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| SOME KIND OF BLISS by Nan <<< part 14 PART 15 - ONE DAY THERE'LL BE A PLACE CALLED HOME (The author's way of getting into James' pants by shamelessly using PJ Harvey quotes!) Your can feel your body being shifted lightly, but you're still half asleep and you don't want to open your eyes yet as you've just had the most beautiful dream of making love to James. No wait, it was true you think blissfully. You stretch your arms around his body and feel a soft kiss being planted on your cheek as lightly as possible. Your throat makes the softest noise of recognition. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he whispers against your ear as you feel yourself dozing off again – the sound of his voice and his breathing is so soft and comforting, you snuggle your head against the crook of his neck and sigh contentedly, still not opening your eyes, falling asleep again. All you remember is another set of motions, James's warm body moving away from you as you moan in frustration and try to protest, but the urge to sleep is too strong, your body still too tired. You feel the bedcovers being pulled over you tightly, you sigh as you sink into slumber. The next thing you know, something heavy is being placed on the bedside table in a loud thump, fallowed by muffled cursing. The smell of coffee fills your nostrils and finally manages to awaken your completely. Your entire body shrieks as you're eyes are suddenly assaulted by bright light: it must be past noon. You raise your heavy arms to cover your face, partly turning to roll your face into the pillow and whine somewhat pathetically. "I'd be convinced we were really made for each other if this meant you're not a morning person, but it's a quarter to three – you can't possibly still be tired, can you?" you hear someone say cheekily. Is this voice real or am I just imagining it? Nah, probably just in my head, there's no way I'd sleep till quarter to three... "Come on sleepy head," you hear someone nudging your shoulder, "time to wake up!" You yawn, annoyed and finally your eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the intruding (and annoying) light to find a breakfast tray laid next you. Orange juice, coffee, toast and jam – if you didn't know better you would think you'd died and gone to heaven. Until you look to your side to thank your most kind ‘waiter’ and are greeted by the sight of James in a t-shirt and boxers, sprawled across the bed. His hair is slightly wet and sticking out in every direction, just inviting you to run your fingers in it and never let go. He's looking at your face intently and grinning like mad. "Ok, ok, I'm up!" you say, faking displeasure, when you can just imagine yourself waking up to this every morning for the rest of your life and never being anything but happy. You lean in to give him a good morning kiss (I've just decided that morning breath does not exist in fantasies!), barely hearing him whisper: "Well good morning to you too…" against your lips before he's silenced by a deep, sensual kiss. You finally get to run your hand through his lovely soft hair as the curls gently wrap around your fingers. As he pulls back, your hand runs across his cheek inadvertently and you feel his hoarse stubble against your palm, which brings back memories from the previous night – the insides of your thighs shiver as you recollect. "Are you all right? How are you feeling?" James asks concerned, his eyes staring at you tenderly. Before you can reply he comes even closer and places the plate full of toast on the sheet. "Well, for one thing," James raises his eyebrows in alarm as his hand reaches out to touch your cheek attentively, “I didn't sleep well at all!" you say, and James breaks out in a gleaming smile while you give him the I-am-glad-my-pain-amuses-you, and he replies with his best I-didn’t-do-it-I’m-an-innocent-little-boy-honest. You can’t help but giggle, “yes, and is anything else wrong? Be serious, please,” he urges and you reassure him that you feel fine. James smiles as you bite down on your toast, swallowing hungrily before you continue: "Besides, I had a lovely dream – that’s why I couldn’t sleep afterwards, I kept thinking about it." You look James directly in the eye as he raises his eyebrows amused and intrigued, “Really? What about?” he questions. “Well, I can’t remember it now, but I think it had something to do with me losing something, but the strange thing was that I didn’t want it back!” “Hm, I’m sorry, I can’t help you, I have no idea what that was about,” James giggles as he pulls you towards him on the bed. “Hm, you can’t help me? Really?” you mock disappointment. “Well maybe you could help me with this other problem I have?” “And what is that honey?” “Mmm, let’s put it this way, I have an itch that needs scratching… and I happen to know you’re very very good at scratching!” James shakes his head to persuade you otherwise as he takes away the plate of half eaten toast and pulls down the sheets from your body: "You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" he smiles, before changing his tone “now, where is this itch?” Before you can think of what to say James is furiously tickling you everywhere he can reach. Your stomach hurts from laughing before you can fight him off with your pillow. As he stops you wrap your protectively around your stomach, faking a grimace of pain. “Aw, don’t pout, I’m sorry! Besides, I can make it up to you… any ideas?” he whispers as he kisses your neck, sliding his strong arms around your body, and taking you to a place that can best be described as home. THE END Epilogue Weeks later, you have James eating out of your hand and you make him install a computer with Internet access. And stock up on baby oil. <<< Nan’s stories |