Chapter 4
He felt a delightful tickle on his abdomen. Lee's eyes slowly blinked open and he was immediately disoriented. He looked at the ceiling above him, he couldn't place where he was. Judging by the shadows moving across the ceiling he knew the sun was up but he wondered what time it was.
Suddenly, he felt the tickle again and looking down saw a mane of lovely, luscious brunette hair resting just below his chest. He smiled and stretched languidly. He couldn't remember last night and it wasn't like him to stay this late with a woman but he was itching to bury his fingers in her hair. His stretch caused her to do the same and she made the sweetest noise that went straight to his groin.
She turned her face and kissed him just below his belly button and he gave into the urge and let his fingers run through her hair. It was soft and smelled amazing. His actions caused her to moan and the sound went right through him.
"You're going to need to get up sleepy head or you're going to be late," her husky voice said as she nuzzled his lower belly again. He wondered if she knew she was driving him crazy. He opened his mouth to make another suggestion for what they could be doing instead when she lifted her head and looked up at him. Familiar dark eyes smiled up at him. His breath caught in his throat and he froze.
What was he doing in bed with Amanda King? He wondered.
The last thing he remembered was….what was the last thing he remembered? He thought. The last time he'd seen her was on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial until...until Billy asked for his help and she clobbered him over the head in her kitchen.
He watched slacked jawed as she flung back the covers and exposed herself and stood up. Her perky, bare backside causing him to choke on the breath he couldn't take. She grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself as she moved to a door across the room.
"Amanda," he finally gasped out in shock. He couldn't remember a damn thing it was disorienting. He sat up quickly, he was in bed…in a bedroom he didn't recognize- he lifted the sheet that was covering him- naked.
"Oh and," his eyes shot to her, she dropped the sides of her robe as she turned back to him, "I don't think you ever locked the door last night," she laughed as she let the robe slide down her body to the floor- God! He momentarily forgot they were both naked- he looked away quickly embarrassed, "you should lock it or get dressed, we're bound to have company any minute," he looked back at her face in horror. Company? She didn't seem to notice his panic, she simply disappeared through the doorway to the attached bathroom. Moments later he heard the shower start.
He sat frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do before jumping out of the bed quickly as if it were on fire. He looked around, finding a pair of boxers on the floor he quickly snatched them, shoved his legs in and pulled them up.
"Lee?" she called out not waiting for him to answer, "Everything OK?"
"Uh," he called back, his voice shaky, "uhm…" still desperately looking for his pants. 'Way to stay calm, Scarecrow,' he thought. He needed to pull himself together.
"Are you still mad that I won fair and square?" she called then, she pulled the curtain back not bothering to hide her body, "you could always jump in here with me and we could go another round. You could try again," she teased with a raised brow.
He rubbed his hand over his forehead, "Uh, what?" he said, his voice still a few octaves too high.
She closed the curtain in a huff, "fine but don't say I didn't offer."
He felt a vein throbbing in his head and his heart was beating out of time. He wasn't sure if he was having a panic attack or a stroke, "what the hell is happening," he muttered, looking around the room both for some clothes and any clues to explain what was going on
On the dresser sat several photos of Amanda and himself that he knew he never sat for. "Oh no," he mumbled breathlessly. Were they undercover together? No, that didn't seem to be it. He picked on one up, it sure looked like a wedding photo, and there was another of the both of them, him holding a baby, "stroke," he muttered, "definitely a stroke." He had to get out of there, He rubbed a hand over his forehead again trying to make sense of it when suddenly the door burst open and small body collided with his leg. He looked down at the small child and back to the picture on the dresser, "oh no," he mumbled.
"He's stinky," another voice said from the doorway. A young girl stood there in her pajamas. She looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't place her. Dark blonde hair, hazel eye's maybe four or five.
"Sti-stinky?" he said in confusion, looking down at the child wrapped around his leg. His hair was blonde also but a little lighter, his eyes were also hazel but a bit darker and he was maybe about two. The child smiled up at him and giggled.
"Well, Mommy doesn't like it when I say poopy," she giggled at the bad word, "He needs to be changed," the girl said in clarification. She huffed when he just stared at her, "his diaper daddy," the girl said haughtily. He looked back down at the little boy.
"Diaper," he whispered. He realized the shower had stopped and he could see Amanda through the doorway, towel wrapped around her, she was brushing her teeth, "uh, A-Amanda," he said unevenly. His voice cracked as though he were going through puberty.