Twenty Questions Sequel

3

I know I said Sunday but I caved and I'd say this chapter is mildly M-rated.

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Waking up the next day was harder than usual. Kate felt sedated, drowsy and, oh so, sore. It wasn't a painful kind of sore, but one you definitely noted and couldn't get rid of. She could feel her whole body singing with what she'd done the evening before, and once or twice during the way too early morning. They'd eaten more of the melted ice cream, it was all dripping but they had both been too aroused to care. She smiled at the memory, pulling up her hand to drowsily rub her eyes to wake up faster. She couldn't feel him in bed with her so she wanted to open her eyes to see if at least his clothes were there. Even though she would never admit to it, it would shake her heart if she found him gone. Opening her eyes slightly she was surprised to see him standing at the end of her bed, his lips pulled up in a stupid grin. It was contagious, she noticed, her lips pulling up as she laid her hand over her eyes to try and get away from the light shining into her bedroom.

"What are you doing?" she questioned, her voice hoarse after their few rounds of moaning and sleep.

"Watching you sleep," he answered honestly and Kate felt her cheeks blush deeply. "Is that creepy?" he asked and she bit her lip, lifting her hand to sneak a peek at him. He'd put on his boxers, hadn't cared for putting on his shirt nor his pants. He looked so handsome.

"A little," she replied and he came closer, walking beside the bed until he could sit down beside her. "Good thing you're cute."

She hadn't really meant for the confession to get out but once it was she didn't hide from his blue gaze. They were gentle and his mouth was pulled up in a big grin, it was making her whole body flush with a warmth she didn't recognize.

"How do you feel?"

She couldn't help but chuckle, which immediately shot a sting of soreness down her body and she shook her head. "I feel great," she told him and he held out his hand in order to stroke back a stray of hair from her face. "And sore."

He chuckled and ran a hand down her naked arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Me too," he said with a grin. "I took the leverage to shower, hope that's okay," he said with a careful look.

"Mhmm," she nodded and bent her arms in order to push herself into a sitting position, her arms singing with exhaustion. The covers slipped off her upper body and she felt a jolt of amusement in her chest when she saw his eyes immediately shoot to her naked breasts. She raked her fingers through her hair before she bent forward the few inches of space between them in order to peck his lips once. Mmm. He smelled of her shampoo, and it was strange how warm and tingly she got at the thought of him in her shower, not hesitating to use the same shampoo and soap that she did. "I should shower too," she mumbled as she pulled away.

He hummed, his eyes opening up to look softly into hers. "You know, I could always help you. Rub soap onto places you can't reach," he suggested and she had to bite her lower lip to not fly at him immediately.

How was he doing that? Conjuring up images that had her insides scream for him, and they'd only just met two days ago. Her belly kept tingling at the thought of the things he could make her feel, like no one had made her feel before.

"I don't know, I think I'm pretty flexible enough to reach everywhere," she teased, trying to keep her grin from showing as his eyes displayed both excitement and disappointment.