Make Me Feel Alive

I awoke with a start, and I raised my head blearily. I frowned, glancing and squinting at the clock, seeing it was like eleven thirty and I was already in bed.
Well, I guess technically I hadn't left the bed since I'd made it home.
Toby, I realized, finally recognizing what had woke me up. He was scratching at the bedroom door, probably hungry.
I glanced behind him, seeing Ashley completely out, his arm tossed across his eyes. I glanced at the glint on his chest, seeing the lone silver cross that had literally smacked me in the face several times earlier.
I sighed, and sat up.
Okay, I was sore. I hadn't put so much effort into having sex since, well, probably before Trevor. And Ashley really knew his business.
I suppressed a smile, and slipped out of bed, grabbing my pajama shorts and a random t shirt, and then slipped out of the room. I paused, seeing the broken lamp and glass scattered across the floor.
Well, collateral damage.
And I'd never really liked that lamp.
I skirted around the edge of the mess and into the kitchen, grabbing Toby some food out and then quickly getting the broom and dustpan and a wet paper towel. I sat what remained of the lamp back on the end table, and quickly raked up the glass, dabbing at the small pieces with the paper towels.
After a few minutes, I heard the bedroom door open, and I lifted my hand hastily.
"Don't!" I burst, and Ashley froze, a hand in his hair. "Or at least watch your step. There's glass."
"Oh," Ashley looked down at the floor. He'd pulled on his jeans, but the rest of him was still bare and nice to look at.
Morgan.
I sighed, and quickly got the rest of the glass up that I could find.
"Okay," I told him, straightening. I walked to the trash can and dumped the glass, then stowed the broom and dustpan away. I felt his arms weave around my waist, and he pressed his lips into my hair, nuzzling my neck.
"Did you sleep well?" he purred, and I chuckled, leaning back against him.
"Probably better then you," I told him, and felt him grin.
I turned in his arms, and wrapped mine around his neck. "So, you gonna stay the night or are you gonna leave early?" I asked, pressing my lips to his chest to see if I could sway his answer.
"Usually, I would leave early. But I think I can make an exception," he murmured in my ear, his hand slipping into my shorts, "just this once."
I held my breath as his fingers slipped between my thighs, and then sighed as I heard a hiss. I looked over, seeing Toby on the counter, his tail whipping back and forth as he looked at us, judging with his beady, grumpy eyes.
Ashley looked at the cat in annoyance, and then grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him.
"Your cat is like a cockblocking demon," he grumbled as he pulled me back into my bedroom, shutting the door.
"He's just territorial."
"I can see why," Ashley tugged my shirt over my head. "I would want you all to myself too."
I felt my cheeks redden, and he grinned, leaning down to kiss me, and I felt something smack my neck.
"This has to go," I muttered, pulling away abruptly.
Ashley glanced down, then tugged the necklace off, tossing it onto the nightstand with my glasses. "Better?"
"Much," I pulled him to me and turned, pushing him back on the bed. His brows rose as I crawled over him, and then he grinned.
"You're just full of surprises," he murmured as I peeled his jeans off of him those nice hips of his.
He had no idea yet.

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