Title: Sleeping Beauty
He caught sight of her in the dim glow of the sliver of moonlight that slipped through the long curtains. She was curled up on the long plush sofa, a glass of something in hand as she stared out of the gap that was allowing the moonlight in. It was only as he moved closer he realised her eyes had slipped shut and she was sleeping. He deftly removed the glass from her hand before scooping her up in his arms and cradling her to his bare chest his eyes resting on the soft lips that had kissed his a few weeks before. It was easy to remember how they had felt, how much he had wanted to feel them again but he would resist for the moment, even if it was tempting to pretend she was Sleeping Beauty and he her handsome prince come to rescue her from her deep slumber.
He carried her up the stairs towards her room wishing it was his own wanting to touch and taste every inch of her skin, to hear her call his name because he had given her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Even as he climbed she moved slightly, sighing in her sleep mumbling words that at first he didn't quite catch until in the midst of it all he heard his name. Her arm wrapped around his neck and she adjusted herself in his grip causing him to pause in his walk while she settled so he wouldn't drop her.
Feeling her breasts squashed against his chest caused a twitch in his pants which made him grimace although he understood why. He moved inside the room that she had claimed as her own while she was here and noticed that the sheets were ruffled giving him signs she had slept or at least tried to sleep before going downstairs. He placed her down gently and kissed her forehead, both satisfied and intrigued to hear her mumble his name. "Sleep well my Sleeping Beauty," he whispered while looking down at her trying to imprint this moment into his memory before leaving, closing the door behind him.
