RP: The morning after Title: The Morning After Character/Pairing: Thomas/Amy/Ethan Rating: R+ Warnings: TBD Summary: Amy goes to Ethan the morning after so many things change. A/N: Set in Fascination
Amy woke up slowly, stirring lightly and sighing faintly. Warm skin was pressed against hers and a heartbeat thrummed reassuringly in her ear. Her lips slowly curved up into a smile as she recalled the events of the previous night.
There was a residual soreness, but it wasn’t unexpected—after all, it had been her first time, and she was a relatively small person, both Thomas and Ethan being about a head above her and not poorly endowed at all. Despite it, though, she was extremely happy. Last night had been fabulous, perfect. The only thing lacking was Ethan’s warmth against her back.
Her lips brushed Thomas’ shoulder and she tilted her head back to kiss his lips. “Morning,” she whispered, giving him a somewhat shy smile. His deep, sleepy reply, half rumble in his chest, thrilled her on a deep level.
He was half asleep still—Thomas always had been a layabed, something she didn’t really mind, though half the time she was an early riser. It was whatever her mood was. Right now, she knew it was very early, possibly before dawn yet—she always had an uncanny sense of time.
There was something undeniably intimate and surreal about waking up in Thomas’ arms. They’d shared a deep, abiding emotional connection for years; it would take her a little while to become accustomed to physical intimacies with him, though last night had been incredible for her.
One kiss turned into another and another, slow, langorous snogging that hummed through her blood. Perhaps one day in the near future, she’d be confident enough to instigate more, but right now she was just a bit sore and in need of a bath—though a shower would have to do, as she really wanted to slip in and see Ethan soon. Make sure he wasn’t mad at her, that he was all right with things. That he still loved her.
She eventually slipped from Thomas’ bed, her lips well kissed and her cheek slightly pink from the rasp of morning stubble. “Love you,” she whispered in his ear, stealing his dressing gown from the back of a chair. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, stroking his dark hair back from his precious face.
“Love you too,” he murmured, eyes dark and heavy with sleep and love.
“Sleep some more. I’ll come fetch you for breakfast later,” she told him, and he made a sound of assent, pulling covers up his shoulder, already slipping back toward sleep.
Fingers stroking her slightly swollen lips, a simultaneously sexy and contented smile resting there, she slipped from the room into the hall. She really hoped none of her family were lurking in the shadows—she wasn’t ready to share this with anybody, and none of her brothers would be terribly happy at the moment either. She made it to her room unnoticed and immediately went to the shower. She would bath later, but there were still things to do and her personal pampering could wait just a little.
The water was hot and felt good raining down on her. It eased the faint but abiding soreness and she was able to clean up from the previous night’s activities. Her hands travelled over her own body, cataloguing a couple of the small marks she found and grinning giddily at the remembrance of how she received them.
Hair damp and yet still trying to curl in its typical way, she dressed casually in a calf-long skirt and comfortable shirt before once again slipping out and ‘sneaking’ down the hall the other way to Ethan’s room. She hesitated outside it briefly, wondering if she should knock and feeling a little shy, but then simply slipped inside as quietly as she could.
Ethan was, she knew, much more of a morning person, so there was a chance he was up but not a huge one. He was still in bed, and she walked as silently as she could and climbed onto the bed next to him, leaning over him to see if he was awake or not.