I woke up to an empty bed and a sinking feeling in my stomach. I was used to sleeping alone, but after our night of video games and heartfelt conversation, Sidney and I had fallen into my bed. For the second time in only months, I slept peacefully beside him. The warmth of his body protecting me from my own insecurities. But when I sat up in the unmade bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I feared that he had been the one to leave early this time. Reluctantly, I slid out of bed and reached for my glasses, resigning myself to the idea that I was alone, that somehow I had scared him off. I’d fallen asleep in the tank top and underwear I’d been wearing the night before, my bra and pants tossed on the floor next to the bed. Suspecting I was alone in the apartment I saw no reason to put them back on. Pulling my hair into a pony tail I opened the door to the living room to find it empty.
“Stupid, stupid girl!” I hissed to myself out loud and flopped down onto the couch. “You should have fucking known,” I sighed and scooped up Luna who was sleeping on the back of the couch, she struggled, but eventually snuggled into my lap. I tried to remember what we’d been talking about before I fell asleep.

After we’d talked about kids and our past relationships, we decided to go to bed. I watched as he took off his shirt and pants, leaving me a perfect view of his bum, covered in the tight fabric of his black boxer briefs. I undid my bra and pulled it from under my top as he watched curiously, and pushed my pants off. He crawled under the covers and I put a mix C.D in the stereo.
“You’re so hot,” he growled, reaching for me. I laughed as he pulled me onto his lap.
“I’m not doing anything,” I cocked my eyebrow and looked at him, trying not to smile. My lips were dangerously close to his and I could feel myself getting turned on.
“You don’t need to do anything,” with his hands on either side of my face, he guided my lips to his. Electricity ran through me as he kissed me gently. His lush lips against mine, his tongue running along my bottom lip then slipping into my mouth. His hands moved under my shirt, making their way to my breasts. I kissed him harder, my teeth grazing his bottom lip, my pelvis pushing into his growing erection.
“Bea?” he pulled his mouth away from mine.
“Hmm?” I responded, my body still pressed against his.
“Are we...uh... listening to One Direction?” he tried to maintain composure, but lost it when I looked at him embarrassed.
“So what if we are?” I blushed, a grin plastered on his face.
“I’m just surprised,” he moved his hands down to my lower back and kissed me cheek. “I didn’t peg you as the type to like boy bands.”
I scowled at him and rested my head on his shoulder.
“Don’t peg me as any type,” I said into his neck, feeling embarrassed and awkward, exhaustion finally hitting me.
“You don’t have to be ashamed,” he laughed, rubbing my back. “You have every right to listen to shitty pop music when you feel like it.”
“I know that,” I wrapped my arms around his torso, hugging him closer to me. “Besides, you’re the grown man who could identify them. It wasn’t even a popular song.” I laughed, pressing my lips against his neck. He groaned and flipped us over in one quick motion so my back was against the mattress and he hovered over me.
“Sure,” he smirked and kissed me again, nudging my legs apart and leaning into me. I felt his hard-on against my sensitive core, the fabric of our underwear keeping us apart. He kissed his way to my neck, sucking lightly on the thin skin and his hand gently stroked the surface of my stomach. I let out a soft moan as he nipped at my collarbones, a moan that was unfortunately followed by a yawn. I wanted desperately to be with him, but my eyelids were heavy and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to sleep.
“I’m sorry,” I smiled apologetically when he looked up at me amused.
“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” He kissed my cheek and moved so he was laying beside me.
“I didn’t even play. I have no idea how you have so much energy.” I rest my head against his chest and took his hand in mine.
“I don’t think it’s energy,” he yawned. “Just excitement from being with you all night.”
I couldn’t help but smile knowing I had that effect on him. We fell asleep wrapped up in each other and talking about the schedule for the rest of the month. I slept well, comforted by the knowledge that he was near.

“It must have been the Millie stuff, I’m such a dummy.” I said to Luna, stroking between her ears. She purred and her whiskers twitched.
“Who are you talking to?” A deep voice behind me startled me, disturbing Luna from her slumber. I turned around to find Sid behind me, his hair wet and a towel slung low around his hips. I grinned at him and leaned over the back of the couch, wrapping my arms around him. He smelt fresh and clean, vaguely like the vanilla body wash I used, but still like him.
“Good morning,” I kissed him lightly, trying to hide my joy. I had never been so happy to be wrong in my life.
“Good morning to you,” he put his hands on my lower back and pulled me against him. “You thought I’d left didn’t you?” He looked down at me seriously.
“Maybe a little,” I bit my lip, still smiling.
“I just didn’t want to wake you, you looked to sweet,” he ran his hand over the top of my hair, smoothing it affectionately. “You’re the one who leaves in the morning without telling anyone,” He kissed my nose and grinned.
I scowled at him and swatted his shoulder playfully.

We went back to my room to get dressed. I skipped showering knowing it would take too long for my hair to dry. I was rummaging through my closet when he dropped his towel. Finding the dress I’d been looking for, I pulled it from the hanger and turned around to find myself face to face with his naked body. I’d seen him naked before, but not in the daylight, not with beads of water dripping down his chest.
“Oh boy,” I whispered to myself, my eyes wandering down to his waist. I dropped the dress and climbed across the bed to where he was.
“What are you doing today?” he asked, oblivious to the desire in my eyes.
I ignored his question and pulled his face to mine, kissing him with the same intensity as the night before. Without wasting any time my hand slid down to his already semi erect member. He kissed me back feverishly, his hands beelining for my breasts. I kissed my way down his neck and chest, listening to his breathing get heavier the closer I got to his cock. I kissed a trail from his bellybutton and ran my hand up and down him, earning a moan. I looked up at him seductively, his eyelids were heavy and a grin was plastered to his face. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down to the bed, then got on my knees in front of him. He looked at me slightly shocked.
I bit my lip and looked up at him, pumping his member a few times with my hand and watching his reaction. When I leaned down and took his tip in my mouth he moaned and grabbed the sheets underneath him. Slowly, I took more of him in my mouth and swirled my tongue over the top and round the head. Bobbing my head taking him in and out of my mouth, moving one hand up and down while the other cupped his balls gently, I focused all my attention on making him feel as good as possible. I felt his muscles tighten and a growl escaped from his throat.
“Fuck,” he hissed. I sped up, running my tongue along the sides of his shaft. I squeezed his balls gently and tightened my mouth around him. He threw his head back and I felt him twitch in my mouth, his whole body tightening. His eyes were closed and his teeth on his lips, his fingers digging into the bed under him. He groaned again and I felt him release. I instinctively swallowed and kept going until I was sure he was done.
“What was that for?” his voice cracked, and he looked down at me relaxed.
“No reason,” I crawled on the bed beside him and lay my head on his shoulder. “I just wanted to.” I ran my hand across his chest.
“Is it your turn?” he cocked his eyebrow and kissed me. I swung my leg over his lap and straddled him.
“I like that,” I said between kisses.
He pulled me closer to him and kissed me harder. His hand slipped under the fabric of my underwear, but before he could touch me we were interrupted by my growling stomach.
“I never say no to that. But do you think we could go get breakfast first?” I smiled, sitting back on his thighs.
“That’s a good idea,” he grabbed my bum with both hands and kissed me again, before standing up and letting me slide to the floor. He tapped my bum gently as I walked back towards the closet.
I watched him get dressed while I decided what to wear. The dress I’d originally picked out didn’t give me much protection against the crisp autumn air. As cute as it was I wasn’t in the mood to shiver my way down the streets of Pittsburgh. Hanging it back in the closet I settled on black jeans and an oversized sweater from the men’s department of Macy’s. Paired with my red knitted hat and black lace-up boots I looked sufficiently badass. Sidney sat on the bed waiting for me. At some point before I’d woken up he’d gotten a change of clothes which I assumed were from his car. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt with a zip up hoodie over top. Comfortable and casual. I sat down at my mirror to go through the daily ritual I had dubbed ‘putting my face on’, when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“Why do you do that?” he asked, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
“Do what?” I continued lining my eyes with black eyeliner.
“Wear all that gunk,” he motioned to the bottles and pots spread in front of me.
“Because I like it,” I put the eyeliner down and reached for mascara.
“But you’re pretty without it,” he continued.
“It’s not about that,” I said between swipes of the black volumizing brush. “I know I look find without it. If I didn’t think I was okay bare faced I would have left it on all night so you wouldn’t see me without it.”
He nodded understanding. “I still don’t get it,” he shook his head perplexed.
“You don’t need to get it,” I finished with a swipe of chapstick and turned to face him. “I don’t do it because I think I’m supposed to. I don’t do it because I think I’m ugly without it. I don’t do it to attract male attention. I do it because I enjoy it and because I like the way I feel with it.” I smiled and stood up to kissed his cheek.
“I’m glad you do thinks for yourself,” he pulled me closer to him and buried his face in my neck. “It’s sexy as hell.”

We spent the day walking amoungst the crisp leaves and fresh air, fortunate to avoid any fans. I was still getting used to the idea that the man who lay beside me at night was the object of so much affection. He had a whole city devoted and in awe of him, I couldn’t image the pressure and frankly tried to avoid the thought all together. I desperately wanted to take his hand in mine as we walked. My desire to place some sort of claim on him was both alarming and surprising. I’d never before felt the urge to showcase my relationship with someone or make it known to those around me that we were a pair. In fact, prior to Sidney I found the idea quite bizarre. Then again, my relationships prior to Sid had been well defined and secure. Something about it all felt unstable. I wasn’t one who dealt well with not knowing where I stood. I told myself I was fine with the idea that we were just friends, but not knowing if we were approaching on monogamy was driving me insane. Fortunately I was able to push my questioning thoughts from my mind and enjoy our day together.

Notes

I had intended to post something much sooner! Sorry about the delay, I hope to be more diligent in the future :) Feedback is encouraged as per usual!