Twenty Four Hours

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Pathetic. Is what I am.

Just, pathetic.

Prescott thought so too. Even though he did nothing but pull me closer as I cried into his chest.

Yes, cried.

Cried because for the first time in forever, I woke up wrapped in someone's arms.

Prescott had unconsciously pulled me closer as I tried to move, tucking my head into his chest and mumbled "Don't go" in his sleep. And that's all it took.

For once in my life I felt like someone wanted me as I was, even though he didn't, I let myself believe he did.

"Shh. I don't know why you're crying beau. But if you want me to leave I will. I'll refund you too."

"You said no refunds." I sniffed, looking up at him through my lashes, a small pout on my lips.

"Well, I'm supposed to be here to make you feel better. Whether its about yourself or to give you the orgasm of your life. You're crying, so clearly I haven't done my job, so I guess I should refund you." He said softly, his large hand caressing my head.

"No!" I rushed, climbing on top of him as he tried to get off the bed. "You did your job, very well. So well. That's why I started crying, I just- I felt good. Really good."

He looked up at me, as if searching for the truth in my words. I gave him what I hope was a sincere look, which seemed to work, as he ran his large hands along back, then grabbed my hips.

"Why do women always wanna talk in this position?" He asked, gently caressing my thighs.

I blushed, hiding my face in my shoulder, "Sorry." I mumbled, trying to get off him.

"Unless you're getting off to make me breakfast, you're not going anywhere Missy." He said pointing a finger at me.

I rolled my eyes, giggling before biting his finger.

I expected him to pull it away, but he didn't.

My smile slowly faded as my eyes met his. His stare was intense and honestly a little intimidating.

Our eyes remained connected as his other fingers grabbed my jaw, his index finger remaining at my lips.

It traced my lips gently before he slid it into my mouth. I made no move beside opening my mouth a little.

I'd never had this done to me before. I didn't know why he was doing it, or why I was wet because of it.

As his finger inched into my mouth I closed my lips around it, sucking gently.

He exhaled shakily, smiling before pulling his finger from my mouth.

I would clench my thighs if I could, I hoped though that he couldn't feel my quivers.

"What-ehem- What do you want for breakfast?" I asked, now staring at his chest, unable to make eye contact.

"You." He said in a husky voice.

I flushed, "I- I'm serious Prescott."

He looked at me for a long time, simply staring at me before he replied. "Pancakes. Pancakes and bacon."

"Pancakes and bacon? Of all things- and combinations." I said making a face.

"Hey. PnB is a balanced breakfast." He scolded playfully.

I chuckled, climbing off of him. I reached onto the nightstand for my glasses before making my way to the kitchen.

"Follow me if you want food."