Hey everybody. Sooooo sorry it took me so long to update. It's been crazy busy the past week or so. So I wrote this short little thing, just so you all won't hunt me down and yell at me for not updating. Which is probably what I'd do to myself if I hadn't updated in ten days or so. If you're not all mad at me, please read and review! I'll probably be all inspired to write more after tonight's episode, so I should add more chapters soon :) Enjoy.
Morning After
I woke up the next morning, momentarily confused. I tensed, a natural reaction for me lately, as I scanned my surroundings.
It wasn't until I noticed the slight rise and fall beneath me that I remembered where I was.
I smiled.
Slowly adjusting my head, I turned to look at Vaughn. He was sitting, halfway upright, his head balancing precariously on the palm of his hand, obviously forced to stay in that position by my legs, which were still draped across his lap. My heart warmed as I realized that he would probably be fighting a bitch of a sore neck later on in the day, all because he wanted to keep me comfortable.
Not quite ready to wake him yet, I watched as he slept. I was amazed at how relaxed he looked when he was sleeping. The wrinkles on his forehead had disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were turned up in an almost-smile. His hair was ruffled like a little kid's. If it was possible, he was adorable and sexy, all at the same time.
I held back a laugh as his head moved slightly, and his slight smile turned to a frown. He was, no doubt, experiencing the beginnings of that neck pain.
I continued to watch him, pondering the events of the night before.
I had spent a normal, boring evening at home, with the most wonderful man in the world, and, of course, his dog. Although, for me at least, it was neither boring nor normal.
I had slept with Vaughn. The thought hit me suddenly, and I blinked as it began to sink in. Now there was a sentence I never thought I'd hear. And yet, the night we had spent together felt so- right.
Perfect.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life like this, cuddled up warmly, my head resting on Michael Vaughn's chest.
That was my dream.
That was what I was holding out hope for.
I felt him stir beneath me, and I reaised my head to look at him again, a broad smile on my face.
He looked down at me with sleepy eyes, smiling lazily.
"Hey," he said, his voice still slightly husky from sleep.
"Morning," I replied. We sat in silence for a moment, neither of us quite sure what to say in this particular situation.
It wasn't like we had 'slept together' in the sexual sense of the word. Not that we didn't want to, but what we had shared last night was, in a strange way, more emotional than sex ever could be. I thought about that for a moment, and blushed suddenly as my mind shifted slightly, to some rather impure thoughts about my handler. I shook my head to clear it slightly. I would have to save those thoughts for later... hopefully not too much later. I smiled.
"I'm glad you're here," Vaughn said after a moment. "I've always wanted to fix you breakfast." He bent down, placing a light kiss on my forehead. My heart beat a little faster.
"Good," I replied. "I'm starving." We smiled at each other, neither of us making a move to get up.
"I'm too comfortable to move," Vaughn said after several seconds of silence. I nodded in agreement.
"Breakfast is highly overrated," I replied with a smile. He chuckled, and I sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to him.
We sat like that for several minutes, no words necessary to express how happy we were. I was about to fall asleep again- I could tell that Vaughn was too by the slowness of his breathing- when we were rather rudely interrupted by an insistent whining from across the room. I opened my eyes, and I wasn't surprised to see Donovan, standing in front of the door and sending a rather impatient glare in our direction.
Vaughn moaned behind me, and I laughed sleepily.
"I think somebody needs to go outside." I stretched, moving reluctantly away from the warmth of Vaughn's body.
"I've had this dog for years, and he still doesn't understand that I'm NOT a morning person," Vaughn grumbled. I raised my eyebrow at him.
"It's past 12:30," I said, amused. Vaughn looked at me blankly for a second, then glanced at his watch.
"Oh," he said, before looking up and grinning at me. "Best night of sleep I ever had," he said, grabbing my hand, and tracing his index fingers lightly around my own. I looked up into his eyes, surprised at how taken aback I still was at the tenderness I found there.
Donovan shuffled up beside us, looked directly at me, and let out a loud yelp. I jumped, statled away from Vaughn's eyes.
"Donny," Vaughn scolded, obviously annoyed at the intteruption. He squeezed my hand before slowly rising to his feet. "I'd better take him out," he said, groaning as he stretched out his back. "I won't be more than five minutes," he said, grabbing Donovan's leash from a hook on the wall.
Before heading out the door, he returned to where I was sitting, lazily, on the couch, and bent down to plant a light kiss on my lips.
"Make yourself a home," he whispered, before Donovan's anxious tugging pulled him away from me. "Alright, buddy..." Vaughn muttered, opening his front door and offering me a brief wave before the dog dragged him down the hallway.
...TBC... obviously. Well, it didn't turn out as short as I had originally thought, so that's a plus. Let me know what you think, and I hope to have a chapter up within the next couple days. Hope you like it!!!!!! Like always, my email is adele1013@email.com. Ok and sorry for any typos. I was working on this at my parent's house, and for some reason, Word's spellcheck isn't working. Stupid computers.
Morning After
I woke up the next morning, momentarily confused. I tensed, a natural reaction for me lately, as I scanned my surroundings.
It wasn't until I noticed the slight rise and fall beneath me that I remembered where I was.
I smiled.
Slowly adjusting my head, I turned to look at Vaughn. He was sitting, halfway upright, his head balancing precariously on the palm of his hand, obviously forced to stay in that position by my legs, which were still draped across his lap. My heart warmed as I realized that he would probably be fighting a bitch of a sore neck later on in the day, all because he wanted to keep me comfortable.
Not quite ready to wake him yet, I watched as he slept. I was amazed at how relaxed he looked when he was sleeping. The wrinkles on his forehead had disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were turned up in an almost-smile. His hair was ruffled like a little kid's. If it was possible, he was adorable and sexy, all at the same time.
I held back a laugh as his head moved slightly, and his slight smile turned to a frown. He was, no doubt, experiencing the beginnings of that neck pain.
I continued to watch him, pondering the events of the night before.
I had spent a normal, boring evening at home, with the most wonderful man in the world, and, of course, his dog. Although, for me at least, it was neither boring nor normal.
I had slept with Vaughn. The thought hit me suddenly, and I blinked as it began to sink in. Now there was a sentence I never thought I'd hear. And yet, the night we had spent together felt so- right.
Perfect.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life like this, cuddled up warmly, my head resting on Michael Vaughn's chest.
That was my dream.
That was what I was holding out hope for.
I felt him stir beneath me, and I reaised my head to look at him again, a broad smile on my face.
He looked down at me with sleepy eyes, smiling lazily.
"Hey," he said, his voice still slightly husky from sleep.
"Morning," I replied. We sat in silence for a moment, neither of us quite sure what to say in this particular situation.
It wasn't like we had 'slept together' in the sexual sense of the word. Not that we didn't want to, but what we had shared last night was, in a strange way, more emotional than sex ever could be. I thought about that for a moment, and blushed suddenly as my mind shifted slightly, to some rather impure thoughts about my handler. I shook my head to clear it slightly. I would have to save those thoughts for later... hopefully not too much later. I smiled.
"I'm glad you're here," Vaughn said after a moment. "I've always wanted to fix you breakfast." He bent down, placing a light kiss on my forehead. My heart beat a little faster.
"Good," I replied. "I'm starving." We smiled at each other, neither of us making a move to get up.
"I'm too comfortable to move," Vaughn said after several seconds of silence. I nodded in agreement.
"Breakfast is highly overrated," I replied with a smile. He chuckled, and I sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to him.
We sat like that for several minutes, no words necessary to express how happy we were. I was about to fall asleep again- I could tell that Vaughn was too by the slowness of his breathing- when we were rather rudely interrupted by an insistent whining from across the room. I opened my eyes, and I wasn't surprised to see Donovan, standing in front of the door and sending a rather impatient glare in our direction.
Vaughn moaned behind me, and I laughed sleepily.
"I think somebody needs to go outside." I stretched, moving reluctantly away from the warmth of Vaughn's body.
"I've had this dog for years, and he still doesn't understand that I'm NOT a morning person," Vaughn grumbled. I raised my eyebrow at him.
"It's past 12:30," I said, amused. Vaughn looked at me blankly for a second, then glanced at his watch.
"Oh," he said, before looking up and grinning at me. "Best night of sleep I ever had," he said, grabbing my hand, and tracing his index fingers lightly around my own. I looked up into his eyes, surprised at how taken aback I still was at the tenderness I found there.
Donovan shuffled up beside us, looked directly at me, and let out a loud yelp. I jumped, statled away from Vaughn's eyes.
"Donny," Vaughn scolded, obviously annoyed at the intteruption. He squeezed my hand before slowly rising to his feet. "I'd better take him out," he said, groaning as he stretched out his back. "I won't be more than five minutes," he said, grabbing Donovan's leash from a hook on the wall.
Before heading out the door, he returned to where I was sitting, lazily, on the couch, and bent down to plant a light kiss on my lips.
"Make yourself a home," he whispered, before Donovan's anxious tugging pulled him away from me. "Alright, buddy..." Vaughn muttered, opening his front door and offering me a brief wave before the dog dragged him down the hallway.
...TBC... obviously. Well, it didn't turn out as short as I had originally thought, so that's a plus. Let me know what you think, and I hope to have a chapter up within the next couple days. Hope you like it!!!!!! Like always, my email is adele1013@email.com. Ok and sorry for any typos. I was working on this at my parent's house, and for some reason, Word's spellcheck isn't working. Stupid computers.