I felt strong arms around me first, that was the most obvious indication someone was beside me as I awoke. That, amazingly, did not strike me as awkward as much as the fingers caressing my stomach. Surrounded by heat, by the masculine scent of my bed partner, and the sensations of his touch it seemed like an intimate morning after. It wasn't so much in my mind. In my mind, I was still confused and astounded by what had happened, I'd slept by the man only to get a full night's rest. My sleep had diminished in quality since occupying on the couch.
"Good morning, Isis." His heavily accented voice purred against my hair, sending gratifying sensations of pleasure straight through it's nerves into my brain. I stiffened instantly, but he never flinched as he kept rubbing me.
"Oh, good God...Morning." I stammered still in shock.
"Are you a God-fearing woman, Isis?" He paused as if expecting an answer, when really I had little clue as to what to say. "This is such a strange phrase. I've always thought of God as a teacher; a bringer of light, wisdom, and understanding. You see, I think what you really fear is me. I've thought of this throughout the night as you lay there, and I've come to the conclusion: you fear me and my kind. The Brotherhood of Mutants. Oh, it's not surprising really. Mankind has always feared what it doesn't understand. Well, don't fear God, and certainly don't fear me. Not now. You know me, you've been around me, your just like me whether you admit it or not." His speech delivered so nonchalantly actually soothed my frazzled nerves. Whether it was the deep masculine tones or the strange captivating tone of voice, he'd actually calmed me where I'd been ready to bolt.
His words had me pausing. I wasn't sure if it were true, I didn't want to delude myself and deny it, because I did fear some of the things he was associated with. I knew some of the people that were with him were not good people, even Creed gave me chills every so often when I'd caught his eyes. Yet, they were mutants, just like me.
"I don't know what to say." I whispered.
"Then say nothing." his voice washed over me in melodious waves and I found myself curling into his body. He never moved, never tightened his hold, never acknowledged my surrender and I valued the respect it gave me knowing he wasn't pushing for anything.
We lay there silent as the sun came up, flooding the room with its golden rays of forgiveness. As the room started lightening up, inching closer and closer to the point of daylight, I felt a calmness settle in me. I was secure, content, and overall relaxed as I welcomed the morning's glory.
"I should go make breakfast." I sighed, hating for the moment to end so abruptly.
He pulled away, his fingers lightly trailing my sides as he rolled over. I shut my eyes, hoping to regain some of the warm comfort that had just vacated my body.
"May I help?" He moved to sit up, and I threw my legs over as well in surrender.
"Don't know what all I got, so might just be cereal." I muttered, moving to the door.
He was right behind me, his hand brushing the small of my back. "Ah, a highly nutritious cold breakfast has never harmed anyone." I looked around at his cocky face and grinned.
"Who said anything about nutritious?"