(A/N: So this is set a couple months later, early-mid May to be exact, Wendy healed fine, nothing has really changed with anybody. Um enjoy? Also, should I switch from first person to third person? I'm not sure, but I think I like third person better)
I know I will never get tired of waking up in his arms, it makes me feel content, complete, like nothing can ever go wrong. I quickly hit the snooze button on my phone, then roll over to face him, yearning to gaze into those bright eyes I love so much. Gently, I touch his face, not wanting to wake him quite yet, cupping his cheek in my hand, I close my eyes. I could literally stay like this for the rest of my life, I feel his cheek twitch under my palm. I open my eyes to see his staring right into me, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks; I know I'm blushing.
"G'morning," he sighs, voice still raspy from sleep. I try to resist smiling but its impossible, so I bury my face in his chest and take a deep breath. He smells like pine and honestly, a little sweaty. I don't mind, the nights are getting warmer with summer just around the corner. His arms snake around my waist and bring my body flush with his; I can feel my blush deepening. He kisses the top of my head and I feel my stomach doing back flips, he takes one hand off of my waist, using his slender fingers to tilt my chin upwards towards so my face is level with his. There is no hiding my crimson face, I just look up at him, my eyes watery from the heat in my face.
"Hey, how come you always look so beautiful in the morning and I look like I just woke up from a coma?" he chuckles, his eyes fixed on my lips. A smile creeps up on me, I'm powerless against the muscles in my own face.
"Because I'm a girl, were just naturally gifted that way I guess," I snort, not believing that I don't look like hell, I tilt my head back down, though not so far that he can't see my eyes peeking at him through my fringe. He tilts his head down, mirroring mind, pressing our foreheads together, not saying anything. Completely aware of the warm body pressed against mine, I start to blush again as my mind wanders to things I would be embarrassed to repeat. I just want to kiss him so bad, to feel his lips against mine again, but I won't give in first, I bite my lip a little and glance at the ceiling. I can feel his warm breath against my face as he exhales audibly in mock frustration.
"EUGH, morning breath!" I giggle as I scrunch up my nose and pretend to be disgusted. As I turn my head back to face him, his lips brush against mine, I shiver. My breathing speeds up as he runs his fingers through my hair and pulls my face to his. Our lips meet and suddenly I can't get close enough to him, I press against his chest and wrap a leg around his waist. I can hear his breath hitch in his throat, I feel a fire building inside me, growing with each second. I part my lips slightly and exhale, inviting him into my mouth. There is not thought anymore, just feelings, emotions, touching, I run my hands down his bare chest and back up, wrapping my arms around his chest, I pulling him close. Feeling his muscles against my chest makes me long for that skin-to-skin contact we have never experienced. I start to pull up my tank top, I stop just under my breasts, then I press myself into him once again. My skin is on fire; I can feel warm hands running up and down my back under my shirt. Okay, this is not supposed to be happening, we are supposed to be modest and, ugh but why does it feel so good? Rational thought seems to escape me, I am fighting the urge to pull of my top entirely. My heart is beating so fast I can barely make out each separate beat, Stan begins to trail hot, wet kisses down my neck to my collarbone. Biting my lip, I try not to make any sound.
"mmm, I love you," comes his voice, muffled against my skin. Just when I am about to give in and undress my upper half, my phone alarm goes off again, jolting me back into reality. I jump just enough to get his attention; he looks up at me with puppy dog eyes, not wanting to stop. I roll over and pick up my phone, intending to just turn off the alarm, I glance at the time, why.
"If we want to make it to school on time, we need to leave really soon…" I start, there is no way I want to get out of this bed, not in a million years. The only thing that stops me from falling back into his arms is the fact that I need to maintain perfect attendance after I was sick earlier this year. Stan reaches the same conclusion, and expresses his distaste.
"Stupid senior rule, stupid graduate expectations," he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear. I sigh as a pull back the blankets, then I pick up my clothes and make my way to the bathroom. I pile my hair on top of my head, and hop in the shower, humming lightly, I can hear Stan opening drawers and dressing in the bedroom. The door shuts lightly as he makes his way downstairs for breakfast.
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