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thirty eight

wild heart - bleachers

zayn

I am woken up by the lovely notion of Carlie shaking me until my eyes open. I am greeted with the image of her bright, excited smile and childish giggle.

Well, there are definitely worse ways to wake up.

"Good morning, babe." I mumble, running my hands over my face.

"You mean Merry Christmas." She corrects me, leaning down to press kisses all over my cheeks and forehead and nose - anywhere but my lips, really.

I groan with exhaustion. "It's too early in the morning for it to be Christmas."

She laughs and the sound is enough to cause me to look at her properly. "Zayn, it's noon. I let you sleep a little longer. I've been up since eight."

"You should've woken me." I speak groggily.

"Please." She scoffs. "If I woke you up at eight, you would be in a foul mood for the rest of the day."

I smile lazily. "True."

"Your morning voice sounds lovely." Carlie states randomly.

"How so?"

She moves one leg over so she is straddling my torso, looking down at me mischievously. "It sounds deeper, sexier."

I roll my eyes but contradict the irritated gesture by removing her hands from my chest and holding them in my own. "It's 'cause I'm tired."

It is her turn to roll her eyes. "Well you better wake up because we have to be at your mom's soon."

I exhale heavily, very tempted to blow off the holiday plans and stay in bed all day with Carlie. She is really testing me right now; sitting on top of me with those light eyes and her full, ample lips set in a content pout. I lean up and kiss her, ignoring the fact that I have morning breath and simply focusing on the feeling of our tongues tangled together.

"Let's take this to the shower," I mumble against her mouth, sitting upright and holding her with my hands beneath her thighs.

She laughs softly as I carry her to the hotel bathroom which is extremely messy, seeing as we have left the 'do not disturb' sign on the door since we checked in. Carlie said it is because she does not want any of the housekeeping staff to steal or go through her stuff, but I think it is because she just wanted to leave it there so no one would walk in while we are having sex. Either way, I do not really care.

I set her down on the granite countertop and stand between her legs to kiss her for a few moments longer before moving to turn on the shower. I wait for it to warm up before stripping down, watching Carlie do the same. We were not wearing very much clothing to begin with, so it only takes a second or two before her lips are on mine again.

We step beneath the hot water and wet our hair first, just out of habit. This definitely is not the first time I have showered with Carlie - I think this is one of our favorite things to do. We do not always have to have sex, it is just nice to share the time together. It also feels really good when she washes my hair for me.

This time, though, I do not think it will be a G-rated shower - if there is even such a thing. She holds some of the hotel's body wash and squirts some into her palms, then takes it upon herself to run the soap over my arms and abdomen. The action nearly makes me let out a groan but I am too distracted with watching Carlie's focused face as she does this. Her bottom lip is between her teeth and her hair is slicked back out of the way, water droplets running down her bare skin. She always looks beautiful like this - so raw and clean.