Chapter Two
Some people had difficulty waking up. Somehow they could even sleep well into the afternoon if allowed, even with multiple alarm clocks. She was one of them.
The sun was already midway in the horizon. It's warm light having dispelled the early morning chill and filtering in through the still closed curtains.
She was not the type to get out of bed willingly, even after waking up. Preferring to just go back to sleep, the alarm ringing every five minutes. Even her cell phone alarm was ignored.
Not even the removal of her human pillow was enough to daunt her. Not that she was pleased about it, though. But she still could, would, and does, somehow manage to return to dreamland.
Anyone who tries to prevent her from it might likely get a punch in the face. As a chestnut-haired Kyoto bred woman found out once. Just once, she was a quick learner, after all. And the apologies, five hours later, and make out session were enough to satisfy her. Having to wear large dark sunglasses all day was merely a small inconvenience.
She couldn't help it. She was still half-asleep, more three-quarters asleep, after being roughly shaken awake. Not being used to having someone beside her, her survival-trained instincts took over and she reacted accordingly. She wasn't even aware of what had happened, her main thoughts being that the shaking has stopped and promptly went back to sleep. She was even angry when she woke up later and saw her lover's face. Demanding to know who had done it and vowing to pummel the bastard to an inch of his life. Oh was she so sorry after learning the truth. She apologized profusely and did everything she could to make up for it. It was even the victim who teased and laughingly consoled the perpetrator.
She never did it again. Not because of anything on her part, but more because her partner had started learning alternative ways to get her out of bed. Her least favorite was having water thrown on her face, but that was only when the other was in a bad mood. Damn PMS. Or perhaps it was when she was literally kicked off the bed and landing face down on the floor, with peals of evil laughter ringing in her ears.
Then there was the method she loved best…
Even before her sleep-induced brain could register what was happening, her body had already started reacting to the gentle sensations. Warm breath was tickling her cheeks, lips traveled over her neck up to her ears. Her nipples hardening, heat coming from somewhere in her stomach region started spreading down, between her legs and even further down to her toes.
"Mmmmmmm….Shizuru……"
She smiled. She was getting wet.
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Feed:
Shizuru: Ara...I didn't even get to show off my Kyoto-ben...
Natsuki: Well, I've always been a woman of action rather than words.
Shizuru: Hai, hai, but sleeping could hardly be called 'action'
Natsuki: But this wasn't MY fault! glares at author
Shizuru: At least we got to hear your moaning and calling my name. happy!
Natsuki: I wasn't moaning! And MY name didn't even get a mention! angry!
Shizuru: Ara... you're right. In that case, why don't i use this place to do that instead?
Shizuru: Natsuki
Shizuru: Natsuki
Shizuru: Na-tsu-ki...
Natsuki: sweatdrop Ok, ok I get it already. Let's just go back to bed.
AN: Hmmmm, wanted to follow this up with some smex scenes but, i'm not sure if i have the talent for it. I'll keep it in mind though. Otherwise this story would be complete on its own.Oh yeah, R&R please. don't have beta since i've never considered writing before this one.
