IT HAS BEEN THIRTEEN HOURS, FIFTEEN MINUTES, AND THRITY FIVE ... THIRTY SIX SECONDS SINCE THEY LET THOSE WORDS SLIP THAT MEANT SOMETHING DIFFERENTLY THIS TIME. Perhaps it always had been this way, but now the context matters. It has been twelve hours since their clothes had been shed after spilling lost moments between joined lips for a full hour before. Their hands were rushed and shaky, wishing to shuck each other’s clothes off as soon as possible. It has been eleven hours, fifty-seven minutes, and three seconds since her pulse was not in her ears, finally hearing him ask if it was okay instead of the blood rushing through her veins. It has been eleven hours, fifty-seven minutes and one second she she nodded, asking the same as her fingers drew shapes over his chest in hopes to soothe him. She had never been so nervous to do this before. She didn’t want to mess this up, not with him. Not with the man she LOVES. It has been eleven hours, fifty-six minutes, and thirty-five seconds since the ache between her legs finally dissipated after so long.
Eleven hours, fifty-six minutes, twenty-five seconds since his fingers filled her first. It had been a fullness unlike anything else. It has been eleven hours, fifty-three minutes, and ten seconds that she reached her first climax. She can still feel her thighs trembling at something so simple. But it had been Clyde doing it. Eleven hours, fifty-two minutes, and twenty seconds since he proved his fingers wrong in filling her beyond compare. She is certain her mouth hung open the entirety of their time joined together, her hands searching for any part of his body that she could touch. Eleven hours, forty-five minutes, and twelve seconds since they slumped together in a mass of tangled sweaty limbs and rejoined lips. The phrase is repeated between released breaths as they lay JOINED TOGETHER even after he had softened inside of her.
They laid beside each other for four hours, forty-nine minutes, and thirty-four seconds before one of them fell asleep. Half of that time was spent in silence, their skin against each other doing the talking for them. Her fingers found purchase in his dark hair, detangling the knots that had formed from their lovemaking gently with downward strokes. They have fallen asleep in the same bed together many times, they have awoken entangled in each other just as much, but never like this.
Talia sleeps for six hours, thirty minutes, and fourteen seconds, waking earlier than usual. Still, she has never slept like this before. Clyde’s front finds purchase against her back, his uninjured arm slung loosely around her waist. With a pleasant huff at the reoccurrence of their previous night, she shifts to look over her shoulder comfortably at his sleeping form. Clyde even has a pout in his sleep and she hopes she can finally kiss them awake like she has been wanting to for so long. For now, her bladder alerts her that she has to go to the bathroom. It takes her two minutes and twenty seconds to properly shift out of his arms without waking him up, already missing the warmth. She picks a shirt up off the floor and slips it on before making her way to the bathroom. It has to be his with the way it hangs off her body and smells strongly of comfort. HOME.
With the sun well in the sky by the time she wakes, she sets on making breakfast. She already knows what he likes and he’s going to need a big breakfast after what they did last night. Her cheeks heat up at the thought as she grabs what she needs. It only takes a minute and a half to unravel and pop the toast in the toaster. It takes two minutes and twenty-seven seconds to crack all of the eggs he needs and scramble them together to put into a bowl and onto a skillet. It had only taken her three seconds to remember to pull out the bacon and start on it first, the fat already bubbling and sizzling in the pan by the time she’s whisking the eggs. The smell permeates their small abode and it only takes five minutes and four seconds to hear his large feet hit the floor.
It takes two seconds to drink him in. His bedhead is a favorite of hers, black mane skewed all over the place with static and new knots she’ll brush out later. His eyes are squinted, still adjusting to the light that the morning brings. His voice is gruff, deeper than normal with that drawl as he asks:
“Do I smell bacon?”
IT ONLY TAKES A MILLISECOND FOR HER TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN. Her grin is wide, albeit gentle since she has not fully woken up yet either. The coffee brewing lingers with the smell of the bacon, well on the way to the way Clyde likes it most.
“Yup. It’s almost done. It’s gettin’ pretty dark. Go sit, I’ll get your juice for ya in a second.”
