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The first 9 hours
Hours 1 to 8 were spent sleeping. Dang. She promised me 72 hours of us, in an intimate way and we spent the first eight hours sleeping. Really. In his sinfully luxurious bed, wrapped in each other's arms, wearing nothing but boxers (how did I ever fall asleep with her wearing only my boxers? In all the scenarios I pictured her wearing that to bed we never got to the actually sleeping part…)
Waking up next to her is, after holding Alexis for the first time, the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. To see her smile broadening just at the sight of my face was enough to make me forget the whole naked-not sweating-just cuddling-in bed thing. And my reaction to that smile alone made me realize I was doomed. Don't get me wrong, being in love is not bad. But knowing that all she has to do is smile to get me doing or forgetting things is an eye opener.
I'm going to need to work really hard not to let her move us to India o Timbuktu. And then she frowns at my silence and I suddenly wouldn't mind moving to India.
I give her my greatest- although still groggy smile- and kiss that frown away. A whole bunch of sweet, butterfly kisses and some skimo-like nose brushings after we are disgustingly smiling at each other and I just know we are going to be even more sickening than Ryan and Jenny. And then she turns me on my back, slides over me and gives me this beautiful open mouth kiss in that sensitive place were my neck meets my shoulder and suddenly I have this feeling that I might lose my head and never worry about it.
She pulls up a little bit to look at me all mindful and shy and once again, she erases my last thought: I don't wanna loose my head if that means I lose my sight and my ability to see that smile! (God! That sounded whinny even in my head!).
And once again, my silence gives away to that beautiful sexy frown. C'mon Ricky boy, time to stop the introspection…
"How did I get so lucky? After everything we've done, said and hidden from each other, how did I get to wake up with you in my arms?" I run my hands through her back and something doesn't feel right. Why does she have bumps on her back…?
"Are you always this deep after a full night of sleep? Because if you are I'm going to need an intravenous coffee fix as a part of my beauty sleep…Here I am, being truthful to my words of no restrictions in the touching and exploring this morning and you bring our entire history up?"
Yep, the banter is still full force. And there is something else in her voice. As if she was getting ready to pull the walls up and get into a breaking point fight (and I had no intention in starting one of those what so ever).
"No Kate, what I meant was 'I'm so glad to have you here, why the hell did we let all that bullshit stop us'. I know we weren't ready before, and that a relationship based on lies is doomed from the beginning. But is it wrong for me to voice my wishful thinking? I know we had to travel this road to get here, but the fact that we actually got here, to the whole waking up together, happy and horny and sweet is just amazing and I love us more for what we've invested to get here!"
She pulls her weight up with her hands and looks at me, trying to sense the truth to my words and I risk a peek to her front and what I see there is enough to pull all my senses into a warning signal, red, shiny and loud. "What the hell Kate? Did you fall off the roof or something?"
She looks down at her front and she's not surprised with what she sees. On the contrary, it's as if seeing her front explains something she's feeling and simply says: "Almost".
And my hope of a 72 hours clothes optional festival goes down the drain in that same moment. She gets off my body into the bed and hugs herself to my side. God her breasts are distracting. Reading my mind she asks if she needs to get dressed to get my full attention and sensing my doubt (I am a breast man after all), she grabs our discarded button ups and hands one to me while pulling one over her head.
"Do you really think that matching clothes, all of them mine, is any less distracting?"
And she has the decency to sound doubtful when she says "Yes? My clothes are obviously a lost cause and I really don't want to leave the loft to get different ones…Besides…we were supposed to live a 72 hours festival so you better get used to me in your clothes because that's all I'm intending to wear for the next three days…"
"Don't do that. Don't say things like that when I obviously can't act on the feelings they evoke. The sole idea of having you all to myself for three days makes me want to shed this shirts again and press you to the mattress until the imprint of our body forces me to change the bed all together."
"Is it always going to be with you on top?" Oh you devious sidetracking muse! I'm not letting you reel me into your trap!
With my best I'm-in-bed-with-New-York-finest-and-we-are-wearing-matching-shirts-and boxers-all-of-them-mine-poker-face I say "As long as it ends with me inside of you, I really don't care about who leads in that particular path. But you did ask me to lead us for the next four years…"
"Uhm noooo I asked you to set the pace, but I wouldn't be opposed to the idea of proposing to you if we decide that's in our path and you decide we are in the right place".
"Oh no you won't! I'll let you lead in bed whenever you want, I'll be the one doing the cooking, the grocery shopping and the laundry, but please, pretty please please let me be the man in the proposing field…" And the sound of her laugh is exhilarating!
"Oh you silly man, I love you so much, feminine side and all! Yeah, so you've been following me around and you are in-charge of the food and drinks, you wear silkier underwear than mine and you have more beauty products than half the women in the force, but I still see you as the most amazing man on earth. And your arms make me feel safe in a way no other man ever could and ever will. So, yeah, fine, I'm no good in the kitchen and my groceries are basically milk, eggs and carrots so that's not going to change, but isn't the fact of knowing I'll be counting the minutes until I can have your arms around me proof enough that I'm ready to be what you want- need- me to be?"
"The thing is Kate, I want you, as you are, as you always were. With your flaws, your doubts, your strength. Please, don't make us wait anymore." And I kiss her, hoping I can muster in a kiss all that I'm feeling in this very moment. "Either way, don't change the subject. Did you fall from a building? How did you get all this bruises and why am I only seeing them today?"
"I need a coffee," is her response.
"Ok, coffee, then talk and then a 72 hours clothes optional Castle festival!"
"Castle-Beckett festival medieval teenaged man!"
I give her a goofy grin, an sloppy kiss and we leave the safety of the bed and wander to the kitchen for a much needed breakfast.