Overstimulated

Good Omens

(poems by l.e. bowman)

Usually, Aurora enjoyed being right about things. Not in a snobbish way where you rubbed it in the other person's face - though she did enjoy a good "I told you so" when it came to Jade. But rather the perverse satisfaction that comes with just knowing some shit. That small curl of pride that sits low in your belly as you glow from within. She lived for it, reveled in it.

Sitting in the makeshift makeup chair in an apartment rented out for the photo shoot, however, she wished she hadn't been about this.

As predicted the night before, waking up had sucked major ape balls.

Everything hurt. Her neck, shoulders, the small of her back, even her legs. A bone-deep tired that felt like it ran through you and made you achy. And irritable. The latter of which she was attempting to keep at bay as none of the staff surrounding her deserved that treatment. It wasn't their fault that she wasn't a morning person. Especially not on this particular one. The day was already set to suck, no need to drag anyone down with her.

Okay, so that wasn't entirely true. The actual beginning of her day had been....exceptional.

Amazing even. Dare she say phenomenal? Ten out of ten would do again.

A soft squeaking noise reached her ears as she sunk her teeth into the white plastic cap of the extra-large dunncahino she held in a vice-like grip as she thought of the lovely way she'd woken up this morning.

Tangled around and underneath Erik's big bulky frame.

"Ari," his deep voice called to her, rousing her out of her nearly coma-like sleep. Eyelids fluttered against the bright light of the morning making her nearly hiss.

Who turned on the sun?

"Mmm," she hummed back and attempted to roll over and away from whoever was interrupting what had to be the best damn dream she'd had in a very long time.

Firm fingers gripped her side, flipping her back over slowly making her want to buck and flail like a child. And she would have, had she not been confined by...something.

"Princess," that voice vibrated through her; a rumble as gentle as the hands rubbing against her side. Slowly. Deliciously. "C'mon. Get up. Your phone is ringing."

"Hu-whaa?" she slurred as she reached up to rub at the sleep sticking to her eyelashes like Elmer's glue.

Erik's gold-capped smile came into view as he let out a small chuckle. He was so gorgeous, was the first thought she was hit with. Eyes low but still bright, skin glowing, and topless.

It hadn't been a dream.

Aurora was one trillion percent awake as the realization hit her. And their position on her tiny couch became clearer to her; skin burning with inappropriate desire whenever it touched his. Which seemed to be everywhere. Her legs were hooked around the small of his back, locking him between her thighs, where he was currently looking up at her with a heavy emotion behind the browns of his eyes. She bit her lip as it curled up in an answering smile that made the one he was sporting grow larger.

"Rise and shine, beautiful."

Just the slightest thought of it had her tingling toes curling gently in her socks. She would pay any amount of money to be back there again. Wrapped around him, listening to him speak in that same gentle, deep tone as she slowly fell back to sleep.