rugged, but not overly aged and not clean shaven like a teen. She loves this length. She loves running her fingers against the grain and watching his nose twitch as it tickles him. She runs another finger up his face and this time, he nips at it. She pulls her finger away before he gets it and watches him open his eyes, a small smile coming to his lips.

"Bite me and I'll bite you back." She teases and before she knows it, he is up and over top of her, pinning her hands down by the sides of her face, and straddling her at the waist. "Max!"

He says nothing but looks down at her, his smile going from wicked to peaceful. He leans forward and kisses her lips gingerly. She pushes up on his hands and squeezes them in hers, trying to get him to release her so she can touch him. However, he doesn't loosen up. He keeps her whole body stuck in one place as he stays straddled over her, applying just enough pressure to keep her there.

"Good morning, Dr. Sharpe." Teasing her, he leans down and kisses her once more and watches her try to wriggle away from him, but he isn't budging.

"Good morning...want to get off of me?" He shakes his head no and she raises her eyebrows. "Well, then I have no choice then."

Raising one of his eyebrows, he's curious as to what she's going to do.

"I'm going to give you one last chance to let me up." She says intimidating him. He swallows hard in his throat, but refuses to move. What could she possibly do to him in this position. "Make the right decision."

"I'm not scared of you." Which is a bold face lie and she knows it.

"Fine. Here we go." In a matter of seconds, she thrusts her hips upward into his bottom, causing him to feel unsteady and let go of her arms, giving her the opportunity to roll him over and ends up on top of him swiftly, pinning his hands down. His eyes are as wide as they can be and his mouth is gaping. He was not expecting that from such a tiny woman. "I warned you, but you never listen to me."

"That was both frightening and awesome. Where did you learn that move?" She kisses his lips and then sits up.

"I have brothers you know.  I had to be just as tough as they were if I didn't want to have a loogie in my face." She lets go of his hands and he places them on her hips.

"I underestimated you. It won't happen again." She smirks and giggles quietly. Looking up at her, her top still naked from last night, he takes all of her in as the beautiful rays of light graze her beautiful brown sugared skin.

"Well I highly doubt that, Dr.Goodwin." Rubbing her hands up and down his arms at her side, she feels her body light up with goosebumps. For some reason she is slightly nervous and embarrassed from being on top of him, whether she's half exposed or not.