His fingertips trailed down the curve of her back, returning to caress her stomach with the backs of his fingers. She squirmed so he continued up to her neck, stroking the small hairs at the back of it. She let out an amused breath of air and stretched from her position laying sideways to him. Just like a cat - lean and affectionate. He encased her with his arms when she sighed back into them, rolling herself onto his body. She had a lithe figure and it amused him how small she actually was against his own wide frame - he could easily wind his arm loosely around her shoulders, or fix them languidly on her waist. He could pick her up just as easily too. This time he was doing both - one arm on her waist, the other at the shoulders. No area can be missed. Not now when she was so soft. She deflated against him and laid her head on the area of mattress right above his shoulder, messy twirls of hair against his cheek. He continued to fondly skim his hands on her skin, circling lazily with delicate touches on her shoulder, her waist, her back; or smoothing his hands down her body, lightly dragging nails and palms up the planes of her back.
She shifted again suddenly to squirm off of him, which would have been made easier if the sheets were not so tangled around their legs. "Hm." She said. "You're not actually that comfortable." He let out that laugh that she loved - it was like a sharp, breathless bark that curled around the edges. She scooted up to his side.
"Sorry to disappoint." He grinned but was not pleased with the loss of contact so he sat up slightly to catch her by the waist and pull her to him, closer. He flopped back on the bed, making it shake, and she gave her own variant of a giggle and a smile.
This blissful state came often. Soft mornings. Lazy days with nothing to do. After making love. It was a time when they could forget completely about anything else, a hazy, calm fog.
Red sat up and twisted to face him, leaning down and giving him a kiss right behind the ear. She worked down his neck, hands holding a delicate grasp on his cheek and arm. She stopped at his shoulder, murmuring into his skin, and the trickle of her voice made his heart quicken somehow. "Be right back."
She turned and leapt out of the bed with grace and he looked up from the pillow to see her putting on her shirt as she walked out of the door. It was an old one, yet the bright yellow did not fade. It had some kind of symbol of a brand on the back. He shuffled around before finding his own, crumpled and neglected, but decided not to put anything over his boxers. He stretched and sat up on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. They should probably get up for breakfast. The light from the bathroom was turned off and Red strode back into the room to collapse onto the bed next to him. She rolled over to face him and tapped the space beside her. He smiled. "We ought to get up." She frowned at that and he leaned down into her neck. "Don't you want to eat? Pancakes? With that syrup you really like?"
She groaned in protest but ultimately was taken with the offer, yet opted to hook her arms around his waist and nudge him closer. He laughed and adjusted himself to lay down again, hooking their legs together as he positioned himself on top of her. She giggled into his neck when he focused his lips on collarbone. "Aren't you going to make the pancakes?"
He mumbled his reply between kisses. "I was hoping you were going to do that." Red laughed at this, curling her fingers in his hair before tracing them down his neck and smoothing them over his wide back. "Well how can I when you're practically all over me?" She mimicked his actions from before, dragging her nails lightly over solid muscle, palming his shoulders, while he continued caressing her neck. She immediately regretted the fact that he had put on his shirt, and she urged to feel his skin, but nevertheless she loved to feel him.
"5 more minutes?" He grumbled as he slipped his hands onto her ribs.
"5 more minutes." She smiled into his neck to press a kiss there.