"I wish I didn't have to go..."
His voice is soft and low against my ear, his arms wrapped tight around me, the comforter pulled up snug around us both. I love being so close to him, not in a sexual way, but in a love to be near him way, just cocooned in our own little world where nothing can touch us and where nobody but the two of us exist. It's my favorite place to be.
I snuggle back against him, pulling his arms tighter around me with a sigh. "Not until tomorrow...you know the rules, babe, it's Sunday...there's no Monday's on Sunday."
I can feel the smile against my neck and he places a soft kiss there on my nape, sighing softly. "I know. What do you think our chances are of petitioning for there to never be another Monday ever?"
I grin, turning my head slightly to look back at him. "I might actually register to vote if that ever comes up on a ballot."
"Do you think we should get up? What time is it?"
That's my Matty, lives his life by the hands of a clock. I'm still trying to break him of that, don't know if I ever will. "Doesn't matter. I'm not moving."
"Lazy ass."
"I don't recall you complaining about my ass last night."
That gets a chuckle and a light squeeze. "Brat."
The bedroom window is open, curtains blowing with a light breeze and I inhale deeply, smiling. "It's gonna rain."
He nods. "Probably."
"I love when it's raining on Sunday. Means that we're officially under no circumstances supposed to get out of bed."
Matt laughs lightly, rolling me onto my back so he's half-over me, looking down at me with those gorgeous dark eyes, smiling. "Who made up that rule?"
I just grin up at him. "Me."
He appears to think about it for a minute, then nods. "I like that rule." And then he leans down to brush his lips across mine and I sigh against his mouth, just savoring the lovely feeling of his kiss. There are so many different kinds of kisses, have you ever noticed that...it's like each one has its own language, saying something different.
There's the ones like the first kiss that say "I'm really nervous, please don't reject me" and there's the "I barely know your name, don't ask for mine, let's just fuck away whatever demons are chasing us" and the "I love you so much it hurts and I can't even express how much you make me feel" and then the ever popular "I'm so mad at you right now I could strangle you but instead I'm gonna fuck you until I forget why I was mad in the first place". I like those a lot.
And then there are Matt kisses. The best kind. His have a language all their own. Like right now, his lips just ever so barely rubbing against my own...he's telling me how much he loves just that he's allowed to kiss me at all. No rush, letting our lips connect and rub and slide across each other, no tongue, just enjoying the feel of lips on lips.
He pulls back slightly, smiling down at me. "I love kissing you..."
See? I can read his kisses like a book. "Then why'd you stop?" Grinning at him.
Just then a clap of thunder from outside and I arch my head back to look out the window, seeing the first drops of rain splattering gently against the window. "It's raining..." I look back at him and find his face mere inches from my own, his eyes gone hooded and before I can say anything, his mouth is on mine and oh...this is a different kind of kiss. I know this one.
This is his "I might have to leave tomorrow but I'm gonna give you something to think about all week" kiss. Another favorite of mine.
The rain and thunder and wind is like a symphony called up by the gods with the sole purpose to provide the soundtrack to our lovemaking. Rising and falling in crescendo after crescendo, picking up pace as we do, wind howling as our cries carry away on the heavy, damp afternoon air. And I swear a clap and flash of lightening coincide perfectly with our climax.
And laying there afterwards, with Matt's arms and legs tangled with my own, breathing harsh and ragged, coming down off a high no drug can replicate...I turn slightly just enough to reach his lips and kiss him long and deep, hoping he can read my kisses as easily as I do his. Because that's my "You are my everything" kiss.
Monday can take care of itself. It's raining on Sunday and we've got better things to do. Like love.
