I couldn't sleep at all. It was just too hot. Even as a native Texan, this heat was dizzying and uncomfortable, and with a broken air conditioner, I had to rely on the cool air of the night. And on this night in particular, even it was failing me. My eyes stayed open to the darkness and my body continued its shifting even to the point where I had kicked off the sheets. The comforter had long since been discarded to his side of the bed and the sheets soon joined it, leaving me exposed to the faintest breeze from the fan on my side of the bed. But it simply served to blow the hot air around, not cool me.
I sat up in the bed and looked at his peaceful form wrapped in sheets, shaking my head softly whilst musing at how different we were. My legs swung out and to the side before lifting me out of the bed and I walked slowly across the room to the open window, trying not to stir up too much more heat. Upon reaching the window, I stood there, catching minor gusts that barely even rustled the trees outside. So I settled for sitting in the chair and staying awake, getting my tiny bursts of relief every now and again. The amber glow of a street light came in as well, leaving a tiny bit of me exposed to our neighbors across the apartments' courtyard should they be up too.
But of course they wouldn't be awake. They had a working unit.
The light curved with my body, changing my skin from brown to amber while highlighting my chest and my face before fading to nothing where my legs came up to touch the rest of my body. The fan next to me oscillated, helping a bit every few seconds, fluttering my short bangs in the air. Finally, cooler gusts blew in from outside as clouds rolled into town, and I sighed in relief. My head nodded forward onto my knees and I teetered on the edge of consciousness for a moment before I heard the flutter of sheets.
"You're up?" I heard him ask. Even in the darkness, I could see his facial features shift with his question, his face ever expressive. I nodded lazily against my knees and smiled at him, knowing that the light from outside would help him see me. "Come back to bed." I shook my head and wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"It's too hot in the bed. It's cold over here," I muttered, making him nod slowly and get up. His pallid skin was illuminated as he got closer to me, and I realized that he had discarded his boxers before getting in bed. His long lean body was on display for me, and my stomach fluttered and then tightened into knots at the sight of him. There was smooth skin with the tiniest hint of muscular definition, tiny scars from his younger days - although, he wasn't old - as well as moles and freckles that caught my attention. Trimmed chest hair made him feel more refined, despite how his scruffy facial hair made him look sometimes.
He stopped in front of me and leaned down, kissing my forehead before moving lower and kissing my lips. He lingered a breath away from me and I felt his eyes prying into mine. "You're right, it is cooler over here." I nodded again and reached out, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lowered himself to his knees in front of me. I lowered my own knees until my feet touched the floor and he inched closer to me, lips connecting again with hunger. Our breath mixed as our tongues tangled, and his arms slid in between my body and the chair, pulling me out to him until I was just at the edge. He leaned up against me, pressing his chest against mine, moaning softly at the feeling of my breasts. The cooling gusts from outside had hardened my nipples into knots and his hand soon came up to play with one, rolling in between his fingers.
His mouth left mine, roaming down to my neck, just under my chin. A soft sound left my mouth and I wrapped my legs around his body as he nestled closer to me. He sucked gently and grazed his teeth against me a few times before moving lower, lips wrapping delicately about a nipple. His tongue rolled the nubbin and his eyes flicked up to meet mine in the dim light. I pushed his hair away from his face and tangled my own fingers in the thick strands. I lost track of one of his hands for a moment until I felt him brush gently against my mound. His eyes stayed locked on me as I chewed on my lip, and his lips curved in a smile as he plunged a single long digit inside.