Post by Shelby on Feb 25, 2016 20:42:38 GMT -5
Chardonnay liked to think that the fact that the sex seemed better that night had been a product of them being on a different bed, of them being on her bed. It was so much more comfortable than his, and for the first time she didn't have to fight with the springs of the mattress in order to fully hear Arthur's moans as they came from his throat and his mouth, turning her on like that never had before with everything thrust he sent to her body. Of course, she knew that the product of their better time that night had been due to the fact that, unlike last time, they held nothing back and let their passion show for the private dance they swung around in together, but she still liked to think that her bed had a hand to play in it too. Of course, though, because something good had to come from her always, right?
She laid on the bed for a moment after Arthur asked her where the trash can was. She breathlessly said it was in the bathroom by the toilet where she pointed in the direction. It took a while for her to catch her breath. It took her a while to finally get the feeling back in her legs so that she could get up and walk over to the dresser that stood on the only walled side of the bedroom. She didn't hardly use the dresser, only storing useless articles of clothing in there that she hardly used since the majority of her clothes were either hanging or folded in her closet that was connected to the bathroom, but she kept her over sized shirt in there, and instead of walking to the closet to grab what she normally would wear for the nights, she grabbed that, pulled it over her head, and without even going to grab another pair of panties, she plopped back down on the bed with a small thud, a relaxed sigh, and a content smile brushing across her lips. She moved some of her mussed hair from her face as she curled herself up under the covers, and as she listened to Arthur's puttering around her condo looking for his bag like he said he would, she found herself drifting off to sleep.
Waking up the next morning with a yawn and with her arm stretching high over her head, Chardonnay slowly brought her arms down and let her hands cover her mouth as she finally opened her eyes and looked around. The alarm clock that sat on the nightstand by her head blinked at ten o'clock in the morning, the normal time for which she normally woke up on on a daily basis. Sometimes she woke up later, usually around eleven, but all within the same time range, really. She shrugged the matter off and let her legs stretch until they bumped against something lightly. Her body stilled until she turned around and faced the other occupier of the bed. Arthur. In her bed. Right. She blinked her eyes at the sight of him sleeping peacefully with his head nuzzled into the pillow, thinking that it was oddly strange for someone to be sleeping in her bed beside her and that that person was Arthur. But then she thought about last night and before her sense could get riled again to where she'd want to wake him up in a way that would, more than likely, cause her to lean over and start kissing his neck or any exposed skin, she shook her head and quietly rose from the bed.
She sighed again and stretched her back, a slight quiver still in her legs but she shook the feeling off and scratched the top of her head. She would rather still be asleep now, curled up in bed, but she was awake now and she had to get ready for work. Sure, she didn't have to leave until one thirty, but still, it took her a little bit of time to get ready, and she wanted to eat. And she'd be damned if she would get anything on the way to the restaurant when she could cook food her own self. She pushed the thought off though and turned her attention back to Arthur, watching as his chest rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of sleep that nearly put a sort of ethereal glow to his skin, something that showed the peacefulness that hid behind the scowl and rigid exterior that stayed compact against his body when he was awake.
Sneering to herself, she rolled her eyes and snorted before she turned and headed to the bathroom. Everyone looked like that when they were sleeping, she thought. Everyone looked peaceful and happy unless they were having a nightmare, and sleeping in a nice bed probably help that fact. No doubt the great sex had something to do with that pleasant look in his face too, and that thought caused her to smile to herself. Yeah, that had definitely been a night to remember...
But eleven thirty she had showered, gotten dressed, and did her hair, and had finished her makeup. She leaned closer to the mirror, allowing the bright lights to shine down at her so that she could properly see that she had applied everything correctly, and after seeing as such she smiled to herself, ran a hand through her hair, and then headed out of the bathroom, expecting to see Arthur alive and awake now, but was sourly surprised that he was still asleep. And it didn't look like he had any plans of getting up either. Oh great... She rolled her eyes at the sight before she turned to the curtains and started to draw them opening figuring that, if anything, this would be a good wake up call. If she was going to be awake, then he was going to be awake too, especially since two weeks ago he so rudely woke her up to announce that his neighbor had heard them having sex. How rude! She needed to get payback, and as she watched his frame shift and as she listened to him groan in displeasure, she couldn't help but smirk. Looked like he was coming back to life. Good.
"Oh please, wake up," she said as she walked to the bed and grabbed the covers. Just as he had done before, she ripped the covers off of his frame and dropped the material as she rested her hands against her hips. "If I'm awake, then you're going to be awake too. My condo, my rules. So wake up! It's almost twelve anyway."
She laid on the bed for a moment after Arthur asked her where the trash can was. She breathlessly said it was in the bathroom by the toilet where she pointed in the direction. It took a while for her to catch her breath. It took her a while to finally get the feeling back in her legs so that she could get up and walk over to the dresser that stood on the only walled side of the bedroom. She didn't hardly use the dresser, only storing useless articles of clothing in there that she hardly used since the majority of her clothes were either hanging or folded in her closet that was connected to the bathroom, but she kept her over sized shirt in there, and instead of walking to the closet to grab what she normally would wear for the nights, she grabbed that, pulled it over her head, and without even going to grab another pair of panties, she plopped back down on the bed with a small thud, a relaxed sigh, and a content smile brushing across her lips. She moved some of her mussed hair from her face as she curled herself up under the covers, and as she listened to Arthur's puttering around her condo looking for his bag like he said he would, she found herself drifting off to sleep.
Waking up the next morning with a yawn and with her arm stretching high over her head, Chardonnay slowly brought her arms down and let her hands cover her mouth as she finally opened her eyes and looked around. The alarm clock that sat on the nightstand by her head blinked at ten o'clock in the morning, the normal time for which she normally woke up on on a daily basis. Sometimes she woke up later, usually around eleven, but all within the same time range, really. She shrugged the matter off and let her legs stretch until they bumped against something lightly. Her body stilled until she turned around and faced the other occupier of the bed. Arthur. In her bed. Right. She blinked her eyes at the sight of him sleeping peacefully with his head nuzzled into the pillow, thinking that it was oddly strange for someone to be sleeping in her bed beside her and that that person was Arthur. But then she thought about last night and before her sense could get riled again to where she'd want to wake him up in a way that would, more than likely, cause her to lean over and start kissing his neck or any exposed skin, she shook her head and quietly rose from the bed.
She sighed again and stretched her back, a slight quiver still in her legs but she shook the feeling off and scratched the top of her head. She would rather still be asleep now, curled up in bed, but she was awake now and she had to get ready for work. Sure, she didn't have to leave until one thirty, but still, it took her a little bit of time to get ready, and she wanted to eat. And she'd be damned if she would get anything on the way to the restaurant when she could cook food her own self. She pushed the thought off though and turned her attention back to Arthur, watching as his chest rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of sleep that nearly put a sort of ethereal glow to his skin, something that showed the peacefulness that hid behind the scowl and rigid exterior that stayed compact against his body when he was awake.
Sneering to herself, she rolled her eyes and snorted before she turned and headed to the bathroom. Everyone looked like that when they were sleeping, she thought. Everyone looked peaceful and happy unless they were having a nightmare, and sleeping in a nice bed probably help that fact. No doubt the great sex had something to do with that pleasant look in his face too, and that thought caused her to smile to herself. Yeah, that had definitely been a night to remember...
But eleven thirty she had showered, gotten dressed, and did her hair, and had finished her makeup. She leaned closer to the mirror, allowing the bright lights to shine down at her so that she could properly see that she had applied everything correctly, and after seeing as such she smiled to herself, ran a hand through her hair, and then headed out of the bathroom, expecting to see Arthur alive and awake now, but was sourly surprised that he was still asleep. And it didn't look like he had any plans of getting up either. Oh great... She rolled her eyes at the sight before she turned to the curtains and started to draw them opening figuring that, if anything, this would be a good wake up call. If she was going to be awake, then he was going to be awake too, especially since two weeks ago he so rudely woke her up to announce that his neighbor had heard them having sex. How rude! She needed to get payback, and as she watched his frame shift and as she listened to him groan in displeasure, she couldn't help but smirk. Looked like he was coming back to life. Good.
"Oh please, wake up," she said as she walked to the bed and grabbed the covers. Just as he had done before, she ripped the covers off of his frame and dropped the material as she rested her hands against her hips. "If I'm awake, then you're going to be awake too. My condo, my rules. So wake up! It's almost twelve anyway."