Chapter 3

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Keeping true to his promise Sting was there when I awoke, but for me it was a little awkward and I couldn't go back to sleep, even though it was only about six in the morning late august.

I awoke laying fully on top of him with my head in the crock of his neck, his arms wrapped around mine and my upper back, mine ran under his to hold onto his shoulders from behind. To be honest I have no idea how he had fallen asleep like that but he had.

Trying to sit up was futile, or at least it was before it became impossible when he rolled me over onto my back and how he was the one with his head in the crock of my neck.

"St... Sting?" I asked quietly, he didn't move a muscle besides breathe in my scent. After a couple tries of nothing, not even a stir. I let out a small groan when he pressed into me further, his larger arms slide under mine. This new position had his arms right under my shoulder blades pushing my chest into his, my head craned against the bed, with my pillow cradling my neck, my legs spread with his groin pressed firmly against mine. After a while I kind of just took it as it was, every so often I could move a tiny bit, I only moved up my bed enough that my head wasn't craned anymore. The blankets pooled around his waist making me cold from the morning air coming into my room from my window, he moved down a bit until his face was buried in my chest, my arms wrapped around his shoulders because I couldn't really put them anywhere else. At around nine I heard a small groan rumble from Sting. "Sting?" I asked quietly, he let out a grumpy growl which caused me to giggle a little, his hands moved from my back to my ribs where they half cupped my breasts from the sides.

He froze at the feeling of soft clothed skin below his hands and the sound of my giggling. "Blondie..." He asked sleepily and sounding half afraid to look up. Humming my acknowledgement, Sting rubbed his thumbs against the sides of my breasts as his face was still between them. I had to try so hard to not allow a soft moan to leave my lips, but I did sharply inhale. "What? How? When? Argh!" He asked as his hands moved up and down my sides slowly, but each time his hands touched my rear end and my chest my breathe caught as an unfamiliar feeling started to pool in my low stomach.

"I had a nightmare last night. You stayed with me because I asked you to. Around midnight to one in the morning." I said staring up at the ceiling.

He lifted his head from my chest to analyse my face, lifting mine only slightly to lock eyes with him. "That's no what I meant. When did this happen?

"About three hours ago. It's fine though." I said laying my head back and just giving up to the warmth. "We should get up and get to the guild so we can get to that job with Rogue."

After my words processed through his thick skull he jumped from the bed and mumbled walking to the door to go for his room and get in clothes for the mission. "Best damn sleep of my life and I have to get up for a damn mission, oh well, at least on the train I will probably be able to sleep more."

Giggling as I got up and showered in very hot and soothing water. Lavender and cucumber body wash, strawberry shampoo, and honey conditioner. Braiding my hair into dutch braid pig tails before pulling on white ripped shorts, a red leather crop top, black heeled combat boots, and a leather jacket. My single pearl necklace hanging from my neck with little pearl earrings.

Leaving my room to hear the shower on, walking downstairs to start a pot of coffee and do a little of simple makeup while I waited for it. I made myself a caramel frappuccino once the coffee was done.

Hearing the shower turn off I pour two cups of hot black coffee and the sugar with creamer on the side. Turning to the entrance of the kitchen to see Sting in a white button up, black leather ripped jeans, a black belt with a golden buckle, and combat boots Rogue in red leather jeans a grey button up, a black belt with a silver buckle, and combat boots with his hair pulled back in a ponytail but some still covering his right eye.

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