The Morning After

Chapter 4   The Morning After

The suite was quiet; the evening decorations slumbered. Half burnt down candles drifted out, yellow rose petals rested peacefully in between the sheets; while the others lazed along the floor. The ice bucket was filled with warm water no longer cooling the champagne; while the soft instrumentals continued to play far away. The tiny flame in the fire place strived to remain lit. Melting chocolate bars kept the spoiling strawberries company on the drying table. Chirping birds glided past the double window above the backboard. The overhead early afternoon sun shone brightly caressing the length of the bed. They’d slept in. They were wiped out. SB woke shirtless to Nicki grinning happily at the huge pink diamond on her finger. Noticing he’d woken up she looked over to him, their eyes met in a tender clash. He lye silent for a while, just admiring. She crawled up onto his body, sitting on top of him. The feeling of her weight was divine; a touch of her skin pure allurement. The sun’s rays lime lighted her flawless features. He had never seen a more breathtaking sight. She settled her palms flat on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. She licked her lips leaving glossy sheen he wanted to taste. Rolling her over he nuzzled her neck; before trailing kisses down her stomach. A calm fire suddenly banked his features. Not knowing where the desire to do this came from, she daintily sank her teeth into his neck. His skin tingled, he felt as if he'd just conquered the entire world looking down at her. Giggling at his surprised – whoa, I can’t believe that just happened – expression; her cheeks colored prettily. The sound of her laughter was magical filling the muted room. He lied his head on her chest; enjoying being there as she stroked his hair.

“Hungry?” He wondered. She thought about it.

“Actually yes. You know since I had ice cream for dinner”

It didn’t matter much last night, but now their stomachs desired substance. That was his cue. Lazing out of the bed threw on a pair of nearby by jeans and tee, sliding into a pair of all white Nikes. He grabbed the thick golden comforter from the edge if the bed wrapping it securely around Nicki’s little body, picking her up bringing her into the living room. The mist of last night’s liaison still prospered in the new day air. He unhooked her legs from him and set her down on the delicacy stained couch. She cried out in protest.

“I’ll be right back.” He assured her.  “I gotta eat before I die.”

Before leaving out the solid cherry wood door, he lifted her foot and kissed the arch. A soft raspy chuckle escaped her. Keeping warm under the blanket Nic turned on the TV. Reluctant to clean up the ornamentation around the suite, it gave it a little piece of them. And until they were checking out it would stay there. On TV she watched a little bit of iCarly before switching to CBS watching Cold Case. It wasn’t until the episode credits started that SB returned with a room service assistant pushing a cart behind him.

“I’ll take it from here” He said to the man passing him a twenty – and he was lucky to get that much out of Safaree -

“Ooooo. What ya got?” Nic asked in a weird accent rubbing her hands together.

 Under the trays were egg whites, toast, and (specifically) turkey bacon. In the others were a random assortment of fruits, doughnuts and Danishes. Attempting to stick to her diet Nicki ignored the sweets; eating only her usual dish. As she sat watching SB a million thoughts whispered through her mind, but the loudest one Screamed out. Surprise him. He had catered to her every wish last night, and now it was his time to be taken care of. Love and temptation beamed from her eyes wrapping around her fiancée. She shivered at the new title he now possessed. She would make sure these last two days were the best they’ve ever had; a moment to remember. SB watched as she gracefully sprung up from the couch. Walking into the bathroom Nic turned the light off; stepping into the glass doors of the large Paradon marble tile shower; turning on the hot and cold knobs. The clear water rained down from the shower’s ceiling.  She adjusted the color wheel; making the shower head glow a deep blue that lit the whole space. After stripping she stood by the tub, stomach knotted anticipating.

“Safaree!” She called, voice a little a shaken. She wanted that feeling of raw love back, to feel their spirits intertwine; for he was hers and she would brand his heart forever. SB casually strolled into the bedroom, unaware of what she had planned this time. He paused at the doorframe of the bathroom, his eyes amplified. Dear god, her clothes...he gulped; her heart slammed in her chest, as he looked over her, cheeks flushing the prettiest pink. She leaned against the glass door; wisps of hair fondled her shoulders. SB swallowed a sudden lump in his throat unable to tear his gaze away. Her body was a sensual feast to his eyes. She was perfection and all for him. His heart raced, beating erratically. Motioning him over with her pointer finger she stepped into the spacious tub; water drops of muted blue light favored her skin. Undressing Safaree felt like God. Getting into the shower he pulled the glass doors shut holding the heat prisoner. He kissed her neck; pleasure lit her lovely face as her head fell back; inviting. She bit down on her bottom lip; preparing for a life time soul exchange.

M4L

~TBC~