Page 27 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
“Or maybe I needed that to… I don’t know. To feel it all?”
“Hmm, maybe. I’m still sorry, baby.”
“Please don’t be sorry. I wanted it, all of it. Today and the Christmas tree and the spanking and the cuffs, and even your belt. I just wasn’t prepared to feel so much. But Dru, I’m so…”
I trail off. I can’t tell her how I’m feeling. It’s far too soon. And what was I about to say, anyway? That I’m in love with her? That I always have been?
She doesn’t seem to notice I didn’t finish my sentence, or maybe she’s ignoring it. She just pulls my head against her chest and strokes my hair.
“What do you need right now, pretty girl?”
“Just this,” I answer on a sigh.
It’s true. I’m here with her, my skin against hers, and she’s being so sweet with me, so careful. So caring. No one has ever treated me this way.
“Let’s get under the covers,” she says, and I sort of nod, then let her shift my body around, too limp to do much for myself.
She gets under the blankets with me and pulls me close, wrapping her arms around me, one leg slung over my hip, enveloping me in her warm embrace.
I’m so tired suddenly I can barely keep my eyes open. I bury my face in her chest and hold onto her, breathing her in, and close my eyes, basking in the safety of her arms, in the familiarity of her, in what feels like love.
When I wake up there’s the scent of coffee in the air—that and a touch of cinnamon. I hear the rain coming down outside the dark windows. Dru is no longer in bed with me, but it’s okay. I stretch, then yawn, wondering how long I was out.
Dru glances up from her laptop on the kitchen counter and smiles as she gets up and comes over to the bed, then sits on the edge.
“Hi there, sleepy girl,” she says, stroking my hair from my face “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
She’s peering into my face as if she’s trying to figure out the answer before I can respond. She’s so damn cute.
“Mmm, I actually feel pretty good, like I just needed the rest. How long was I asleep?”
“A couple of hours. You were so knocked out, I thought I should let you sleep. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, a little. But I can get up and cook something for you.”
“Nope. Not tonight. How does an omelet for dinner sound?”
“That sounds perfect,” I say, yawning again.
“Let me get you some coffee, then I’ll cook. Do you need a shower, baby? Or a bath?”
I sit up and tilt my chin for a kiss, but she’s waiting for me, her brows raised in question.
“I need you to kiss me first, please.”
She smiles again, those damn dimples creasing her smooth cheeks, and she leans down to give me the demanded kiss. I stroke my fingertips over her cheek, feeling the little divot from her dimple there.
When she pulls back she asks, “Better?”
“Yes, much. Thanks.”
She rolls her eyes, laughing. “You don’t need to thank me for doing exactly what I most want to do.”
“I thought you wanted to make omelets?” I say, teasing her.
“I do.” She leans closer to growl in my ear, “I also want to fuck you again, but that’ll have to wait.”
“Really? Why is that?”
