Thanks once again for liking my little baby, I seriously am now considering
this fic my little baby, I mean it's all I ever work on anymore!
[10]
She climbed out of bed in her clothes from the day before and slowly walked to the door, pulling it open and tip-toeing past Michael's closed door, in case he was still sleeping.
The clock told her it was just after 8am, which meant she had a little bit of time before she would have to jump in the shower for class and get ready.
But when she entered the kitchen, she saw Michael sitting on a stool, a mug of coffee in one hand and the other laying on the counter.
And he looked like he fit with her kitchen, like he was supposed to be there, forever.
"Good morning," he smiled.
"Morning," she replied, a slight smile on her face as she poured herself a mug of coffee that would hopefully wake her up the rest of the way, "How long have you been up?"
"A few hours," he shrugged, "Since like five I guess."
"Five?" she practically spit the mouthful of coffee she had in her mouth out, "Why so early?"
He looked away, too captivated with her eyes for his own good, "I am normally up about that time. I have to be to work normally around six."
She shook her head, "Wow, I haven't been up that early since like high school. And I certainly don't miss it, I do need my beauty sleep, you know."
'You don't need beauty sleep,' he said in his mind, not daring enough to say it out loud, 'You're already beautiful enough without it.'
An awkwardness once again possessed them, as Michael was lost in his thoughts of how beautiful she was, and Sydney didn't know what to say.
"So, how did I get to my room last night?" she asked quietly, looking down at the floor, embarrassed that she had fallen asleep when she claimed that that was one of her favorite movies, not to mention that she fell asleep with him there.
"Oh," he replied, "I carried you into your room and put you in your bed. I wasn't just going to leave you lying out on the couch that kind of looks uncomfortable."
"Oh believe me it is," she laughed, "I've had a few experiences with sleeping on the couch when I've fallen asleep at night watching the television and I've had a backache for weeks."
She looked down at the floor once again, not wanting to meet his eyes, "Thank you though, for doing that for me."
He put a hand under her chin and pulled it up so she was looking in his eyes, "It was my pleasure, I really didn't mind doing it, I just didn't want to leave you out there. I'd do it again."
Their eyes connected, and their gazes caught once again as they had the night before. And once again, they didn't break their gaze.
Their eyes spoke volumes of their desire for each other, after only two days there was a true desire for the other, to feel what the other felt like, to hold the other in their arms.
Sydney just wanted to feel Michael's arms around her, to feel him in general.
And she would get her wish.
They moved closer to each other once again, and again, they were a breath away from each other, one single hare's breath away.
Was something going to interrupt them once again?
Michael wasn't going to let that happen, he was going to seize the moment, take the opportunity that was given to him.
His arms wound around her, and she placed her arms around his neck, but still they were a hare's breath away.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky sounding.
She nodded, "I've never been more sure about something in my life."
At the affirmation that this was indeed what she wanted too, he closed the distance, his lips claiming hers, in a gentle, sweet first kiss.
[10]
She climbed out of bed in her clothes from the day before and slowly walked to the door, pulling it open and tip-toeing past Michael's closed door, in case he was still sleeping.
The clock told her it was just after 8am, which meant she had a little bit of time before she would have to jump in the shower for class and get ready.
But when she entered the kitchen, she saw Michael sitting on a stool, a mug of coffee in one hand and the other laying on the counter.
And he looked like he fit with her kitchen, like he was supposed to be there, forever.
"Good morning," he smiled.
"Morning," she replied, a slight smile on her face as she poured herself a mug of coffee that would hopefully wake her up the rest of the way, "How long have you been up?"
"A few hours," he shrugged, "Since like five I guess."
"Five?" she practically spit the mouthful of coffee she had in her mouth out, "Why so early?"
He looked away, too captivated with her eyes for his own good, "I am normally up about that time. I have to be to work normally around six."
She shook her head, "Wow, I haven't been up that early since like high school. And I certainly don't miss it, I do need my beauty sleep, you know."
'You don't need beauty sleep,' he said in his mind, not daring enough to say it out loud, 'You're already beautiful enough without it.'
An awkwardness once again possessed them, as Michael was lost in his thoughts of how beautiful she was, and Sydney didn't know what to say.
"So, how did I get to my room last night?" she asked quietly, looking down at the floor, embarrassed that she had fallen asleep when she claimed that that was one of her favorite movies, not to mention that she fell asleep with him there.
"Oh," he replied, "I carried you into your room and put you in your bed. I wasn't just going to leave you lying out on the couch that kind of looks uncomfortable."
"Oh believe me it is," she laughed, "I've had a few experiences with sleeping on the couch when I've fallen asleep at night watching the television and I've had a backache for weeks."
She looked down at the floor once again, not wanting to meet his eyes, "Thank you though, for doing that for me."
He put a hand under her chin and pulled it up so she was looking in his eyes, "It was my pleasure, I really didn't mind doing it, I just didn't want to leave you out there. I'd do it again."
Their eyes connected, and their gazes caught once again as they had the night before. And once again, they didn't break their gaze.
Their eyes spoke volumes of their desire for each other, after only two days there was a true desire for the other, to feel what the other felt like, to hold the other in their arms.
Sydney just wanted to feel Michael's arms around her, to feel him in general.
And she would get her wish.
They moved closer to each other once again, and again, they were a breath away from each other, one single hare's breath away.
Was something going to interrupt them once again?
Michael wasn't going to let that happen, he was going to seize the moment, take the opportunity that was given to him.
His arms wound around her, and she placed her arms around his neck, but still they were a hare's breath away.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky sounding.
She nodded, "I've never been more sure about something in my life."
At the affirmation that this was indeed what she wanted too, he closed the distance, his lips claiming hers, in a gentle, sweet first kiss.