Sleeping HabitsPart 1/3
Lisa
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He met Lisa Cuddy while they were still in college. She was a couple of years younger and knew exactly the type of affect she had on men. It was probably what drew him to her. He liked the confidence he saw in her steps as she walked around campus, always reading something and smirking over her shoulder when an idiot or two stopped mid-conversation to watch as she passed.
Sometimes he couldn't blame them because her ass needed to be admired in her form fitting clothing.
It was nothing but sex, and he couldn't find a reason to complain because she was great.
His relationship with her was just a taking from one another sort of thing, she was after the legend he was already becoming and he just wanted some sort of distraction from everything that was going on in his life.
It could never be said that he didn't notice ever minimal detail about everything, about everyone. So when it came to a point in their 'relationship' that he was just too fucking tired to get up from her tangled sheets he had weighed his options, go back to his snoring roommate or stay in her private room and possibly wake up in the middle of the night for another round.
He was surprised when she finally fell asleep, because all the confidence she so openly showed during waken hours were lost as she slept.
She would turn on her side; knees pulled up and hugged a pillow so hard against her chest and face he was afraid she might suffocate at first. Her bangs and curls blocked any change he had to see her sleeping, to try and figure out what she was thinking. The sheets up to around her chin in an effort to hide.
When he tried to pull the sheet slightly away, her breathing quickened and she whimpered softly. She looked like the lost young woman he knew was hiding behind those killer blue eyes, and he felt bad about turning the other way, ignored that part of her, it felt too awkward because he was no good at handling people even then and she became too fragile when she slept.
It felt even more uncomfortable to put his arm across her stomach, try to pull her close. She would pull back during the night and he would wake up with at least a good few inches of space between of them, and the distance she put between them would just make him think of all the reasons why he should stay away.
She wanted all the things he was running away from and those few inches just kept growing and growing, and they realized they were nothing to one another.
They were both lost in a mutual need.