They are awoken by his cell phone ringing. She stirs slowly hearing him flip open the offending object, barking down the receiver to the poor soul on the other end. During their slumber they settled facing away from one another, back-to-back but over the course of the night, he has ended up on his back, a hand draped over her hip. The feeling of his hand, warm and heavy. Glancing over at her clock on the bedside table, she takes in the glowing red numbers, rubbing sleep from her tired eyes. She turns over slowly, his hand raising from her, not breaking his stride in the conversation. She takes in his hand, hovering in the air for a millisecond until she settles back down to face him, his hand then crashing down to land on the new bony protrusion presented to him. His thumb rubs the cotton of her pyjamas, a soothing and slightly erotic feeling. He sighs, bringing the cell phone to his chest, snapped shut, blocking out anyone else who dare try to get a hold of him.
'Everything ok?'
'I gotta go. 419 at Circus Circus.' He rubs his face violently. She sits up, half leaning over him.
'You've had three hours max. Can't someone else go?' A hand delicately levelled on his chest, holding him down, reluctant to let him leave, incase this is it. His head clears, the fog lifts and he comes to realise how fucked up this actually is and what a massive mistake he has made.
'I'm sorry honey. I'll go. Get the prelim done and pass it off onto swing.' He sits up, pushing her backwards. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he drops his head forwards, broad back showing signs of exhaustion. Sara curls her legs under herself and kneels behind him, resting her forearms over his shoulders before pulling back, leaving her hands anchored on him.
'Then go home and get some rest… Please?' His hands raise slowly, calculating their next move when he grips her hands from his shoulders, worry courses through her, was this too much. Yes, they had embraced one another but has she overstepped a line? He was obviously angry when he answered his phone, is that anger still there? Instead, his hands pull hers down so her body gently knocks into his. He crosses her hands over, so they rest on his chest and tilts his head to the side to kiss her arm slowly, carefully. Lips tingling her skin, he whispers.
'Can I come back?' He peppers her skin with small, adorable kisses whilst she leans down to rest her face in his neck. His hair tickling her skin.
'I suppose that would be ok.' She rolls her lips across his skin, rubbing them on his neck below his ear. He pats her hands twice then moves to stand as she falls gracefully backwards onto the bed, whipping her legs out from underneath her behind to stretch out across the now semi vacant bed, pointing in his direction. He turns, starting at her feet, his eyes burning a trail up her legs, over her abdomen, chest, neck, lips, nose, eyes.
'I don't want to go.' He chuckles, their eyes fastened on one another. She purses her lips, shaking her head, brunette wavy hair teasing her shoulders.
'So don't.' She quirks her head at him and smiles. He holds his breath, then steps forward, his left knee coming to rest at the side of her leg. He reaches over, aiming for her hand, pulling her up to a sitting position, as he pushes off the bed to stand, both feet firmly back on the floor. He drops her hand, it coming to rest in her lap.
'Can I bring some food. Maybe we can eat before we get some more sleep?' He picks his cell phone up from next to her hip, pocketing it. She nods, watching his every move.
'Sounds good.' They stay still for a few moments. He breaks the eye contact and looks down.
'I gotta go.'
'You said that already… But here you still are.' She comes to stand in front of him. Pushing her hands around his waist, coming to lock around his back. Raising an eyebrow, questioning she snaps forward, placing a quick kiss on his lips, he reciprocates eagerly. A very small whimper falls from his lips as she pulls back. 'You ok to see yourself out?' He nods.
'Bye.'
'Bye.'
