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CH 4 Sleeping Beauty
Clay was partially awake. Something was ticking his nose. He tried to raise his arm to move it away but discovered he couldn't move his arm. Brain still fuzzy, he opened his eyes to assess his situation. Seeing his bedroom ceiling, a slow smile spread across his face as he remembered he was home, and who he was with. Clay rolled to his side and spied who was responsible for both his immobile arm and ticklish nose. He wrapped the long, golden strands of Emma's hair around his finger. He sighed as he saw Emma curled next to him, head on his arm. Her beautiful eyes closed, and pert nose wrinkled up in the pillow. This, this right here was what he wanted, to wake up with her by his side each morning.
He didn't want to wake Emma, but his bladder was telling him had to get up. Clay had extricated himself from some tricky situations in the field, so he managed to slide his arm out from under her with minimal fuss. She did roll over and onto her back and fling her arm out. Just then Clay noticed the sheet had slipped off her form a bit. As he reached to cover her up, he realized that the shirt she was wearing, his shirt, had slid up exposing her midsection and lower. He took in her taut stomach and the narrow hips. His focus last night was on getting her to sleep. He hadn't taken a good look at the lacy panties she had on. He felt himself go hard at the thought of what she must have planned by wearing those. Clay groaned and adjusted himself. Now was not the time.
He walked into the bathroom, hoping he could take care of his morning routine without waking Emma. After he flushed and washed his hands, he reached in to turn on the shower. "Shit," he said out loud. He didn't even know if he had any clean towels. He stepped into the closet that held his clothes and the washer and dryer. There, folded neatly on top of the dryer were two piles. One was t-shirts, socks, and boxer briefs and the other was towels.
"Em." He smiled and shook his head. She must have done this too. His heart swelled. He knew he was in love with her, but he found new reasons to love her all the time. He didn't know anyone who was as thoughtful. He grabbed a couple towels and moved back into the bathroom. He showered quickly and threw on jeans and a t-shirt. Then he peeked back into the bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief. Emma was still sleeping. She had rolled over and curled herself around his pillow. Clay walked into the kitchen and hoped she would remain sleeping so he could surprise her.
A little later Emma began to stir and took in her surroundings. She stretched and reached for Clay. All she felt was an empty bed. She half sat up.
"Clay?" she called. Just then she saw him walk through the door with a makeshift tray.
"Clay?" she questioned.
"Ahh, perfect timing Emmie. Good morning sweetheart." He sat the tray down on the nightstand beside her. Then he took her face in his hands and gave her a sweet kiss.
"Honey, what's this?"
"Just a little breakfast in bed."
"What, why?"
"Why Em? Look at all you've done for me, all you do for your dad, Mikey, and even Naima and the kids." She looked down at her lap and he placed two fingers under her chin to make her look at him.
"You are always taking care of others and putting them first. You need to get spoiled once in a while Emma Hayes, and I'm the lucky guy who gets to do it." She gave him a somewhat teary smile.
"Thanks Clay."
She slid over so he could sit next to her on the bed. He handed her a mug of hot coffee, fixed just how she liked it. He then gave her some yogurt and fruit while he grabbed his plate of eggs and bacon. She ate a spoonful of yogurt and he asked, "What do you want to do today?" He took a bite of egg. She reached over and stole a slice of his bacon.
"Hey!" he laughed.
"Well," she said around a bite. "I'm not really sure. I hadn't thought further than last night." She blushed as she realized what she had just revealed. Clay reached for her hand and kissed her cheek.
"Finish up and take a shower babe. I have you to myself for the next couple of days and I don't want to waste it."
"OK, what should I wear? I only brought a few things." She nodded toward her bag on the floor.
"Just something comfortable and bring a sweater."
Emma wiggled her way out from under the covers and went to retrieve her clothes. She was happy to spend the day with Clay even if it wasn't exactly what she had in mind. However, she could give him a little reminder. As she approached her bag, she hiked up her shirt and bent at the waist to reach in and grab her stuff.
Clay looked over to see Emma's spectacular ass thrust upward covered in nothing but see-thru, black lace. He groaned audibly. Emma grinned to herself. She stood up and Clay was right there, not a breath in front of her. He reached around and grabbed her hips, tugging her to him so she could feel him hard against her.
"Not fair Emmie. Not fair at all."
"I thought you SEALS were trained to withstand all sorts of torture and temptation."
He leaned in and sucked at her neck and kissed her breathless. Just as abruptly her stopped and turned her around and sent her toward the bathroom with a playful smack on her butt.
"Smart Ass!" he said.
She headed to her shower laughing.
