(Consider this a recovery from the last chapter. This one is more mush than sex. Just a heads up.)
It was the morning after Marcie's birthday which found us holding each other in bed as the sun cracked through the window. As I felt her stir next to me, I reflected on the night before. I took her to a wonderful Mexican restaurant that we had been to several times. She did have a margarita as was expected which resulted in a passionate night. I started smiling as I remembered before I heard her whisper next to me.
"Mine!"
The one feeling I feel in my chest that never gets old is that melty feeling. It had been very difficult over the years to allow someone to be close enough for me to feel vulnerable. One reason why Missy was able to get close was because she had the drive to crack that shell. Marcie did it just by being her. I think it is one reason why she had helped me open more to my coworkers because of it. The way she said what she just said melted me completely. I felt like I was completely hers.
It was when she started rubbing my chest that I turned to see her sparkling sleepy eyes. I love looking into her eyes. There is comfort when I do. There is a drawing in that I never tire of. It was this drawing in that brought our lips closer until we kissed. It wasn't one of those passionate ones which take forever. It was more of the touching so we connect type. I didn't want time to keep going at that moment. It was when we separated that it started again.
"Good morning, baby," she whispered.
"It is because you're in it," I replied.
We snuggled for a while, not wanting to get moving. It did feel like a slow morning. When we slipped out of bed, we both grabbed some robes and walked into the kitchen for coffee. We then adjourned to the living room to sit on the couch. As we sat there, she grabbed her tablet to start playing her RPG game. I watched the way she was working through the various scenarios. I just sat there watching her. It is moments like that which I treasure. It didn't take long until she noticed me watching.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm good, why?"
"You haven't touched your laptop."