"I'm so tired." Alex was slumped on his couch, and looking tinier than usual.
"Me, too. I don't think I slept this week."
"I'll be so glad when this one's over," She looked up at him, a wan smile on her face.
"Here," He handed her a mug, and she wrapped her hands around it, blowing softly on its contents.
His chest was solid and unyielding under her small hands. His breath was soft on her skin, and while he didn't move away, he didn't move closer. She turned her face up to his, and he in turn moved his mouth close to hers.
"This is a bad idea," She whispered.
"It is," He nodded slowly, and kissed her.
"Mm.. we should.." Her hands slid up his chest to his shoulders, and she stood on tip toe. "We should think.. " She gasped as his big hands pulled her gently against him, "..about this.."
"Nothing.." He kissed her, "..good can.." he slid his hand up, and his fingers tangled in her hair, his mouth finding hers again. "..come of this.."
"Ooh.." She breathed, arching against him, her breasts pert, nipples hard, pressing into him through the thin fabric that separated their skin. "don't.." His hands had found their way to her jean clad ass, and were pulling it against his hips.
"Don't?" He paused.
"Don't stop.."
"Oh, now that's just mean,"
"Mm.." She stretched and blinked, and looked up at him. "What?" She sat up.
"I didn't mean to wake you," He smiled softly. "Go back to sleep. You need it."
"No.." She made a soft wake up noise as she stretched, and he smiled. "I'm up." She reached for her mug, which was still warm.
"Buttercup, you're useless to me sleep deprived." He took her mug and nodded for her to lie down, a blanket already in his hands.
"Okay." She snuggled down again, and her eyes were closing before he had the blanket pulled up over her. "Thanks, Bobby." She mumbled.
He brushed her hair out of her face, and turned out the light.