The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

55

I woke up with myself being pampered with feather light kisses. As lovely as it felt, I wasn't quite ready to wake up yet.

And surely that teeny tiny fact of wanting a little more sleep made me mumble out a non-coherent sound of complete annoyance.

"Sweetheart." I heard Angelo coo from wherever he was, still peppering whatever exposed skin of mine with tingling kisses.

Kisses that shot down tingles all the way down to my toes and rattle around my stomach like pennies.

"It's time get up, sweetness." He whispered.

His cold hand on my skin now. Caressing my stomach with his rough knuckles. Softly and oh so sweetly dragging out my absolute and continuous need for him and his touch.

"What time is it?" I whimpered, pulling the slipped off blanket over me once again. Covering my exposed shoulders from the early morning chill of the changing weather.

I really don't want to get sick right now. I vow to stay in bed until the weather warms up a little.

"Nine." Angelo replies placing yet another open mouthed kiss on my shoulder. "Late enough?"

"It's cold."

"No, it's not baby." He reassures. "It's not at all cold."

"It is." I yawn. "Go back to sleep yourself. And let me be. Please."

"I leave in fifteen minutes, tadpole." He sighs. "Breakfast's on the table. Make sure to eat. Alright?"

"Humph."

"I'll see you for dinner." He says finally and with another kiss pressed against my temple, I feel him loosing his hold on me.

God, how can anyone be so active in such cold? I wondered as I peaked an eye open. Angelo had already rounded the bed. Today dressed in a grey pinstriped two piece suit and was in the process of drawing the blinds over the big windows to block out the cold morning air and sunlight.

With a smile, I snuggled back to the sheets once again as I heard the fain sound of the door shut close.

It was much later, after Angelo had left the house when I woke up and stretched. Eleven on the clock and dogs barking outside the bedroom door made me sigh.

Usually, I don't sleep so late but then again all the crying last night mixed with the train journey the nights before had me tired out.

Dragging a hand through my messed up hair, I  laid on the bed for a good minute hearing the dogs bark outside the door.

Hoping for them to subside down would be hoping too much.

Knowing that I had to get up. If not for myself but for the hungry fur boys who were pounding on my door while I enjoyed some really good sleep. They were up and they were hungry.