The Night School [GxG] [First Draft Edition]

Chapter Seventy : Haze

I could get used to it, waking up with someone else in my bed. Waking up exhausted and satisfied with the physical exertion of the night prior. It wasn't often my muscles ached, although I assumed that was because I'd never used the muscles which were vital last night before now.

Last night was definitely an experience. The one orgasm I felt was a pleasure I'd never imagined possible before. And Grace was a sight (as well as a multitude of other senses) that I thoroughly enjoyed. She was definitely something as well. She's lost consciousness before I was tired, but I admittedly expected no less. Once she'd blacked out I took it upon myself to blow out each of my candles and pull the blankets up over her because I knew she'd be cold. I'm not really sure why I did it, but I did.

I was also, in truth, awake hours before I felt Grace stir. Megan had gotten the both of us a day off for our birthday, so I, feeling unusually lazy, took the chance to explore the interesting human. Not like I hadn't before, but there is always something different about Grace each time I look to understand her. This time, it was how she kept whimpering whenever I'd move away from her (and I did so for the sole purpose of evoking the sound from her. It made my chest warm. It made me smile.) and when she realized I'd moved, she'd try and nuzzle her way around until she found me and wrapped her arms around my hips to pull me back. Clingy thing, she was. And I did rather enjoy the attention.

"Morning, baby..." The brunette murmured after my lounging around for god knows how long.

It was at that point I decided to play another small game with her, feigning a tired limb as I dragged my hand to her warm breast and squeezed it. I absolutely couldn't make sense of the draw I had to her naked body, especially, oddly, her breasts; they in particular were one of my favorite locations on her. Her back, and nape among the others.

"Morning." I showed her a small half smile. There was something about her waking up to me that held an allure. I wanted to be the first thing she had in the morning. I wanted to be it all for her. Of course, even after months of racking my brain I've yet to figure out why exactly the girl is of such value to me.

"Zel, stop it, I'm too sore for another round." Grace giggled, stretching her back slightly, making her tender chest press deeper into my palm, reminding me that I was present in a moment.

"I'm sure." I licked my lips, sitting up on my elbows, withdrawing my hand. "You passed out last night." I smirked at her. Something flickered in her eyes, something that set my stomach off in a way that I strangely didn't hate.

"Because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself!" She pouted, bringing her lips to mine. "I, unlike you, am only human. I get tired." She put a hand to my jaw and massaged the skin there, her deep brown eyes running over me. Her eyes are also something foreign to me. My kind always have solid colored, vivid eyes; green, blue, gray, even orange and purple on rare occasion, but brown is a very human color. Brown is the human default. Grace is by all means a basic human female. Yet, for some reason, there is a chemistry to us that I could not have predicted.

I was brought out of thought by the silence. Silence was not good. Grace did not like silence, she was not quiet unless alternatively motivated. From the looks of it this time, the motive was deep thought.

"Grace?" I shaped my expression into worry. She smiled at me for a second and then spoke.

"I love you, baby..." What?! She didn't seem to know she'd spoken. Love?! She can't be in love with me! I felt familiar symptoms of a temper flare building in me, the confusion especially. My stomach and chest were acting stranger than usual, my heart rate sped, throbbing in my throat.