She was reluctant at first. Not because she didn't want this, because it was something she'd found herself aching for as time went on, something she was almost ashamed of imagining. She wasn't really the coy sort, but when her friends discussed such things and he was the one who came into her thoughts, she was embarrased with herself. Thinking of him in such ways seemed almost indecent. He was her friend, and had been for quite some time.
She shouldn't be imagining... that.
And if she ever did... that with him, then they couldn't carry on the way they were. What if they got together and then broke up? They couldn't possibly go back to how things were then.
Now she sat, elbows on knees, a grin on her face as she remembered how she couldn't even bring herself to say it back then. Never mind her fantasising about him being indecent, he himself was devilishly indecent. Well, some nights, at least. Other times, he was attentive and gentle. He liked her to keep her pigtails in. Beside her, he stirred in his sleep, legs tangled in the sheets. She watched his muscular chest rise and fall gently as he breathed. And she smiled as she thought of earlier when she'd run her hands over his warm skin, through his dark hair, how a delicious shudder had flowed through her, hairline to toes, and how he'd groaned and collapsed against her, dropping his head onto her shoulder as she tightened her arms around him.
Settling down onto the mattress, she curled next to him, letting her eyes drift closed to follow him into sleep. Not a few moments had passed before she felt his arms snake around her waist to pull her to him, and she rolled over to face him. He was wide awake and grinning wickedly. That look on his face could only mean one thing
Finally, she thought with a smile. It's about time we did... that again.