More Than That

Chapter 45

Fred awoke slowly on Sunday morning, the light yellow sunlight flooding through the crack in the curtains to poke and prod at his eyelids until he came to. He smiled as he rubbed his eyes to make the blurriness go away, remembering the events of the night before.

After a very long night of love-making -- yes, he was going to call in love-making now that he could -- they'd collapsed in a naked, sweaty heap in the middle of the bed. Sage was in one of her favorite positions - her entire body draped on top of him with one knee crooked upwards and the other leg straight, her arms somehow wedged underneath his body so that she could hug him. Her cheek was pressed against his bare chest which resulted in the rest of her frowning face being smushed a bit while she let out tiny puffs of air.

They'd christened practically the entire place on their last night, swept up with their confessions of love and the knowledge that it was the last night they would be completely alone, so he couldn't blame her for sleeping in a bit.

They'd fucked in the hot tub, then on the kitchen counter after indulging in some naked ice cream eating, then on the couch, then in the shower, then in the bed, and then they finished off their night with another final round underneath the covers, slow and sweet and with their lips never detaching. The night was perfect, even if his dick was a bit sore.

He checked the clock and saw that it was already 9:30, so he started to thread his fingers through Sage's hair in hopes that she would slowly wake up soon.

"Mmph," she mumbled with her lips pressed against his chest, still half-asleep by the looks of it.

He chuckled and bent his neck at an awkward angle to press a kiss to the top of her head.

"Mmm," she hummed again and lifted her head to look up at him with her chin resting on his chest. She looked confused for a moment, her brows furrowed, and then the look turned grumpy, her brows furrowing more. She buried her head back into his chest, not moving after that.

"Sage," Fred said softly.

"No."

He laughed confusedly. "What?".

"I'm not up."

He laughed again, moving his hand down to stroke along her bare back. "I think you are. Why don't I go make us some breakfast, hm?".

"No," Sage said and scooted further up his body, obviously trying to keep him in place. "Neither of us are awake. Go back to sleep."

"Why?".

Sage huffed exasperatedly and propped her chin on his chest again, looking very angry that she actually had to give in and wake up. "Because if we get up it means we have to leave. Let's go back to sleep and pretend that we'll live here forever."

Fred laughed loudly, so much so that he could feel his chest rumble beneath Sage. "You are so cute, you know that?". Sage huffed again. "We have to leave at eleven anyway, why not go get another hour here instead of laying in bed?".

Sage seemed to ponder this for a moment and eventually nodded. She rolled off of his chest onto her back, giving Fred permission to go make breakfast, uncaring of her exposed chest. She flopped an arm over her face so that it shielded her eyes from the light and turned her head back to the side, looking like she was about to go back to sleep.

Fred couldn't help but stare for a moment before he could leave the room. His eyes trailed over the parts of her body that weren't covered by the sheet, her bare skin smooth and exposed just for him. She was just so perfect, he felt like he never just sat and appreciated her enough. The white sheet covered most of her lower half, leaving only a mouth-watering peek of the top of what lay between her legs. Her stomach stretched in the position that she laid in, her belly button now a little vertical line that pointed up towards her breasts that looked to fall to the sides of her chest a bit with gravity. He hadn't been planning to look at her for as long as he did, but he found himself unable to pull his eyes away from her enticing golden skin. He'd never get bored of her, never lose the drunken feeling that came with drinking in the vision that was Sage.