I flicked my eyes open to the Sunday morning, the room light from the sun streaming in from the window behind me. The room was all still and quiet, but looked so bright and warm. The yellows on the walls dancing in the sunlight, the pine wood casting its warm friendly glow over the surroundings.
It made me smile.
I switched my thoughts then to myself and realised how
warm I was. How comfy, comfy warm it was in the bed, snuggled up under the
covers, all curled up in a little ball. But the best thing of all was the warm,
sleeping body underneath me, and whom it belonged to in particular.
I rested my head back onto his chest, smiling to myself in
content as I listened to his breathing. It was pretty light and shallow, so I
didn’t think he was deeply asleep- but still asleep none the less.
I didn’t want to wake him, so I just laid there on him,
just enjoying being there. I was as still as possible, trying not to disturb
him.
He smelt so sweet and was so warm and cosy… I don’t think
I’d ever woken up this happy before.
It was certainly a big difference to yesterday
morning!
I lifted my head up gently and looked up at him, and as
I’d thought, he was fast asleep.
And oh God- he looked sooo cute!
So, so cute. His head was turned slightly to the side, his
eyes closed, head dreaming away. His hand was still gently rested on my back,
keeping me close to him, as I had been the whole night through.
I smiled at him there, and had to resist all my temptation
not to reach over and kiss his face.
I just lay there, propping my head up with my hands and
watched him sleep; he looked so peaceful lying there, and he didn’t move once.
He was breathing just like a little baby does… oooh; did
he always look like this? No wonder it was always in his nature to be sweet! He
looked so cute and angelic lying there.
I glanced back down at my ‘pillow’ for the night casually,
and then my eyes widened in shock when I saw a damp spot on his T-shirt.
Oh my God I’d been drooling in my sleep!
OhmyGod, ohmyGod, how embarrassing!!
I cringed just looking at it and hoped to God it would go
away before he noticed it.
I reached over to touch it briefly to test it, but almost
as soon as I did, he stirred a little, making a distressed noise, and I brought
my hand away again quickly and looked up at him.
His eyes opened slowly opened and he moved his head
slightly to look at me, fully awake now.
“Morning,” he whispered to me sleepily, but I just lay
there curling up inside- when he finds out I was dribbling in my sleep- on him-
ughhhhh, he’ll think I’m so minging!!
He frowned at me and sat up a bit so his face was closer
to mine. “You okay?”
“I’m sorry I ruined your T-shirt,” I found myself saying
back to him.
“What?” He was still very dozy. He looked down at himself,
not seeing it straight away, grabbing at the material. “What- this?” He asked,
and pointed to it.
‘I’m sorry,” I blushed, wishing a hole would just swallow
me up.
He looked back up at me, and I saw a little glint in his
eye. “Have you been drooling on me?” He questioned, his tone teasing.
I blushed even redder and looked down. God, I was
embarrassing!! I manage to completely humiliate myself by dribbling all over
Christian a1’s T-shirt.
“What were you dreaming about last night?!” He
teased further, making me cringe even more.
Okay, okay, he can shut up now…
He sat up properly then and leaned over to whisper in my
ear, “were you dreaming about me?”
I gave him a playful hit on the shoulder. “Okay- that’s enough-
quit making me feel stupid!” I said, pretending to be annoyed.
He laughed. “I guess I’ll have to live with a dribbling
girlfriend…”
“I do not dribble!” I cried, shocked.
He pulled at his T-shirt where the stain was. “Evidence!”
He stated.
‘I don’t do that all the time!!”
“Oh no?” He teased.
‘No!! It was obviously your fault.”
“Obviously.”
“Shut uuup!!” I laughed at him, and I grabbed the pillow
nearby and swung it onto his head.
“Hey!” He cried in protest.
“Woke you up!” I grinned, pleased.
“Give me the pillow,” he ordered.
“Nope!” I said, holding it protectively to myself.
“Giiiiiiive mee…” He began reaching behind his back.
“You’re not having it!” I laughed.
“You are so for it now,” he said, bringing the
other pillow from behind him and hitting me with it.
“Oi!” I hit him back, and pretty soon we were in the
middle of the tamest pillow fight ever! Neither of us wanted to move
because we were too warm and comfy, so we just tried to dodge the other
person’s swing- of course, you never could, and we just ended up hitting each
other pretty repeatedly.
This carried on for a few minutes, until when I took a
feisty swing at him, I caught his face and he cried out as soon as I hit him.
I dropped the pillow, and alarmed and concerned climbed
over to him. “Christian! Are you okay?” I asked worried, trying to see his face
he’d covered away.
But as I got closer, he looked up at me and went, “Aha!”
And brought the pillow down upon me, knocking me onto my back.
I squealed out, and as soon as I realised he’d tricked me,
I glared up at him as he smiled smugly back.
“Not funny!” I cried. “I thought you’d hurt yourself!”
“I’ve got you right where I want you now,” he grinned,
throwing the pillow aside and leaning over me.
I raised my eyebrow at him. “Oh, have you now?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, and his lips were getting ever closer
to mine, as my fingertips outstretched closed around the pillow…
“Ha!” I yelled, dodging out of the way of the kiss and
smacking him hard with the pillow. “Take that and that and that!”
“Ow-how-ow,” he laughed, trying to defend himself with his
hands. “Katherine stop!!”
“You are evil, evil, evil!” I said, hitting him
harder, feeling good to get revenge.
I eventually stopped, and flopped back down from my
kneeling position.
“And I don’t dribble,” I replied, sulkily.
He grinned and edged over to me. ‘Okay, okay, you don’t
dribble.”
“And I beat you.”
‘Okay, okay, you beat me,” he grinned, still
looking for a kiss.
“Good. Now go make me a coffee!” I demanded.
He laughed. “Go make your own!”
“Excuse me,” I said, looking up at him. “I believe I
am the guest?”
“Can I kiss you first?” He asked, looking at me with big,
green eyes.
“Hmmm,” I pondered, and then our lips got closer and
closer until…
“No,” I said, pushing his mouth away with my fingers.
“Caffeine. Now.”
He sat away from me laughing, and proceeded to get out of
bed. “You’re an evil woman!”
“You’re an evil boyfriend!” I retorted.
“I’ll poison your coffee!” He threatened, grinning,
heading towards the door.
“Yeah? And I’ll pour it down your back- still hot.”
“Ooooh- feisty!” He mocked at me, before breaking into a
laugh and disappearing into the hallway.
I giggled back, now alone I could admit how fun that had
been. I sighed, happy, so glad I was here.
Christian was wonderful. He made me laugh so much! And he
was so sweet and caring… and man, he looked good this morning! Had been
hard not to let him kiss me.
Shaking my head bemused at our play-fight, I straightened
the bed, and then got out so I could nip to the bathroom. When I returned he
still wasn’t back, so I went over and sat myself on the big white messy bed in
the room, wrapping my legs up in it as they weren’t covered by anything- I
still had Christian’s shirt on.
I smiled to myself, looking down at it, thinking, wow
it’s part of him!
A little bored, I looked around the room and my eyes met
with the guitar leaning up against the table.
Oooooh- I’d like to see that!
I jumped up off the bed and went over to pick it up. It
was a little heavy, but not that bulky. It was a pretty standard brown one, and
I dragged it over to the bed where I sat myself down cross-legged, laying the
guitar across my lap.
Hmmm, I wonder how he plays this thing, I
thought to myself, gazing down at the strings, holding the neck of it in my
left hand. And where do you put your fingers?
Trying to visualise how guitarists played, I let my fingers strum down the strings of the instrument, and a little chime of notes played back to me.
“Ooooh,” I said in delight, pleased I’d made some noise,
and strummed them a bit more, trying to get different sounds- maybe even a
little tune!
It was really hard though, I wasn’t sure how you were
supposed to get a song out of it. How did Christian do it?!
The door opened then, and I looked up to see Christian come
in, carrying a cup of coffee in each hand.
“Hiya!” I greeted.
He stared at me, confused a moment. “What are you doing?”
He asked.
“Playing your guitar!” I answered brightly.
“Can you play?” He eyed me suspiciously.
“Nope!” I laughed. “I was just having a go!”
He walked over and put the coffees down on the bedside
table. “Show me what you can do, then,” he replied, sitting down near me.
I laughed. “I can’t do anything!”
“Sure you can, have a quick burst,” he said.
I sighed, and turned my head back to the guitar, and
played him my little strum part.
“Ta- daaa!” I announced, finished, and laughed.
He smiled and then came over to me. He got up onto the bed
and then behind me, and slipped his arms around my body, and placed his hands
over mine. “I’m gonna show you something,” he whispered in my ear, and my heart
started racing really fast with him up that close.
He took my hands and very slowly began to make me strum a
few notes. At first I thought he was just doing some random tune, but then I
suddenly began to recognise the opening notes of a song.
A song I knew so well.
I let my fingers go then, and looked up at him in
surprise, but he just smiled back at me, and continued to play all the way
through the introduction.
It sounded a little different without the piano, but I
recognised it anyway. He then smiled at me, and before I knew it he opened his
mouth and started singing to me.
If you can see, if we could be together, forever
I, see the light die in your eyes
‘Cos you’re scared you’ll hurt, so you don’t want to try…
Well take a chance and come home with me
You could stay for eternity
Then you’ll never… regret… the things we never did.”
He stopped after the first chorus, and then grinned proudly at me.
I was just so in awe. He was such a fantastic
singer! “Wow,” I breathed, and he grinned wider.
“I wrote most of that in this room,” he said to me, and I
just gaped back.
I couldn’t believe he’d just sung that to me there and
then- especially since that had been the song that he’d made me play last
night… that had, in a way, convinced me to stay with him.
“That is such a beautiful song,’ I said back to him, in
barely a whisper.
“Thankyou,” he said quietly. “It’s not one of my
favourites, though.”
“It’s not?” I said.
“No. Too sad,” he smiled quickly at me, and I felt a
sudden connection between us- something suddenly clicked into place.
“I listened to that last night, you know,” I said to him. ‘I
got your message on the answer phone and I listened to the song. It made me
cry.”
“See? Told you it was sad,” he said to me, pulling the
guitar up, and resting it on the floor.
“Well it can’t be sad if it has a happy ending, can it?” I
said, trying to change it around.
“I guess not,” he smiled at me.
“How did you know Truly, Madly, Deeply was my
favourite song?” I suddenly asked him.
“Huh?”
“When you sung it to me last night. I love that song- it
makes all my hairs stand on end.”
He smiled, almost embarrassed. “It’s your favourite song?”
I nodded. “Yeah… did you know that?”
“No!” He laughed. “I just sang it ‘cos it’s a lovely song
and it seemed appropriate.”
‘It was so beautiful- thankyou!” I said, and I leant over
and put my arms around him to cuddle.
He cuddled me back as much as he could with one hand, and
then pulled away. “Come on,” he said, getting up and putting the guitar back
where it had been. “Drink your coffee- I’m making us breakfast in there!”
“You are?” I said, surprised.
“Yup!” He said, returning to sit down next to me, and
passed me my coffee. “I hope you’re hungry!”
I took a few sips of the hot liquid. ‘What’ve you made?”
“Ahhh… it’s a surprise!” He winked, and I laughed.
“It’s not my favourite, is it? You’ll have gone and
guessed my favourite again!”
“What’s my favourite?” He asked.
“Scrambled eggs on toast,” I blushed.
“Ahhh, store that in my memory…” He said, tapping his
head. “And no, it’s not that. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“It’s not a fry-up is it?” I asked warily, not
particularly wanting a heavy meal.
“Nah! You’ll like it hopefully,” he said, drinking from
his mug.
“Hmmm… I’m all curious now!” I said to him, and he
laughed.
“I better go fetch it, actually!” He said, getting up.
“But you’ve just sat down!” I protested.
“I have to run after you, don’t I?!” He grinned.
“I didn’t ask for breakfast,” I pointed out.
“Yeah- but you’re getting it!” He laughed. “And I’m
hungry.”
“Come and sit down- I haven’t seen you all morning!” I
said to him, looking up at him and seeing the most gorgeous guy I had ever,
ever seen; who sent shivers down my spine.
“Let me get breakfast! Two seconds- promise!” He
said earnestly, and then he scampered off into the kitchen.
I sighed heavily, and took some long drinks of my coffee. Why
was he running after me all the time?! I just wanted us to sit down and… snog-
to put it plainly!!
This is your own fault Kate, I scolded
myself. He tried to kiss you before and all you wanted to do was hit him on the
head with a pillow! And now he’s busy running off making coffee and breakfast-
when he comes back in the room I am going to kiss him so…
“Here you go!” He said suddenly, back in the room, with a
tray in his hand. “Feast your eyes on that!”
I looked up at what he’d made and my eyed widened.
“Waffles!” I cried.
He laughed. “Yup, the very same.”
“Oh my God- the famous waffles!” I said, looking at them
intently, as he brought them over to me, and sat down on the bed.
“Famous?” He inquired.
“You’re always talking about them!” I laughed, looking at
him. “Norwegian waffles and brown cheese.”
“Do I??” He laughed. “Hmmm, I must like them loads!”
“Are they nice?” I asked stupidly, looking down at the
waffles that looked more like pancakes than your everyday Birdseye Potato
Waffles. And the thing which was supposed to be the Norwegian goat’s cheese was
resembling clay more than anything else at the moment.
“They’re gorgeous!” He said enthusiastically.
“Hmmm- can I try?” I asked, looking back up at him. His eyes
were all shining for the waffles! God knows what he’d be like when he had kids…!
“Sure! You’ll love them- everyone does,” he assured me.
I hesitantly picked up a fork and cut a small piece off
the end of one.
He laughed at me. “You’re eating with a fork?!”
“I want to see if I like it first!” I said adamantly, and
then I popped the piece of waffle into my mouth.
Christian looked at me expectantly.
Hmmm, I thought, chewing. It was… good… nice… mmm-
delicious!
I swallowed hard and he tilted his head at me. ‘Well?”
“Gimme some more!” I said, and he laughed, as I discarded
the fork and took the waffle up in my fingers.
“You do like them!” He said.
“Mmmm, they’re lovely,” I agreed, making enthusiastic
noises as I always did when I was eating something my taste-buds took a liking
to.
“Told you so,” he said knowingly, picking up one. ‘You
have to try the cheese next.”
Hmmm. That one looked less appealing.
“Yeah…” I said.
“What’s the matter?” He asked.
‘Nothing… nothing… I’m sure it’s lovely,” I said, and he
laughed at my hesitation.
“Here, let me cut a piece for you!” He said, and he took
up a knife and sliced a thin slab of the brown cheese off. “There you go!” He
said, and handed it to me.
I took it reluctantly. “With- or without waffle?” I said.
He laughed. “That is the question! Try with waffle,
first. It may be better.”
I slowly put the cheese onto the waffle (it soooo didn’t
look like cheese!) and then scarily, put it into my mouth.
I chewed diffidently, tasting it.
I couldn’t handle it, it was seriously too much. My throat
quivered as I realised I had to swallow it. My face must have looked so
distasteful and I choked it down.
Christian looked at me apologetically. “You didn’t like?”
I shook my head, a little guiltily. “Not for me… sorry! I really
do not have the sweetest of teeth.”
“Hey, that’s okay! And you ate it!” He said proudly. “Like
Mark! He hated it, but still ate it! He was polite- haha! You didn’t do a Paul
at least.”
“What did Paul do?” I asked.
“He tried it, though it was revolting, and then ran off to
the sink to spit it all out!” He laughed.
“Ohhh- charming!” I laughed, too. “Ben?”
“Ben… really daren’t!” He grinned. ‘He’s a wimp.”
“Hmmm… weak,” I agreed, feeling proud I’d at least tried
it! “Anyone like it?”
“I do!” He piped up, and I laughed.
“Apart from you!”
“Erm… well yeah, all my family do, and my friends…”
“Your Norwegian friends?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Yep.”
“Christian- does anyone not Norwegian actually like
this?!”
“Um… no,” he admitted, and I burst out laughing.
“Awww, babe! Never mind, eh?” I grinned.
“More for me!” He smiled, cutting himself some aptly.
“Exactly! And the waffles are gorgeous!” I said. “Do
people like them?”
“Yeah, everyone likes the waffles, but not the cheese,” Christian
said, making a combination for himself. “People are strange.”
I laughed. Awwww, him and his waffles! He was so cute!
Hmm, the waffles had distracted me from doing what I’d
planned to do, I suddenly realised… damn! And other thoughts were coming into
my mind now, and I had to work hard to push them away quickly.
We sat in silence a moment, just eating our breakfast, and
I gave him a few shy glances, thinking how amazing he looked. Our eyes met at
one point and I smiled, embarrassed. “Your hair looks all fluffy!” I let out.
He laughed. “Does it?!”
“Yeah…” I finished my waffle, and looked down for another
off the plate, but saw the spread had readily diminished. “Oh- there’s only one
waffle left!” I said.
“You have it,” he said it.
“No- they’re yours!” I laughed.
“But you haven’t had them before!”
“Okay… okay… we’ll share,” I decided, and I picked it up
and edged over to him. “Open wide,” I ordered, and giving me a ‘what are you
up to?’ smile, he did so, and I fed him the waffle.
“There you go!” I said, laughing, as he made “mmphh!”
noises, but ate it all the same. He soon stopped me though, and took the rest
of it.
“I have to feed you now,” he said.
“Mmm, go on then!” I grinned, opening my mouth and closing
my eyes. But instead of waffle, I got something I hadn’t been expecting.
His mouth! He began kissing me lovingly,
letting his sweet tasting tongue touch mine, and surprised but delighted, I kissed
him back just as enthusiastically. We hadn’t kissed all morning, I’d been dying
for this!
The kiss was so good; he was so fantastic. The thoughts
came into my head again, confusing me even more. I’d told him I wanna go slow, I
had!
“Do you think waffles are an aphrodisiac?” I asked him,
pulling away.
“Hmmm, maybe,” he replied distractedly, and pulling me
back to him again to kiss me more.
The more he kissed me, the more I wanted him. I couldn’t
help myself, my feelings were so strong. But there again, I’d look like such a
hypocrite… oh God… he began nibbling my bottom lip and I shivered.
I can’t say no…
He continued kissing me, and I reached up with my hands
and began unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt. I was shaking so much, I couldn’t
believe I was doing this.
Christian felt me doing it and pulled away, looking at me
astonished.
“What are you doing?” He demanded.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I grinned at him and
leaned back in and pushed my mouth back onto his, kissing him strongly, whilst
unbuttoning the last few buttons on the shirt, until it was loose.
But he pulled back from me again, and looked at me, almost
in complete horror. And no wonder- I had no idea why I suddenly wanted to do
it.
But I did!
“Are you sure about this?” He said, holding my hands firm,
looking lingeringly at the unbuttoned shirt on me.
“I’m really sure,” I said to him, and I knew in my
heart that I was.
I reached up and hooked my hands around the back of his
neck. “You can quote me on that,” I said and then brought him down on
top of me, onto the bed, and I let him show me how much he loved me.