It was just a fuck. That's what she kept telling herself. They were both unaware of their actions, both a little bit to out of it, a little lost in space.
He had blue eyes - or were they green? She couldn't remember though she was staring right at them. But his hands felt oh so lovely and she didn't want them to stop. She moaned accordingly because wow, he was good and delicate and wow. She knew he wasn't going to stop until she got what she needed and it was lovely because no one had been this considerate with her.
She claws at his tanned back and knows she'll wake up to a lovely imagine of sun kissed skin and red. She tugs on his hair and adds a few more marks on his wow, strong arms and back and wow, she's gasping for breath and he's collapsed on her.
She is sure he can hear the pounding against her chest because she can hear his. He makes a line of kisses from below her ear to her lips and rolls off her.
He whispers a sweet nothing in her ear and then they are off to dreamland and it's so peaceful.
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She wakes up dazed, her head bound to explode and a coffee maker buzzing in the background. She waves her hand around her head because, fuck it's annoying and won't stop and she thinks she can swat it away.
But it doesn't stop and oh fuck, her stomach clenches and growls because it's a beast and she hasn't eaten for more than a day.
It's when she swings her legs over the side of the bed she remembers someone had come here – Adams home, her home – with her last night and he was so lovely. She stretches and yawns and then there's that unmistakable clatter of feet against hard wood and he's stood there in just some plaid boxers holding two cups of coffee.
He grins and her stomach clenches again but she ignores it – she has for years hasn't she? – and smiles back.
The bed sinks in when he sits down and he's staring at her funny, a little twinkle in his – oh they're green – eyes and then there's a feeling in her stomach and she can't seem to place it. It's like a ton of wings flapping around the sides of her stomach and she's remembers they're called butterflies and she hasn't had them since that boy gave her a little yellow flower.
She wraps the sheet around herself as he tells her he didn't know what she liked with her coffee so he brought everything and he's just so happy and kind that she drinks the coffee in three gulps. The result is great and she doesn't feel hungry anymore, it's kind of nice. Just like this boy, who created the rare butterfly craze in her stomach is nice and she doesn't want him to leave.