chnineteen

Greta woke up the next morning to the sunshine falling her face through the open blinds and Eric's arms still tucked securely around her. She smiled to herself and turned so that she was facing him. He also shifted his position when he felt her moving but only buried his face farther into the sheets. She giggled and twirled her finger around a strand of his dirty blonde hair that was sticking up. He made a quick grunting noise and rubbed his face in his pillow, trying to brush off whatever was waking him. She ran her index finger lightly over the outside of his ear and he repeated the motion, trying to shake off the feeling.
"Eric..." she whispered, watching as his breathing once again steady as he fell asleep. She leaned close to him and inhaled the light odor of his cologne that still hung on his hair.
"Eric" she tried again, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He didn't move so she continued kissing him up his jawline toward his ear. Before she reached his ear he turned. moving it out of her reach. She watched him carefully, checking to see if he was pretending, but again, he was sleeping. Pushing her hair off her face, she again leaned down and kissed him on the lips. But there came no response so she pulled back.
"Fine, be that way" she said, pouting, as she scooched away from him and laid down. She covered her eyes from the sun with her hands and never saw Eric peeking at her out of the corner of his eye.
"ROAR!" he yelled, springing out of bed. She screamed as he jumped on top of her, stradling her.
"Eric Brady!" she said, throwing a few feeble punches at his stomach and chest. "You suck"'
"Since you've already gotten your fair share of torturing me this morning, now it's my turn" he said, taking her hands.
"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to pull away but he held firm as he held both of her wrists in one of his hands.
"Just a little of...THIS!" he said, starting to tickle her. She squealed and tried to roll away but his legs kept her firmly in place.
"Eric, NO!" she shouted, wiggling and trying to free her hands.
"No way, not yet" he said, as his fingers ran up and down her ribcage. She kicked and screamed until he stopped.
"Are you done?" she asked, out of breath.
"Almost" he said, leaning over, as he leaned close to her neck. He began licking and nipping at her neck in a way that was extremely ticklish, causing her to jerk her head to try to push him out.
"Eric, stop, NOW!" she shouted, and he pulled away, laughing too hard to continue.
"Got ya back for waking me so early" he said, again resuming his position above her.
"It's not early, it's 9:00" she answered, pointing to the clock.
"Greta, Greta, Greta..." he said, shaking his head. "Don't you know that it's un-American to get up on a Sunday morning before 10?"
"You forget that I'm not American" she pointed out.
"True..." he said. "So I'll let you slip...this time"
"Gee, thanks" she said, sarcastically. "So do we really have to leave this place and go back?"
"I'm afraid so" he answered, running the back of his fingers along her cheek.
"Mmmm, I could stay here forever and ever" she said, smiling up at him.
"I know, me too" he said.
"Let's take just one more walk through the woods before we go" she said, sitting up and reaching for her robe.
"I have a better idea" he said, slipping his arm around her waist. "Let's stay here in bed"
"But Eric, there's so much we could do before we have to leave" she said.
"Same could be said about staying in bed" he said, a devlish smile on her face.
"I don't know..." she said, even though she was already convinced. "It's so beautiful out there by the lake..."
"True" he answered, lying down on his back and pulling her closer.
"But the scenery is pretty nice in here too" she said, her finger running down his bare chest.
"Uh huh..." he answered, concentrating on her slender finger against his warm skin.
"And it's early so it's probably kinda chilly out" she said, knowing perfectly well what she was doing.
"But I'm sure we could make things nice and hot in here" he replied, fingering the edge of her silk jammies.
"The morning sun on the lake is so pretty that it gives me goosebumps" she said, peering out the window.
"I can give you goosebumps" he said, taking her hand and kissing it lightly.
"Plus it rained a little last night so it's probably muddy and I don't want to get dirty..." she continued.
"I can be..." he started, ready to say the word 'dirty'.
"I know, you don't have to say it" she said, laughing at him.
"Plus, there's bugs out there..." she said, losing her train of thought by the way he was looking at her.
"Those damn bugs..." he said, as his hands slid up the front of her shirt to her bare skin. His fingers ran lightly up her silky skin and she closed her eyes to his touch as they moved farther and farther up, lightly brushing up against her breasts.
"Have I convinced you yet?" he asked, causing her to open her eyes again.
"Oh yeah" she said, breathlessly. His hands slid around to her back and pulled her down so that she was resting on top of him. His hungry lips eagerly met with hers as his hands began the journey working on the buttons of her pajama top.