Despite not getting to bed until late and having a restless sleep, Saoirse woke up early on Saturday morning in Neil's bed. She lay in the quiet, listening to the Summer birdsong outside. Neil lay sleeping on his stomach beside her, his arms bent at the elbows, his hands under the pillow and his head turned towards her. Saoirse watched him sleeping. His soft ginger curls rested on the pillow and his freckles decorated his face, down his neck, over his shoulders, across his back and down his arms. She smiled to herself.
Saoirse turned over onto her side and Neil stirred awake with a groaning sigh. "Good Morning." she said in a soft sing-song, smiling and stroking his curly hair.
Neil hummed and swallowed, blinking and smiling. "Morning Saoirse." he said softly. "How was the gig last night?" he asked, turning over onto his back, groaning as he stretched and bending his arms up behind his head.
"It was great! They played every song I wanted to hear, the crowd was great, the atmosphere was brilliant. My throat is hoarse from singing along and cheering." she giggled quietly, her face in a beaming smile. "It was amazing, a really, really good night, I loved every second of it." she said. "What?" she asked, realising Neil had turned his head to face her and was smiling at her.
"I love watching you talk about things you love, your whole face lights up. To quote you, it's the definition of happy." he said in his gentle tone. Saoirse bowed her head into the pillow slightly and smiled shyly at him. He leaned over and kissed her. "What time did you get in at?" he asked.
She shrugged and shook her head. "Before midnight I think," she said, turning onto her back again.
"So you didn't turn into a pumpkin then?" he asked, smirking at her.
She giggled, looking at him. "No, I didn't turn into a pumpkin. I had a shower, bummed around then got in to bed at 2am or so."
"Really?" he asked, looking puzzled.
"Well, I was all sweaty and covered in other people's spilled drinks. I'm always buzzing and a bit restless when I get home from a gig anyway. I can't go to bed straight away." she said quietly, looking at him. "Plus, I just wasn't feeling very well."
"I meant cos I didn't hear you." he said, stretching and yawning.
"I showered in the main bathroom so I wouldn't wake you." she cooed, smiling and stroking his beard slowly with the back of her hand. Neil kissed her hand. "So I made a cuppa and watched random shit on the telly." Neil frowned, raised his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, implying he hadn't heard anything. "It's only you that makes so much noise that it sounds like an octopus burgling the place!" she teased.
Neil chuckled and jabbed her shoulder with his finger. "Hey! You'd love me to have 8 tentacles. Don't even try to deny it!" he joked.
Saoirse pouted. "Thanks but no, I'm good." she said sarcastically. "Eugh...I just remembered... oh man, I had such a weird dream last night." she said, suddenly remembering and putting her hand on her forehead.
"Go on," Neil said, nudging her softly. "Your weird dreams are always really good." he sniggered excitedly.
"See the last time I gave you a blow job?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. "Was it alright?" she asked, wincing and scrunching up her face.
His eyes darted towards her and he frowned. "Errrmmm... what?!" he laughed nervously. "Nah, I think 'alright' is a bit of a weird way to describe it." Neil said.
"Was it terrible?" she asked, her eyes widened.
Neil's head jerked quickly round, he shook his head and bowed it briefly. "No, Saoirse, it definitely wasn't terrible. What the fuck was your dream about?" he asked. "On second thoughts maybe I don't want to know!" he laughed, looking at her.
She shrugged and laughed. "I dreamt I was giving someone a blow job and I was..." she started.
"Whoa...SOMEONE?!" Neil interrupted, putting his hand up. Saoirse shrugged and pursed her lips trying to hide a smile. "Not me then? So you sucked some other guy's cock? OK." he asked calmly. "Who was it? Who needs hit?" he asked in an intently mocking tone.
"Neil, I'm flattered that you would hit someone for me," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "But I'm a pacifist..."
"Yeah and I'mma pass-a-fist across his face!" Neil interrupted, punching the air in a left hook. Saoirse and Neil both laughed.
"Will you let me speak, please!" Saoirse laughed, laying her arm backwards across his chest. "I don't know who it was... just a guy. Just a dick really since I couldn't see his face cos it was blurry and he didn't speak." she shrugged. "I was really distracted by this sudden anxiety of how big it was and panicking how I would fit it in my mouth and then while it was in my mouth, I was freaking myself out thinking 'I bet this is terrible', 'he must be wondering what the fuck I'm doing', 'why is it suddenly I don't know what to do', and that sort of thing. It was very weird." she said frantically, shaking her head and clutching her hands to her chest.
She glanced at Neil who was staring at her. "Errrmm...TAXI!..." he shouted. They both laughed. "Why were you dreaming about sucking some random dude's dick?" he asked.
Saoirse shrugged and frowned. "I've had sex dreams before but it wasn't a sex dream. I wouldn't even call it a dream, more like a nightmare. I was having BJ anxiety!" she said, throwing her arms out above her head. "Like nearly a full on panic attack... He didn't even have a nice dick, as if there's even such a thing!" she exclaimed, sitting up slightly and turning towards Neil. "It was nothing like yours, it was really...rigid and... dry?!...and circumcised...it was horrible!" she grimaced, shaking her head.
"I don't want to know about his dick, Saoirse!" Neil said with a laugh, scrunching up his eyes. "Tell me more about the sex dreams though." he said in a low tone.
Saoirse tutted and waved her hand, dismissing him. "I just mean, it wasn't that I liked this guy and was sucking his dick because I liked him or I wanted to. I hated it all... nothing lead up to it, we were just there and I felt awful and then it ended." she said, trying to justify herself.
"The dream or the blow job?" he asked with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes. "The dream!" she said, matter-of-factly. "His dick was in my mouth, I was panicking, the end!" she said, getting agitated. "Now I'm worried next time I give you a blow job I'm gonna have mad anxiety or a panic attack!" she blushed.
"Nah, you're gonna give yourself a complex... you're gonna give me a complex!" Neil said, sniggering and looking at her with disbelief.
"I didn't cheat on you in the dream, it wasn't like that. I don't know what it was about. It was horrible and I didn't like it. I felt really vulnerable." she said, panicked.
Neil shook his head. "I know, I know. That's not what I mean." he said reassuringly. "You're going to start making an issue where there isn't one. You don't need to have any worries about blow jobs or anything else." he said. "Trust me, Saoirse. You don't need to worry!" he smirked. "Do you feel like that with me? Is that it?" he asked softly as he bundled the duvet round them and cuddled her.
Saoirse shook her head and swallowed hard. "No, not at all. I don't know why I'm getting so concerned about it. It was only a stupid dream." she said quietly as Neil quickly kissed her forehead.
"It's not about what happened in the dream though, it's about how you felt." he said, looking at her as she leaned up on her elbows beside him.
"Really not at all. I trust you, Neil and if I felt vulnerable or unsure I would tell you or ask you." she shrugged, leaning her chin on her hand.
Neil bent his arms behind his head again. "Yeah, you're really open about stuff, you do say if there's something. You're always honest." he said softly, thinking.
"Is there anything you feel anxious about?" she asked softly, looking at him.
Neil shrugged and looked at the ceiling. "Ah I've anxiety about a lot of different things, Saoirse." he said dismissively. "What happened yesterday that might've led to your dream?" he asked, looking at her. He watched her face as she thought, her eyes flicking back and forth remembering the details of the day before.