The Morning After
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Waking up the morning after was never like they showed it in
the movies. The reality was altogether a messier affair. Sheets clung uncomfortably
in crevices, your bodies draped unceremoniously over one another, and a sweaty
humidity still lingered in the air.
Jay was lightly snoring next to you. The scattered bits of sunlight that peaked through your bedroom curtains showed the stubble that lined his jaw. He looked almost innocent and you had to fight the impulse to kiss him.
How does he always manage to look so handsome?
You rolled over to check your phone that was charging on the bedside table. No new messages. A yawn escaped as you stretched your stiff muscles and wiped the sleep away from your eyes. Looking back over your shoulder to make sure Jay was still asleep, you went to wash yourself off in the bathroom. But his arm was pulling you back against him by your hips before your feet could touch the floor.
“Leaving me already?”
“Afraid I won’t come back?”
His face was nuzzled against the nape of your neck and you could feel his smile spread at your response.
“So feisty,” he teased, his hand shamelessly groping your ass. “But I haven’t given you permission to leave this bed. I’m not done having fun with you yet.”
“I feel gross, Jay. Let me go take a shower.”
His grip around you tightened in defiance when you tried to struggle free and you turned around to glare at him.
“You have to say the magic word first.”
“What are you? My mother?”
“Well if I remember last night I was your d-”
“Don’t remind me,” you groaned as you buried your face in the pillow. “It was a momentary lapse.”
His chest shook you as he chuckled and he leaned down to kiss the top of your head that was still exposed.
“I like your ‘momentary lapses.’”
He reached for your leg to lay it over his hip and your muscles clenched in anticipation. Jay smirked when he noticed your back arching at his touch. He loved how malleable you were in his hands. That just a simple touch could make you so willing. It was an affect he had on you that he would never be tired of. He leaned closer to you so that he could nibble your earlobe.
“Your legs are like sandpaper, babe.”
You slapped him playfully on the chest before breaking free from his grip. He scrambled after you, the two of you tumbling across the bed in a mixture of limbs and laughter until Jay had you pinned underneath him. His eyes gazed fondly down at you as he swept a rogue strand of hair from your face. You rose up to meet his kiss and he shifted his weight to his elbows so that he could support your head. It left you with a sense of pride that you could still taste yourself on his lips.
“But seriously, babe. How are you feeling this morning?”
“I’m not even sore actually.”
He arched one of his eyebrows down at you as if your words were a challenge.
“I’ll have to fix that.”