Okay, this is a just a short snippet.
The bird waves at me once more before taking to the skies, calling out, "Raziel and Robin will be excited to hear of the news, but ultimately Batman is not going to be too fond of the idea."
I smile and wave back. What a crazy little bird. Obviously Batman would love the idea of a fleet of mermaids taking up residence in his shiny Bat-mobile.
I sat up and blinked the sleep from my eyes. Raziel, I needed to stop reading those comics. My dreams were becoming more lurid and ridiculous by the night. Stretching my arms, I attempted to stand and get ready for the day ahead. Unfortunately, this was not very successful, mostly due to the fact that Magnus had a death-grip on me.
"Where do you think you're going?" he muttered sleepily.
"Magnus, not everyone has the time to lay about in bed all day. I have training to do."
"Fuck training," Magnus said firmly, and tightened his hold, enough that my breaths were ever so slightly shorter. "Besides, I don't 'lay about in bed all day', everyday. Today's a Saturday. Saturday is part of a concept known as the 'weekend'."
I looked down at him. "Just because it's Saturday doesn't mean all life can just stop. Stuff still needs to be done."
"Mhhmmm... While that belief is certainly interesting, it's a little too radical for me. I mean, really, working on weekends? Isn't that the Eighth Deadly Sin?"
"No, but I do recall sloth being one of them."
"So is lust, but those gorgeous blue eyes were dark with it last night."
"That's last night. Today is Saturday. A new day, with yesterday completely forgotten." I did not particularly want to think of last night while trying to have a rational debate.
"Well, Alexander, you can be sure that I haven't forgotten a moment of it. Didn't it go just like this..." He stroked his slim fingers up my arm whilst grinning tantalisingly. I shivered from the sensation; Magnus had quickly introduced me to the idea that a touch didn't need to be sexual to be sensual.
"So working on Saturday mornings is the Eighth Deadly Sin, but sex is fine?" I queried.
"Who mentioned sex?" Magnus said, releasing his hold on me and slumping back against the pillows with his eyebrows raised.
"Well, unless my memory fails me, I'm pretty sure that's what happened last night."
"And correct me if I speak falsely," he mimicked," but I was only alluding to the first part of our... eventful evening. Do you honestly think I have the energy on a Saturday morning to give an exact reconstruction of last night? I'm not the one with the stamina rune."
I sighed, slightly disappointed, but conceding his point. Our eventful evening had been comprised of several hours of foreplay alone, and so it enough to still be feeling the after-affects today.
"I'm not the one with the stamina rune," he repeated lowly, with only a slight emphasis on the first word, making me wonder whether I'd really heard it at all. His eyes were half-closed and cast downwards, so I had absolutely no idea what he was thinking. I hated it when he left me in situations like this.
"What exactly are you insinuating?" I asked , but I could hear both a roughness and hope in my voice.
His eyes opened enough for my to see his cat-like pupils, and he watched my expression as he slowly trailed his hand from my knee to my inner thigh.
"Somehow, I don't think you're under any illusions about what I'm referring to," he murmured, almost reprovingly, as he pulled me over his body.
I shivered slightly at the sudden heat of his naked body beneath me, although quickly my hands moved to his chest, greedily absorbing the feeling of the hot, soft skin.
"Not any more," I breathed into his ear, whilst my fingers circled lower and lower.
He trembled with laughter first, and then later again, with pleasure.
I was now an official convert to the belief in sleepy Saturday mornings.
You have no idea how much fun it was to write this. Or how much it turned me on imagining this scene... ;)