She's Not Afraid

We both woke up hungover. James was sprawled on the couch while I found comfort in the corner by the window.

Seeing who can drink the most alcohol probably wasn't the best idea.

"Hey. Wake up." I crawled over to James, his arms shielding all light coming from outside.

"Sleep. I must sleep." He mumbled, his voice hoarse.

"Nealer. If you don't get up now, you'll never fuck me." James sprung up, his hair a hot mess.

"Lets do it." He sounded like a little kid, so happy and ready to go.

"I was joking." I contort my back, twisting my muscles which instantly relaxed them.

"Pfft. Looks like you're the one needing a massage this morning. Come here." He patted the carpet between his legs. I scooted myself between them, his legs engulfing my small frame.

"Ever massage anyone before?"

"Only after sex." He laughed. His hands grabbed my shoulders and his thumbs started working my trapezius muscle. I let out a small yelp.

"You're really tense. I promise I won't hurt you." His hands moved up, down and across my shoulders. He knew how to put those hands to good use. I could feel just how tense my muscles were and he touched all the right spots.

"Jesus......" I moaned. A lot of people are surprised that in my line of work, I've never had an actual massage before.
Let alone by someone this good looking.

"Relax Celeste. Let me take care of you like you have been doing for me." His voice was smooth like butter. I was in another world, on cloud nine with the hottest bachelor in Pittsburgh dying to get me naked.

"If you're hands are this good in bed, I might be in trouble..." It just slipped out. That's what happens when I relax too much.

But credit to James, he kept massaging me, though if I looked at him he'd probably be smiling like a little horny teenager.

After pressing his thumb into the base of my neck, making my headache vanish, he was done.

"Feel better?" He placed his hands on my shoulders, his face peering from behind me.

"Much better. I needed that, more than you know."

"I could tell." He stood up, stretching his arms in the air. I looked up at him, seeing his shirt rise with his long arms, revealing a tiny bit of that toned stomach.

"How about breakfast? I could eat a goat right now." He licked his lips with hunger.

"Not sure about the goat part, but breakfast, I'm down. I need to stop by the office to check in for a bit, do you mind?"

James lend me his hands, pulling me up off the couch.

"Not a problem. I have a free day today so, we could hang out if you'd like. After you go to the office of course." His eyes were so blue and welcoming. I could tell there was something dark hidden behind them, something feisty.

"Today's your lucky day, James Neal. You're stuck with me. All day." I nudged him in the side, grabbing my jacket off the floor.
"Awesome. I'm going to make you fall head over heels for me Celeste. Just you wait."

He opened the door, like a gentleman, and we ventured out to reality. One I wasn't quite sure of.

The reality of stepping outside with a Pittsburgh Penguin.

Notes

So sorry for the 5 month hiatus. University got in the way but here I am! Hoping to get back to this regular scheduled chaos in the world of Fanfiction!

Cheers!