Title: Wake up duty
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing...
Chapter One
Some people just wake up naturally at the break of dawn. Somehow instinctively sensing the beginning of a new day without need for external stimulus. She was one of them.
The sun had yet to make its way over the horizon. It's rays waiting to dispel the early morning chill however it was already light enough to be able to see despite the drawn curtains.
She didn't get up the moment she woke though. She lay there a while, savoring the moment, thinking of half-forgotten dreams knowing she was already living her dream. She smiled.
She gently removed the hand which had somehow found its way beneath her nightgown and attached itself to her breast. Then tried to extricate herself from the legs entangled with her own. She managed, receiving only a low growl for her efforts, and put her own pillow in exchange of her absence. She got off the bed. And waited.
Surely enough, the hand and legs previously on her person started running over the replacement, and found it … lacking. With regards to certain curves, warmth and body length. Low, dissatisfied grumbling was heard. She laughed softly. It was becoming routine now, but she never got tired of it. She hoped she never would. Even far in the distant future, she wanted to appreciate these simple pleasures. It had, after all, taken years to get here.
Here, with a cobalt haired woman sleeping in their bed, she sometimes feared that she would wake up someday to realize it was nothing more than a dream.
She ran a hand over the other woman's head, her fingers trailing over a few strands of long dark blue hair. Fortunately, there wasn't enough light yet to see if she was drooling on her pillow. She raised the blanket to cover bare shoulders, smiling at the thought that someone who always blushes at her teasing could comfortably sleep without a stitch of clothing on. She then bent down and kissed her lover's cheek before getting ready for the start of her day.
After two hours, a light workout, several cups of tea, some house cleaning, reading the newspaper, checking her mail, a few phone calls, some work related decisions made, preparations for breakfast, a shower, and everything else early-risers-do-in-the-morning things done (she was nothing if not organized), she was standing, clad in a towel, back in front of the bed, trying to pick out the best way to wake up a certain slug-a-bed. It didn't really take long, as the decision was fairly easy to make.
Shifting in her sleep, the other was now facing away from her, blanket having fallen down to her chest, revealing smooth, creamy shoulders and upper back.
Having made her decision, she dropped the towel covering her, got back underneath the blankets and semi-reclined on the bed, weight supported by her elbow. She pressed her body close to the other, her scent filling her nostrils. She smells good. And I'm the one who just showered.
She ran her other hand across the pale shoulders, lightly caressing the soft skin. And got … no reaction. Well, this was someone who needed a good strong shaking before she would wake up. Not that she would do such thing. Nooooooooo! She was a well bred Kyoto woman after all. There wasanother reason, of course, but she wouldn't dwell on that.
She tried again, this time using her lips, trailing kisses from the top of the arm, the shoulders, the neck, up to below the ear. Brushing the other's hair behind to get a good access. She was more successful.
"Mmmmmmm….Shizuru……"
She smiled. She was wet already.
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Omake:
Natsuki: Mmmmmm...Mai...
Shizuru: freezes...MAI?!!!
Natsuki: Mmmmm?...can't be Nao...too small...
Shizuru: Nao!...
Natsuki: Mmmmmm Midori?
Shizuru: Oh Midori, huh?
Natsuki opens one eye, taking a peek at Shizuru's expression, laughs hysterically.
Shizuru strangles Natsuki: Ikezu!
AN: Not good with details. We had a thunderstorm and i got bored. This is the result. R&R...okay, only if you have good things to say...ok, just kidding. This is my first attempt at writing, so be gentle. I'm the one who tends to be violent. And a word of advice: Never turn on your pc during a thunderstorm. I did it once and lightning struck outside somewhere. My notebook got fried. Took 2 months to get the parts and have it fixed.