Author’s Note: This is an Opie Winston (my very first one!!) mini-imagine written for the Quote Prompt Meme # 33 (as always the quote will be in Italics) as requested by a wonderful Nonny. Hope you enjoy! This imagine is rated a soft M for Slight Smut.
Her patience has run thin. She doesn’t know what it is, if it’s the fact that she got to see her Old Man all of two seconds after getting in from his run before he literally dropped onto the bed and fell asleep, or if it’s he’s been in the same position, sleeping heavily for the last four hours.
She understands he’s tired. Really she does.
But damn it he was gone for a week, and she wants her man. She needs her man.
Tilting her head, she drums her fingers on the mug in her hands, taking him in, and despite her annoyance she can’t help the smile that curves her lips.
He’s so incredibly handsome and because she feels the pull in her core, the pull that only he seems to bring to life in her, she sets the coffee mug on the dresser, and pulls her shirt over her head.
Her hand trails up his leg, fingers dancing over his hip and side until they tangle in his hair, and still the only movement from him is the steady rise and fall of his chest.
“Ope,” she whispers in his ear, lips pressing to the spot that drives him crazy, and yet there is nothing. No sign of him waking, and her annoyance only grows. Eyes narrow, and letting out a sigh she straddles his waist, hands coming to his shoulders and despite knowing there is a real chance of being flung onto her ass, she shakes him, hard.
All she manages to gain in response is an incoherent mumble.
“Really?” she says and rolling her eyes to the ceiling she throws her head back. “Okay mister, you asked for it…”
She starts poking him square in the chest and within a few seconds Opie’s eyes are cracking open to look at her and just when she’s thinking she’s finally gotten him to wake up his eyes are sliding closed again.
“What are you doing?” his voice is thick with sleep making her insides curl tight with need.
“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention,” she’s barely gets the words out of her mouth before she lets out a sound of surprise as he flips her over pressing her into the bed.
“Is this what you had in mind?” he asks face burying into her neck, lips setting to work on raining kisses up and down the column of her throat, making her smile.
“Maybe,” she says but when her hands move to touch him he cuffs her wrists in one hand pulling them over her head and holding firm.
“Maybe? You woke me for maybe?” he asks lips trailing down her chest taking the time to brush over each breast. “Maybe you had this in mind?” His hand dips into her panties, fingers finding her sweet spot making her back arch, a gasp slipping through her lips which he easily swallows by covering her mouth with his.
She lays trying to catch her breath, Opie’s head resting between her breasts. Her fingers trail up and down his back, completely content as her eyes slide shut. She’s on the verge of sleep when she feels Opie poking her hip.
Her eyes slide open to find him staring up at her.
“Thanks for the wake-up call babe,” Opie says with a smile and before she can say anything he’s rolling over so she’s on top of him, a wicked gleam in his eyes as his hands cup her hips. “I’m ready to go again.”
