Sweet Dreams-22…Sunday so Sweet.

Chapter 22

I woke I think a few times I think just to be sure that this was real, that this had really happened and there’s the evidence of late last night to just before dawn this morning of me and Alex’s making love. It’s the best and yet weirdest feeling in the world to feel so reassured ay seeing the mixture of our clothes scattered over the room. Then my body catching my brain up to the after effect feelings of making love.

No freaking out, I wanted this, wanted him and it was perfect, it was. I only moved just enough to snuggle back against him and feel his muscular body and all the warmth he gives off. Alex’s response was to reach over me and gather some more of the bedding and pull it around us and gather me up against him in this hug.

Then he said the sweetest thing. “Hunter…guh…bak t’ sleep its Sunday.” It was nice to go back to sleep smiling.

…………………I woke up from this dream, this very deeply very real dream of Alex making love to me only I wasn’t the me that I really am, no in the dream I was a girl. Like a real biological female and stuff.

In the dream part o woke up in Alex had been using his fingers on me. I wake up moving my hips and gasping in the throes of a reach around and see stars I had cum that hard…I wonder if that’s an after effect of last night.

I feel Alex press against me and he’s hard again and he starts to kiss my neck. I’m sore, and I’m sure to be messy and lots of other reasons I guess you could say to not have sex but there’s this ever increasing part of me that wants him but not just on a physical level but that’s actually a factor or at least a little bit.

They say with women it’s all about the feelings and the emotions. And right now I’m feeling that I’d love to spend this morning at least making love like we did before going to sleep.

I find myself pushing back against him and doing some over the shoulder kissing and I feel him with the lube and then he’s sinking into me and as sore as I am its good too. And he’s sweet and slow and letting my body adjust as his hands race gently over my skin, play with my nipples. He cups my breasts not breast at one point just holding me there and kissing and the heat from his hands was so good.

There’s a good twenty minutes before we both achieve lift off and he kisses me then slips out of bed. “I’ll be right back.” He actually pulled me into his warm spot and left. I’m feeling this friction soreness, but this heat or this sort of really perfect melty warms inside of me that seems to be how it feels after Alex makes me implode with pleasure.

He turns on the stereo nothing down loaded just. WCSX, 94.7 FM it’s a classic rock station and one I used to listen too all the time. I like some of the digital stuff too but somehow tuning in where I know there’s someone in the booth makes it better.

I just enjoy the tunes and hug the pillow to my and snuggle into the pocket of warmth his body had left.

Alex comes back showered, in boxer briefs…. Oh…when did guys look that…like that in their underwear….I guess maybe when the contents became a lot more fun?

He gives me a minty kiss and I inhale. He smells like Zest soap, and shampoo, with hints of the soap from his shaving cream and the sharpness of his aftershave and coffee, he brought me a coffee in bed. I kiss him back and run my fingers over him face revelling in actually doing that.

I have someone I can really reach out and touch.

I sit up when he passes me my coffee and smile at him from the cup as I take that first sip. I love coffee but the cheap instant and gas station coffee is nothing like the Kona stuff he fresh grinds and makes in the French press.

I sip at my coffee my legs pulled up to me in the blanket in a good way with my back to the headboard supported with some of our pillows. That’s all kind of new to me. I’ve never slept in a bed with a headboard as far as I know…I’m not counting being passed out in Mom’s hooker nest. The thought of not just having something for myself isn’t as new and strangely thrilling as the whole concept of Ours.

…..Our Pillows…Our Bed…Our place…the thoughts of them are just so….good?

I love the feeling even if it’s mixed in with the post sex stuff. You know what I’m liking about the post sex stuff right now?

The way that Alex is looking at me and smiles at me.

“So what’d you like for breakfast?”

“Anything, surprise me.”

The one bad thing…I had a smoke last night out there with Adam. I really can’t comment on the whole smoking after sex thing because I’m really new to it but dammit I was one of those coffee and a cigarette people…and I’m seriously craving.

“Okay sure…love you.” He kisses me again and still sexy and minty fresh. Then he heads off to the kitchenette and I watch his butt. God it’s so weird. I’m actually watching him, watching his butt and yet there’s no boner for him like that. I sip at my coffee and think a bit about that. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted really to do that kind of stuff with Alex at all. I guess that means I’m the bottom? Huh, I guess I really am the girl. Okay I’m actually kind of good with that.

The thinking lounging thing really can’t last so I finish my coffee and put all my needing a smoke thing into getting the rook cleaned up and getting a bubble bath run, all hot water only and I let it get just right while I get the laundry on and I do both of ours.

I get “Cleaned.” Before I get ready to sink into the tub and I’m wincing into the tub from the heat of the water on well a newly sensitive area and my skinned knuckles.

I imagine Adam’s going to find out about the damage I did to the stall at the restaurant even if April took care of it.

Sigh…

Actually I’m not going to worry about that now.

Alex comes in with a second coffee and this thing…I mean it’s like a waffle if you made it out of like something close to carrot cake and there’s cream cheese on it just kind of like a slice of toast rather than a breakfasty full on thing.

It’s good and I can tell there’s stuff in it that’s good for me and I’m not used to those tastes but I’m hungry and it’s pretty good actually. I’ve been getting hungrier lately like I’ve started to actually build up the strength for my body to be hungry.

I really enjoy the nice long soak, actually the longest soak in my life and I’m all relaxed and wrinkled as I get out and I lotion up after even and do my face with the face cream and my hair and everything. I even do the baby oil thing on my skin to be as soft as I can get too. Kind of the full on girl bit and coming out of the bathroom I can smell frying smells meat, onion, potato?

I make the bed and slip into just some sweat pants of mine and one of his jersey’s and I pad out barefoot to the living room and sit on the couch and watch him getting everything together for well I think we’re having brunch? It’s like twenty to one in the afternoon so…I guess it is brunch.

I could be doing some school work right now because I see he’s got his books out on the coffee table and y’know what. Instead I actually just watch Alex and paint my nails. I love the smiles he sends my way whenever he looks up at me.

Oh and it’s Amazon Teal sort of like a rich green turquoise color. I feel a little naked without my punk me look.

We eat ate our little counter kitchen island thing together and it’s a really nice meal. A nice thick but not big piece of beef tenderloin? Still nice and pink in the center, fried onions with HP steak sauce on them over the steak and a poached egg over that? Hash browns on the side and slices of tomato. Another one of those waffles and there a juice that he made in the juicer. I take a sip and it’s really strange to me. Orange is the only thing I can recognize really and it’s good for me. I drink it down okay I think there’s lots of carrot here too and maybe apple? I’m going to say he put all the pulp into the waffles.

Kind of a good way not to waste stuff, that works for me. I actually eat everything and there’s just something about the way the runny egg mixes with the onions and the steak sauce and the way it goes with the steak and a bit of the tomato or a hash brown.

He’s got a much bigger portion but mine’s plenty and I’m stuffed and we do the dishes together and it takes us awhile to do everything. Eating and just smiling and being close to each other.

Doing the dishes gets put on pause a couple of times as we stop when a song that we like comes on and we just stop and dance to it. We take the rest of the steaks from the package and some other leftovers and stuff and kind of clean out the fridge and we make a pot of stem for the slow cooker. It was actually kind of neat because I’ve never seen a slow cooker before.

It’s actually three in the afternoon when we end up sitting down and working on our homework and everything. We talk and bounce ideas off each other even with the classes that we don’t share and go off on the odd tangent our two.

There’s this beautiful point where I’m using his laptop to type out the notes in his henscratch for him to print out from his flashdrive when he gets to class and the apartment just smells of the stew and the sun’s warmed the place up and Alex set another hot coffee beside me and he kneels/sit’s mostly on his legs and a little on mine and he gives me a massage.

Oh god was it awesome. It’s just almost better than sex in a way. It’s having someone that you love touching you in this way that’s not sexual. But it’s that I love you, I want to touch you just to touch you and make you feel good thing…and there’s no headache this time as the tears at just how good this feels run from my face.

“You okay?” he leans over and kisses my neck and ear area.

“Yeah… (sniffle.) good tears actually.”

“Are you sure?” My heart does this little squeeze thing again because he looks at me and I know that he cares.

Never is a really long time to be without ….care…love… I really can’t help myself and I kiss him and do it with as much love as I can into it and break it with more fresh tears as I’m getting choked up trying to say. “Alex…”

“Yeah…?”

“Thank you.”

“Okay…”

“No…thank you for being sunshine in my soul.” Tears fall and I dip my head and blush because yeah that was just kind of corny as hell.

He takes the point of my chin in his and… and guides me into this kiss like the guys do to the girls in the movies.

“Hunter I think I was falling for you when I first met you…I…saw stuff in your eyes and in you that just speaks to me…spoke to me and I can remember thinking that…the saddest person just always has the most beautiful smile.”

(Good sob, Glomp…) Kissing…oh who the hell says things like…yeah kissing and falling in love even deeper than before. I mean it’s so normal and yet the most romantic place in my life here with him on a few comforters on the living room floor between the coffee table and the couch and we’re doing this…living this moment.

And there’s part of me wondering?

Did Cliff actually kill me?

Is this heaven? My second chance or something?

Am I just beat to hell and this is a dream…The Sweetest Dream I never could have dreamed.

I don’t care…if this is heaven then thank you God, and if I’m dreaming I don’t want to wake up.