Lemon Grass and Sleep

JUST A BIT FURTHER

"Do you mind?" Fred whispered, undoing his own buckle.

"Why would I?" I replied, slurring a bit in my tiredness.

"Well, I don't know, I haven't ever really-"

I eased his concerns by reaching out and pulling his belt off, tossing it over the side of the bed. Fred's eyes went wide as his hands shook by his sides, watching me unbutton his pants and try to pull them down.

"Hey, hey, hey," he hurriedly spoke, grabbing my wrists and holding them at a small distance.

"What's the big deal?" I asked, "You just jerked me off, is there really any boundary left to cross?"

"Well, when you put it like that," he rolled his eyes, "I don't know, it just feels so...intimate."

"Duh," I laughed, "That's what we're doing."

He huffed a frustrated breath out before pulling his pants off, revealing some typical plaid boxers. A fierce blush wrapped itself around his face, but I imagined I didn't look too far off from that as well.

And just like that, his arrogance seemed to mask itself over him as he crawled back onto the bed, sliding his leg between mine and placing a kiss on my neck.

"I was wondering if we could cross another boundary," he whispered into my ear, pulling back to see my reaction.

"Another boundary?" I asked with confusion lacing my voice. "What's that?"

"I don't really know how to say it without sounding gross," he said sheepishly, placing a hand underneath my thigh and lifting up. All I could focus on was his boner pressing into me, like a tease.

"Oh," my mind finally caught up to his, "Do you mean-"

"Yes," he grimaced, "I hate the word, it sounds gross."

"I mean," I felt myself blush in humiliation, "If you came...prepared, then I don't see why not."

"I did," he mumbled, refusing to look me in the eye.

Maybe it wasn't really the time for it, but I couldn't stifle my laughter. Giggles bubbled up out of me and I tried to cover them up with my hand to no avail. Fred made an annoyed face as he climbed off of me and walked over to our discarded satchels.

As my laughter died out, the drowsiness taunted me, pulling me further into the red duvet and daring me to stay awake. It grasped at my eyelids and whispered promises in my ears as Fred's form was shrouded in darkness and grew blurry as my eyes closed.

"Hey, did you fall asleep?" I heard Fred mutter, and the sound of the curtains closing.

My eyes slid open slightly, just enough to see that the curtains made the room surprisingly darker. Fred stood between my knees, leaning against the bed as he fiddled with a small bottle.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I murmured, watching the cap pop open.

"Hah, that's funny," he replied just as quietly. "Would you rather take these off, or do I get the honors?"

"Mm," it was a little humiliating, but I didn't have the energy to lean up again. "Go ahead."

He didn't seem to expect that response, fumbling with the bottle as he snapped it shut and tossed it on the bed beside me.

"Uh," he faltered as I raised up my legs to slide them all the way off.

"Mm?"

"Pardon me," he murmured, sliding himself between my legs as he got on the bed, pulling my thighs up and letting the bottom half of me rest on him. "You've got to be propped up so I can...see."