Emma groaned as she reached out to turn her phone's alarm off but realised it was still in the pocket of her trousers which could be anywhere on the upstairs floor of this building. The arm around her waist tightened as she spoke, "Forgot to turn that off, sorry."
"Wasn't sleeping anyway." Jimmi mumbled behind her, his voice giving away the truth as he lazily kissed her shoulder.
"Sounds it." He could sense the smirk from her tone.
It was another time when they had not planned to fall into bed together but neither wished to run away this morning. The previous evening they had ended up at his house which she was now grateful for so they didn't have to worry about anyone else being home. And as her alarm tone started up again they were thankful there was nobody else to find the scattered clothing - they had somehow been more desperate for the contact second time around.
She turned her head into the pillow, "God, I'll look a state."
He chuckled, lying out on his back, "Emma, you are recalling that I have seen you the morning after before? And that time you had been drinking a lot more than last night."
"Yes, but so had you, your vision or memory will have been hazy. This morning there is harsh daylight and clear heads." She never usually became self-conscious in this way - she had spent enough nights and mornings with men to know she wasn't unattractive - but she and Jimmi had been the closest of friends for such a long time it felt different with him.
"I've also been with you at a fitness class; you didn't have a speck of make-up on, you were out of breath and rosy-cheeked yet you still managed to be stunning."
"Urgh, I need to stop spending time with you if I'm going to keep any sorts of secrets, dignity or self-loathing."
His fingers ghosted up and down her spine, eliciting a shiver and a moan. "Or you just stay and let me tell you the truth."
She was glad he couldn't see her indulgent smile as she could already picture his smug reaction. "So, what's your plan for today?" As much as it was the weekend and they weren't working, she didn't want to presume he was doing nothing.
His fingers were still drawing gentle patterns on her bare back as if it was the most natural action in the world while he replied, "You can remain exactly here for a bit, I can get us some breakfast and then decide as we go. Or you can have a shower or there's a pack of face wipes, if it's just mascara smears you're worried about, in the bathroom. The alternative to all that is that you can go and we never talk about this again which I'd understand but wouldn't be as fun."
Emma felt a warm fluttering inside her and couldn't resist peeking out at him. "A shower would be nice and food, give me at least ten minutes and we meet back here?"
"There are towels in there, you can even use my robe if you want," He kissed her above the sole eyebrow on show, before she pulled his face down and greeted him properly, tongues dancing around the other.