You know me, You know what I can do

Authors note:
so yeah, ready's story is chugging right along and I am right behind her. Hope ya all enjoy

Sunlight slammed through a small slit in the mini-blinds right into my eyes. I groaned, trying to turn from the offending beam but strong arms held me in place. My head rolled slightly and I was looking at the sleeping face of Shannon. I smiled, our naked bodies were tangled within the sheets and each other. I shifted slightly which drew a grumble from him as I woke him.
“What time is it?” he asked, his voice groggy sounding. The greenish glow of the alarm clock numerals read 4:35.
“Oh shit” I said with a laugh, “It’s 4:30.” I told him He mumbled something incoherent then buried his face against my neck. “Go back to sleep.”
I wanted to laugh, but I was still tired too and I rested one of my hands at the back of his head, stroking his hair.
I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop thinking about what we’d done. It had been a long time since I’d been that intimate with someone but… there was something special about it with him. He was so attentive, the look in his eyes so intense, it felt like he looked right into my soul. I felt vulnerable with Shannon, like he could read everything about me in my eyes or understand my actions without asking, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked quietly, not moving as I continued to stroke his hair.
“Can’t, brain is running a mile a minute” I explained. I felt his breath change just slightly, a little faster.
“Over thinking it is gonna mess it up,” he said as his head tilted that small bit so that he could look up at me.
I got caught up in his eyes once more. I guess some people would call them hazel but to me they couldn’t be called something so plain. His eyes were brown rimmed in deep green. Sometimes they seemed to change colors from all brown to all green. They were mesmerizing, intense when he talked, playful when he joked. I felt like I could really see his soul in his eyes.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now, this very second” he whispered, his eyes serious as if he was trying to read me.
“I was thinking how beautiful your eyes are and how… I get so lost in them” I admitted to him. His lips spread in a smile then as he raised up, propping himself on his elbow.
“Good… if you get lost that means I get to come find you.”
“God are you always so freaking romantic?”
“Romantic? I was planning on raping you once I find you?” he said as he sat up. I rolled my eyes and then laughed.
“Maybe I want that?”
“Maybe I want to do it.” his dark brows wiggled and I fell into a fit of laughter. He laughed too and crawled up, almost diving on top of me. He kept himself propped up on his hands looking down at me.
I laid my hands on his chest, eyes following the path of my hands as I slid them up to his shoulders and then back down his arms.
“I could get used to this,” I said as I looked up to meet his gaze. He let out the breath he’d been holding and gave a soft smile.
“Me too, I hope you’re not opposed to dating musicians.”
“I hate them, can’t stand them at all. I only date photographers,” I joked. He smiled even more.
“Well darlin, I just so happen to be a photographer too, you’re in luck!” he said in a salesman type voice that had me giggling as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Well then it looks like we are all set huh?”
“It does” I answered him as I sank my hands into his short dark hair. Fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck while we stared into each others eyes.
It was so serious, the laughter fading to both of us lost in our own thoughts. He leaned down pressing soft lips against mine and he stole my breath. He did that often. He got close to me and my breath left me, it was so crazy what I felt for him. I should have been scared, but I wasn’t I was embracing it with every ounce of my being. I’d lost someone who had fit me in so many ways and I swore I’d never be afraid to take a chance again. This was my chance and I couldn’t lose it. My head lifted from the pillow to put more into the kiss, to show him what he did to me, how much he excited me. My hands slid down his back, to his waist. The feel of his skin under my fingertips made me smile. He had such an amazing body and to feel it naked and warm on top of me it drove me crazy.
“If you plan on getting out of this bed today, we need to do that now, or it might be me taking advantage of you” That drew a smile from him and a soft laugh.
“Promise?” he asked as he pressed his hips against mine harder. I could feel his arousal against my stomach and it made me giggle.
“Get off of me.” I said shoving him over to the side. He rolled off of me and onto his back where he watched me with sleepy eyes. I scooted to the edge of the bed and leaned over, grabbing my underwear and slipping them on. I felt a strong arm wrap around my shoulders and I was down on the bed once more, looking up at Shannon.
“I changed my mind, we’re staying in bed today.” He said as he rolled me over and wrapped the blankets around us both so that we were cocooned in.
“I thought you were supposed to have practice at 6-ish?” I asked him. He groaned and then bit my neck playfully growling.
“Dammit woman you’re ruining my plans… making me be responsible... shit” he grumbled as he rolled us out of the blankets.
I couldn’t help but smile as I stood grabbing his t-shirt from where it laid on the dresser. “Borrowing your shirt” I said as I slipped it over my head.
He rolled to his stomach, watching me as I headed for the master bath.
“You know, you’re really sexy in my shirt and those black panties.” he told me. I felt my face flush, my cheeks reddening. I couldn’t think straight when he looked at me like that and complimented me. I actually believed him. I wasn’t the thin model type but rather the more athletic type. I used to play hockey in leagues as a little kid and it gave me big legs. I didn’t mind but it seemed most guys wanted the tiny waist-ed girls. I found it kinda cute that he thought I was sexy.
I came out after a few moments and he was gathering his clothes to get into the shower. He smiled as he walked over to me. “You feel like helping save the Earth, conserving water?” he asked as he backed me toward the bathroom door again.
“Do I get a choice?” I asked slipping my arms around his neck. He winked and shook his head no as he closed the door behind us.
I didn’t think I’d be doing a lot of washing right away, and to tell the truth, I didn’t mind.