Chapter 8

Eight

The first thing I noticed was the pounding on my door. Or was that in my head? The window?

The second thing? That my bed was unbearably hot and somehow my blankets were wrapped tightly about my middle and my legs.

And the third? Because how many things can one think of when they first wake up? Well, it was the fact that I have to pee. Like, doing the potty dance like a five year old, right now, which is rather hard to do in a bed, and for some reason I couldn’t move.

With only one arm free, I moved it around, trying to figure out how to untangle myself from this pretzel of a puzzle. Only… it wasn’t blankets that I was feeling but firm muscles that flexed and twitched as I ran my fingertips back and forth.

“Will?” His arms loosened around my waist, allowing me to look over my shoulder, “why are we together, in my bed?”

“Because the couch was too small,” he laughed.

It was then I remembered last night.

I had made a quick meal of boxed spaghetti and jar tomato sauce—if anyone asks I will deny ever having done such a thing—for our dinner. Then, after we did the dishes together I went and got some spare blankets and a pillow. Bed made, we said goodnight and he laid down as I went to turn off the lights. Only, a few seconds later he was on the floor because I forgot I owned a love seat, not a full sized couch.

There was no way I was going to let him sleep on the floor so I invited him to my full sized bed.

And so here we are. Him being my personal heater and me having to still go to the bathroom. Is there a polite way to say hey move or I’ll pee on you? Probably not.

“Gotta go gotta go,” I chanted the words as I began to wiggle within his hold.

“Hmm… I think not,” he pulled me against his chest, his nose tracing the curve of my ear, “I rather like you here.”

Unfortunately he wasn’t getting the hint. Time to bring out the five year old. “I gotta L M N O pee pee,” I whined, pushing against his arm.

That got his attention. Suddenly I was free, jumping out of bed, and running for the bathroom, only now I was chanting, “Cold cold cold cold….” I guess I had forgotten to turn on the heater last night. Though sleeping with a living heater does have its perks. I can definitely get behind having a lower power bill at the end of the month.

Behind, on top of… Underneath… Oh my stars, was he naked? I didn’t even pay attention. Stupid bladder having to go pee when there’s more important things to focus on.

Quickly I used the toilet, washed my hands, and then dived back underneath my blankets, snuggling up against my own personal heater. Who was definitely, mostly, naked.

“Mmm so warm,” I nuzzled against his chest, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his body.

“I can think of other ways to warm up.” His lips pressed tiny kisses from behind my ear, down to the crook of my neck.

And there we have it. My body is absolute Jello. My magic woke up to rub against his body, purring in contentment. Adding to my relaxed state.

Suddenly I found myself laying on my back, his body over mine, encasing me in his warmth. I wrapped my legs over his hips, crossing my ankles and pulling his body down to mine.

In return Will placed his forearm by my side, holding his weight above me as his other hand traveled down my chest to the hem of my shirt. Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, he slowly lifted it up, his thumb stroking back and forth along my skin. The first stroke ignited a heat in my core as each one after fanned its flames.

Pausing, he lowered his forehead to mine, “May I?”

“Yes!” I hissed, arching my back until my chest pressed against his. “Please, touch me.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Without another word our lips crashed together, consuming one another, as hands worked to pull clothes off. As he resumed skimming his fingers along my skin, tiny blue flames trailed after.

Eyes wide, I tried to pull away, a scream catching in my throat.

“Shh,” Will cooed, his hips pressing down against mine, pinning me to the mattress, “They won’t hurt you, see?”

As I watched I soon realized he was right, they weren’t burning me. Instead they flickered with life, creating intricate patterns before they faded away. Adding another layer of warmth to my skin that worked its way deep into my muscles.

“You see, my spark?” he whispered the words against my skin, “With them you will never be cold again.”

“Your spark?”

“You are the light of my life. The matching song of my soul,” with each statement he pressed a reverent kiss against my skin, “I have loved you for as long as I can remember.”

Long forgotten memories surfaced to my mind, of a blue flame playing near my window at night. Its soft light would cast a glow into my room, chasing away the shadows that little children fear. But I also remember the night my mother came into my room and noticed a small wisp dancing in front of my window. How she cried out in fear, calling out to my father to come into my room. Together, they used their magic to attack the wisp, nearly extinguishing its flame before it could escape.

Later they strengthened the wards, locking my window so the wisp couldn’t come in and I couldn’t go out.

That was the second to the last time I had seen that wisp, somehow knowing that one from all the others the same way I can pick out Raiden amidst a flock of ravens.

And now, looking up into Will’s eyes, I knew the wisp from my childhood was him.

“Please,” I whispered, afraid that my next words would push him away, “Don’t leave me again.”

“Never,” the single word was more than a promise, it was an oath that burned into my soul as he placed the gentlest of kisses upon my lips. “Being with you is like finally coming home.”

“What do you mean?”

He trailed his fingers down the side of my face, cupping my jaw so I would look up at him. Nothing but sincerity in his eyes as he spoke, “It means there’s no place I’d rather be than with you.”

His lips returned to mine. This time slow and sensuous, as if he had all the time in the world to show me just how much he loves me. His teeth lightly nipped my skin while his tongue stroked away the sting. Hands kneaded my chest while fingers lightly brushed over curves and swell. Every form of touch added to the building sensation of need coiling in my core. Leaving my body aching for release as it was pushed until it was bordering on pain.

I’ve had a few partners in my time. One night hookups in other cities where no names are exchanged. Men who I will never see again and are only there to scratch that itch. And none of them have ever had my body singing beneath their fingers like Will was doing right now.

His skilled fingers knew just where I needed him to touch me. How hard, how soft, how to get me to cry out in pleasure as he consumed my every thought.

Having had enough teasing, I wrapped my legs around his hips again, lodging the head of his cock against my opening. Everything feeling wet and sensitive as he pushed in inch by glorious inch. My breath catching every time he paused so I could get used to his girth.

Next time I need to take some time examining him because Stars he feels big.

Fingers reached down, brushing over my mound and in between my lower lips. Lightly stroking my bundle of nerves as he rocked his hips back and forth. With each stroke his cock pressed against the spot inside my core, pushing me up higher and higher. Until suddenly I found myself at the peak and falling over, pulling Will over the edge with me. The very stars blinded me right before I crashed back into my body. Every limb feeling heavy as I laid beneath him, trying to catch my breath.

As I recovered from the best orgasm of my life I heard Will walk away from the bed. His footsteps light as he went into the bathroom, ran some water, and came back.

Gently he moved my legs, stroking my skin with a damp cloth, cleaning up our joined mess. Once cleaned, he climbed back beside me, wrapping his arms around me so he could pull me against his chest. His arm braced against my lower back, his hand curled around my hip, as if he was refusing to allow me to move away.

Feeling the same way, I closed my eyes, leaning into his body, as I enjoyed the warmth and feeling of safety he provided, while his other hand stroked rhythmically up and down my back.

“You know, eventually we’re going to have to get up,” he muttered into my hair.

“Five more minutes?” Of course my stomach took that moment to growl.

“No can do,” Will chuckled, letting me go as he pulled away. “Come on. There will be other chances to sleep in.”

“Sadness,” I sighed, following him out of the bed, searching for something to throw on as sounds of knocking echoed from the living room once more.

Oh, yeah. I knew I was forgetting something. But, as my gaze wandered over to the man who was standing only a few feet away from me, in nothing but his boxers, I couldn’t seem to care what it was.

Grabbing clothes from my dresser, I quickly pulled them on and then turned to watch Will bend over, looking for his pants that somehow ended up underneath my bed.

“I’ll just go… see what they want…” While I knew what to say, I found myself distracted by the man in front of me. The need to touch every valley and dip of his muscles, to trace their wandering pathways down his chest until I was on my knees with my tongue as my fingers follow the natural v line of muscles at his hips down the happy trail and to his cock was overwhelming. Just looking at him had my core tightening with need.

“Stars, I’m going to need new panties,” I muttered, forcing myself to turn away.

“You better put some clothes on before you come out of that room. If that’s a woman knocking, and she sees you like that, I’m gonna scratch her eyes out.”

Will chuckled, no, more like laughed how dare he, as I walked away. Does he not understand that I am not kidding? I haven’t even had any coffee this morning so murder is definitely a thing that may happen.

“Understood, my feisty spark.”