He'd always been an early riser and the military training had just reinforced that habit, so when he woke up before the alarm was set to go off, he happily took the time to gather his thought and prepare himself for the day ahead. Jess had shifted slightly in her sleep and was now laying partially on her stomach and partially on him. Her left arm was across his chest, her hand resting above his heart and her left leg was thrown over his hip, the smooth calf wedged between his own legs. He must have adjusted in his sleep as well, because his left arm was now wrapped under and around her, his hand cupping her ass and holding her tight against him. His other hand was resting on the leg that was thrown across him, laying on her thigh. He watched her for a while, unable to fully see her face but unwilling to move and possibly wake her. Instead, he observed every inch of flesh he could see, learning each freckle and crease, plotting the route his mouth would later follow.
He hadn't realized his hands were starting to wander until he heard a small sound escape Jess, somewhere between a sigh and a moan. The hand on her ass had moved to the waist of her sleep shorts and was stroking her skin just inside the edge of the drawstring hem. The hand on her leg was making small circles and squeezing her thigh every so often. As he became aware of the delicate flesh under his hands, his own body began to respond. He felt himself begin to grow hard against her leg, trying to stop the visions of all the other things they could be doing in this bed. Things that involved much less clothing. It seemed like the harder he tried to stop the images, the harder he became.
He had to bite back a moan when she shifted against him, her leg moving against his erection, causing a hot burst of arousal to shoot through him. His hand tightened on her thigh and she sighed "Becker," still in her own dream world.
He rolled them over, propping himself up to he wouldn't crush her, and began to slowly and gently kiss her eyelids, nose, cheeks and forehead. He need to wake her up (and calm himself down) and assumed she'd rather wake up this way that to a blaring alarm. He continued the featherlight kisses as he spoke to her.
"Jess, wake up. We have to get up now. Come on, gorgeous. Open your eyes."
Slowly, she became aware of her surroundings, a small smile gracing her lips as she felt and heard him. Her arms languidly looped around his neck, pulling his lips to hers in the softest, sweetest kiss he had ever experienced. When they parted, her eyes finally opened and she looked so relaxed and content, her eyelids still heavy from sleep. It was the look he imagined she'd have after a long night of passion. It was the look of a woman who was completely satisfied, completely sated.
"Hi," she said, almost sounding shy.
"Good morning," he replied, laying another kiss on the tip of her nose. "Sorry to wake you a bit early, but I figured you wouldn't want to be rushed."
She stretched, pressing her body into his and humming quietly. She was still groggy, but she felt fully rested.
"No, it's fine. I'm sure it'll take me a bit longer than usual, what with being constantly distracted by you, so it'll be good to have some extra time."
He laughed softly and brought his lips back to hers, not quite ready to get out of bed and start the day, despite what he'd just told her. He was living out a fantasy right now and intended to enjoy every minute of it.
She moaned as he kissed her, a soft sound that perfectly encompassed the balance of tenderness and heat in the moment. She ran her fingers through his hair and let them run the length of his neck, gently massaging the tight muscles. He groaned loudly and disconnected their lips, his head falling to her shoulder.
"God, that feels so good…"
She grinned and moved her fingers away from his neck, deciding to explore a bit more. She vaguely remembered him responding strongly when she had teased his ear at the ARC and was curious to see that reaction again.
She ran her nails over his scalp, making him groan and rub his head against her like a giant cat. She giggled at his reaction and continued, slowly working her way to the ultimate destination. When she was close enough, she lazily ran her fingertip along the ridge of his left ear at the same time she exhaled, her breath tickling what her finger left bare. He growled low in the back of his throat and she felt every muscle in his body tighten. Jess was extremely pleased with herself and purred in the same ear she'd just stroked.
"Captain Becker, I do believe I've found your weak spot."
Before she could fully form a satisfied smirk, he pulled his head back and claimed her mouth in a deep, thrusting kiss, not letting up until she pushed at his chest, desperate for air. He put his mouth near her ear and spoke in a voice hoarse with barely contained desire.
"You may have found my weak spot, Miss Parker, but I assure you I will find yours. I will find every single spot on this amazing, sexy body that makes you lose control. I'll spend hours searching, days if I have to, and I will thoroughly enjoy every moment of it."
A small whimper escaped her lips and he knew he had won this round. He let his stubble graze her cheek, leaving faint red marks that disappeared immediately, as he pushed off of her body and the bed, quickly striding out of the room.
