Hmm, why was he being like this? I was in the house I owned. I now remembered so much more! But, somehow he was managing to have a really bad day. Oh well, I’ll try to salvage as much as I can from this. I don’t want him to have any bad dreams himself. I look at him, with a quizzical glance, “the 69?”
“Yes the 69,” he mumbled and I sighed, yes. I heard what you said, I just don’t know what it is and by that answer I’m guessing...
“You’re not gonna tell me what it is then?”
"Not right now, no."
"Okay, well, I'm gonna get changed while you say goodnight to Alice." I figure that’s why he’s not telling me anyway.
“Okay,” he nodded and walked back upstairs. I smile somewhat and follow, but as he goes into Alice’s room I go into our room. I search through my drawers, until I find something a little disturbing... I have sexy lingerie. Lace, satin, bows and sparkles. My word, whatever did me... was I thinking? I shut that drawer almost as soon as I’ve finished gawping at it and search my other drawers. It’s not that I don’t remember, well, I don’t think I ever knew what drawers I put my clothes in.
I had just pulled off my top when Luca walked in. I looked at him for a moment in hesitation, a little bit of my amnesia still telling me he was a stranger. But, everything I knew said otherwise, I gave him a reassuring smile before continuing to take my trousers off, my nightgown in my hand. It wasn’t one of the lace ones; it was just a simple cotton gown that looked rather short. But I had no longer ones.
He sat on the edge of the bed, tugging off his own top before lying down on the bed. "Sorry I went all weird."
"It's fine, really." I smiled, slipping on my gown over my head. I guess he didn’t have to say sorry, but it was nice to here. I did after all start thinking everything was my fault. He didn’t say anything and as I slipped off my bra I looked at him, a little lost in the awkward silence. “So... you are sleeping with me tonight then?”
"If you want me to," he shrugged. I couldn’t see how he could be tired though, he spent half the journey asleep. I mean, he slept more than what I did and even I’m not that tired.
"I do." I nodded, climbing under the covers and loving the nostalgia feeling I got from them. He smiled slightly and got under the covers as well. Why did he seem so awkward though? Surely that was my place. "So, what is the 69?"
"We give each other head, at the same time."
"Ahh, fair enough, I'm guessing this is a suggestion though. As I can't see you being all that tired." Okay, I was a little conflicted about this. I didn’t feel right with him just yet, but, I was curious with all the past memories I had. But... was I ready?
"No... I'm not really in the mood, sorry," he mumbled. Whew, that was a load of my mind. I tried not to breathe a sigh of relief as I replied.
"I don't mind, I just don't want to fall asleep on you because I know you're not tired."
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll make myself sleep." I wanted to tell him not to do that, that he shouldn’t force himself to do anything like that but instead, I let my instinct coerce me into a different route.
I curled up to him, my head on his chest and ducking under his arm... I did it almost instinctively. Then I reached for his other arm grabbing it, before saying the weirdest thing. "So you don't let go."
He smiled, "I won't let go."
I kissed him ever so softly, not letting go of his arm. "Good and just in case you wake up..." I smiled, a little mischievously. "You're not having your arm back."
He kissed me back and mumbled an, “okay” and I let out a faint whimper and I don't know why, but then I closed my eyes. I wasn't asleep though, even though I felt tired. He tightened his grip on me slightly and I just led, listening to his heart beat. I was so comfortable, so warm. But for some reason I just could not sleep, so I tried to clear my mind; focusing only on his heartbeat... and sure enough.
So, if Luca hadn’t been here, I wouldn’t have slept at all and I wouldn’t be dreaming about him either... thank you.