Arthur awoke to a knock on his door. "Uuuhh…wha?" he mumbled in his sleepy daze. Drinking so late last night was a bad idea.
" ? Are you home?" Amelia knocked on his door. -no answer-
Amelia did the next best thing and grabbed the key from under the welcome map.
Opening the door she called once more.
Arthur struggled to open his eyes and struggled even more to get on his feet. He stumbled out of bed, still wobbly from the alcohol. The drunk took only 2 steps forward and fell into the dresser.
Amelia heard the ruckus upstairs and raced to the bedroom. She swung open the door to see her teacher trying to stand up straight but wavered once more.
All Arthur could see was a fuzzy figure of the other in the door way. "Mr. Kirkland…" He could barely make out the muffled words. He began to see spots and his eyes drifted closed.
Amelia ran swiftly to his side and caught her teacher's limp body before he hit the floor. "Mr. Kirkland?" but he was out. The only thing she thought to do was place him back in the bed. She felt his forehead and he was a little warm.
She scanned him over. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Outside of that gentleman facade he puts on for show, she could see the stress. She wanted to get rid of it. To see him in such pain all the time drove her to tears.
Amelia sat down next to him and placed a hand on the other's cheek. "I wish you loved me the way I love you." she whispered. No response came, only deep breathing. She couldn't help herself this time.
Leaning in closer to his face she ghost her lips over his. Her lips were plump and full against his. She let them sit in place for a moment to savor the time she had. It was to last forever she thought. He tasted of tea and rum but also of a humble teak flavour.
She delicately opened her eyes and pulled away with a light click as her lips released. Yawning as she laid beside him and curl up against his warm body heat; Amelia fell into a light slumber.
Arthur felt a big squishy orb in his grasp as he woke. "Uhh…" He gently squeezed once more. "ohhh my head…" his eyes peeled open but shot awake when he saw the beauty beside him.
"a-amelia? how? w-what?" he whispered, cautious of not waking her. No later did he notice the squishy bosom in his palm. Blood spurted from his nose as he backed away and fell off the bed with a thud. "AH!"
Amelia rubbed her eyes and sat up to the noise. "Mr. Kirkland?" She crawled to the edge and found him curled up, hugging his shin. "OH! Are you alright?"
Arthur nodded and shuffled over against the wall to stand up. How he saw Amelia on the bed; his bed. Why was she so enticing on the covers. May be it was the fact that he touched her breast for the first time or may be it was the confusion he felt as to why she was even in his bed…wait….Amelia + Arthur + bed =….no that can't be right. Arthur was confused, and his face showed it.
Amelia looked him over but stopped when she got to his crotch. She hid her face and tried not the giggle.
Arthur was back to his senses. "What?" He looked down himself and noticed he was still in his union jack boxer briefs.
His face turned a deep shade of crimson as he gave an embarrassed smile and grabbed the nearest blanket. "I'll be right back."
He raced into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. The taps poured water into his hands as he splashed the liquid on his face. He couldn't believe what was happening.
"What did I drink last night?" Arthur stretched his cheeks in the mirror. "Why is Amelia here anyway…did I invite her over last night? Last night? Has she been here since last night?! And why am I in my underwear?!" Arthur paced the small bathroom.
"Myself in underwear+ Amelia+ bed=….oh god…what have I done….did I use protection?! No! stop getting ahead of yourself Arthur, she's still fully clothed. Pretty sure nothing happened. But that still doesn't explain why you were groping her tit in bed in your underwear! Surely she knows whats going on…"
The gentleman took in a deep breathe and got dressed in decent attire before entering back into the bedroom. Amelia looked up excitedly. "That took a little while. Everything is okay I presume."
He nodded and took a seat next to his love. "Amelia?"
"Yes Mr. Kirkland?"
"When did you get here?"
"Earlier this morning." she replied.
"Oh, okay good…when you showed up, what was I doing?"
"You were stumbling around and I grabbed you before you fell. Pretty sure you were drunk off your ass. That's when I decided to put you to bed. You passed out then and that's all that happened."
Arthur sighed. He did want to make love to Amelia, he just wanted to be able to remember it all.
"Thank you. I'm sorry I can't remember anything after I drink. Did you come here for some reason?"
Amelia perked up. "Yes, for tutoring! It is Saturday."
"Oh right. Well why don't you go down stairs for now and I''l be down there in a few."
Arthur trotted down the stairs to find Amelia scanning through the large bookshelf in his living room.
He cleared his throat. Amelia jumped. "Oh sorry! I wasn't doing anything. I was only looking for-.."
"Don't worry yourself, feel free to read and spend as much time here as you like. I enjoy the company. What book were you looking for?"
Amelia blushed. "I was just looking for The Great Gatsby."
"Really? That should be under 'F'. I organize them by author's first name. But I had no idea you enjoyed that book." It peaked Arthur's interest that his soul mate would share the same interest in literature as him.
"Would you read it to me?" Arthur was a bit surprised at the question she asked but obliged. He pulled the book from its place among the books and sat down on the couch.
Amelia sat on the other end facing him.
The Brit cleared his throat and began.
"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
'Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.'…" Arthur continued through the book, occasionally talking to Amelia.
The light from the windows grew to a dark orange as the sun began to set. "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." Arthur finished the book.
He folded the pages closed and noticed his goddess had fallen asleep. Arthur put the book away and grabbed a blanket. "Really now? Tell me when you fall asleep so you don't catch a cold." Arthur smiled and covered her with the blanket gently before kissing her cheek. "Sleep well, Daisy."
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