Christian woke early the next morning thanks to his morning wood pressing painfully against the cage. He rolled out of bed quietly to relieve himself, trying not to wake Elizabeth. When he came back in, he just looked at her for a moment. Her brown hair spilled over the pillow leaving just a sliver of skin, but otherwise she was curled up in the blankets hidden from view.
Instead of getting back in bed, he quietly pulled a pair of grey sweatpants on and slipped out the bedroom door. Downstairs, he put water on to boil and opened his laptop.
By the time Elizabeth came downstairs, he was a thousand words in.
"Morning Sunshine," he said with a grin.
She yawned, her hair in a messy bun and wearing an oversized t-shirt that had seen better days, but gorgeous as always.
"Morning."
"Coffee?" He held out a steaming mug.
She took a sip and sighed in contentment. She took another sip and glanced down at his computer.
"Early start?"
"Got a long way to go," he said. "But somehow, I find myself to a bit more motivated than yesterday."
She smiled and put a hand on the back of his head, scratching his scalp lightly.
"Can't imagine why," she said with a grin. "But I don't want to interrupt the artist at work."
She set her cup down and gently, but firmly gripped his hair and pulled his head back. Her other hand reached down and squeezed the cage through the sweats.
"But don't think I didn't notice that you're wearing some of my favorites. You're lucky I don't take you upstairs with me."
"That seems pretty unlucky to me," he said looked up at her. Long strands of brown hair tickled his cheeks where they'd escaped her bun.
"Maybe if you behave today."
She leaned down and kissed him hard before he could respond. He didn't like the taste of coffee, but when it was on her lips somehow it wasn't so bad.
"Keep going," she whispered. "I'll be back."
She released his head and was gone before he caught his breath.
Shaking his head, he went back to the keyboard, but his brain had a noticeable absence of blood, and the cage was making its presence known.
His second sprint was much less productive, and by the time she got back down, he'd only managed another two hundred words.
His jaw dropped as she came into the kitchen.
She'd traded the oversized shirt for a well fitted black pantsuit. The top had a v cut low cut enough to offer a modest amount of cleavage, but the wide swath of material over each shoulder kept it from being scandalous. Of course, if anyone knew what the key resting over her heart unlocked, scandalous would have been an understatement.
"Morning again, handsome," she purred.
"Morning," he muttered, mouth suddenly dry. "You look nice."
"Thank you," she said walking over to him, her stilettos clicking on the kitchen hardwoods. "I figured I'd go into the office today."
"You are?"
She put her arms around his neck.
"Yeah," she said with a smirk. "Haven't been in awhile, and it's not like you need me here or anything."
One hand slipped from his neck and down to his nipple.
"I'd probably just end up distracting you," she continued, her breath tickling his ear as she rolled his nipple between her fingers.
