Milkshake Hearts

Chapter 5: Nice Shirt

A/N: Mild sexual references again in this chapter (but mostly fluff)

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"That was the hottest thing ever," Courtney breaks their calm silence, lying in bed beside him some time later, "I kind of hate that biology means I gotta put clothes on and go pee."

"It was, but yes, go do that. And then come back and cuddle?" he answers, shifting to give her space to move off the bed. He watches shamelessly as she stretches slightly when she stands up, but he knows he's three seconds away from getting hard again so he forces his gaze to drift elsewhere as she locates and throws on a shirt of his and her underwear.

"You can look, you know, I don't mind in the slightest," she reminds him as she quickly glances in the mirror to see him lying back on the bed with eyes down.

"I know, but I'm trying to calm myself down over here, not get hard again," he admits, and she laughs, causing him to look up.

"Okay. I'll be back in a sec, I want cuddles too," she tells him, quickly stepping out of the room and into his bathroom. She presses her hand against her face for a moment, trying to keep her wide smile under control. She has never felt so fulfilled before in her life. Part of her wishes one of her female friends was around for her to metaphorically squeal at about how unbelievingly, mind-blowingly good it was, but she figures she can just do the same to Shayne himself, and she hopes, get to fall asleep beside him and wake up beside him in the morning. She kinda wants to keep this one between just them, anyway.

"So, you going to crash here?" Shayne asks, the moment she steps back into the room. He's put his boxers back on, but nothing else, and is leaning back against the head of his bed, legs half-crossed under himself, "I kinda want you to. Don't really want to sleep alone after that."

"Definitely staying," Courtney answers, shifting back up onto the bed beside him and poking him in the thigh with her finger to prompt him to move to allow her to pull back the covers. It prompts him to climb under with her, Courtney opening her arms and letting him curl up against her chest for once.

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"Shit, did I wake you?" is the first thing Courtney hears the next morning. She slowly shifts around to face her boyfriend, his arms still loosely wrapped around her. She knows it's way earlier than she'd usually be up, and they stayed awake for hours last night talking about absolutely nothing, but she also knows she - somehow - woke of her own accord.

"No, my body just decided to be early today, I guess," she muses, leaning across to place a quick kiss on his lips. She doesn't push it any further, vaguely recalling that neither of them thought to go and brush their teeth the previous night, but she quite contentedly moves to nuzzle against his neck.

"I'm sure it's my early riser influence somehow, so I'm still going to apologise," he tells her, arms pulling tighter around her as he does.

"Or you could just hold me. I like this way more than a needless apology."

"What if my apology comes in the form of making you a coffee?" He asks, and she pauses as if to consider it.

"Yeah, I'll accept that. Later. Or I guess not too much later, I gotta go by my place and get clothes so we don't get mercilessly teased today," Courtney sighs, softly, her mind focusing on the feeling of Shayne's thumb stroking repetitively across her shoulder blade through his shirt which she ended up falling asleep in. They fall into a comfortable silence for a while, before he breaks it with his quiet musing.

"You could always steal my clothes then we can stay here longer," he suggests, and she hums in consideration, pressing herself closer into his own shirtless torso as she does so.