AUTHOR'S NOTE - Well, I'm back! My exams are (mostly) over and I just felt the need to write something little for now. But there will be much more soon, seeing as I'm finally free. :)
Now, I know I have a few drabbles already with this topic, but - hey! Jenny works hard, okay? LOL
Not beta'd. English still not my mother tongue.
DISCLAIMER - Do. Not. Own. Anything. Sadly...
RULE EIGHTEEN
It was few minutes before five when she finally crawled into the bed, so tired she couldn't have even been bothered with putting on his old worn-out T-shirt she'd been sleeping in. The pressure in her head and neck was starting to make her feel sick and all she could think about was bed, sleep and his warm embrace.
She hated this, she thought – hated the fact that her alarm will go off in two hours and she would, most likely, feel even crappier than she did now. But staying up wasn't even remotely an option, not when she hasn't slept in over twenty-four hours and had a hell of a day ahead of her.
As soon as her head hit the pillow, his hands reached for her – one going up to her hair and removing the pins she completely forgot about before tangling his fingers in her long strands; the other running along her body, as if re-familiarising itself with it.
A soft sigh of pleasure couldn't have been stopped as the hand in her hair massaged her scalp, before moving down to her neck, relieving the pressure that had been building there for over a day.
Soon enough she was cocooned in his strong arms, a soft kiss pressed to her hair, then temple and cheek and, finally, her lips.
"Sleep," – he whispered over her mouth before kissing her again.
She closed her eyes obediently, asleep in the matter of seconds.
And if he set the alarm back by an hour or two – well, there was always rule eighteen.
- THE END -