When I wake up, it's not because a pair of arms have slipped around me at some point in the night, it's because those arms are loosening a little. I blink groggily, wondering whose arms are around me, and for a moment, I think it's Cayden. I don't know why I think that, or why a small bubble of hope fills my chest, because the rational part of my brain is going "hey, he's in hospital, it can't be him. It wouldn't be, even if he wasn't laid up in hospital, because he fucking hates you, remember?" but just for a moment, rationality has no hold.
And then the little bubble of hope bursts, and I blink again, turning slightly.
"Hadley?" I ask, my voice sleepy and hoarse for a moment. I don't know why I feel the need to ask. Who else would it be?
"Mmm?" at that I hum slightly and relax again, closing my eyes. "What was that for?" he asks, sounding confused.
"Nothing," I mumble, nuzzling his neck slightly. He hums another "mmm" at that and kisses the top of my head. Smiling, I realise full well that I am very likely to fall asleep again just laid here like this in his arms.
"Aww, is baby tired?" he asks with a gorgeous little laugh. Lifting my head for a moment so I can see the blush I want to cause, I peck him on the lips.
"Not as tired as I'd like to be, gorgeous."
"I've never met anyone who wants to be tired," he says and I laugh slightly.
"I'm sure you could figure out why," I smirk, snaking one hand over his waist and south. He had his fun with me yesterday, now I'm going to have my fun. He shifts uncomfortably and I smile, moving my hand back up to his hair instead. "I'm joking, silly."
"Worst cover story ever," he laughs a little and I just close my eyes, still smiling and playing with his hair. I hear him take a deep breath and then his lips are on mine. My eyes open again as I kiss back, wondering where he's going with this. A small smile pulls at his lips.
"No weirdness." I smile back.
"Maybe it won't take you fifty years after all," I murmur.
"Maybe more like fifteen."
"That's okay. I won't be an OAP in fifteen years time."
"Could've fooled me," he smirks and I scowl.
"Watch it, Hads. Keep that up and I might just rape you."
"Ooh, I'm scared." I grin and push my hand back down his body.
He tries not to squirm as he says: "You're all talk."
"Am I?" I ask, putting my hand on his hip, where I toy with the elastic of his boxers threateningly. He bites his lip and nods. I smile and kiss him, slipping my thumb into his boxers. I'm in the mood to see just how far I can push him. He keeps biting his lip and trying not to squirm and I laugh softly. Withdrawing my hand, I pat his cheek as I sit up.
"I win." I nod, hiding a smirk, making to get up before moving him into the middle of the bed so I'm straddling him. As he chuckles, I let my smirk show.
"Like Caleb's never done that to me." Oh, but Hadley, I'm not your hyper, ginger friend. I lean down, putting my hands on his shoulders as I press my lips to his, soft at first, but I push harder, nipping at his lower lip. He kisses back. "Still not exactly beating Caleb."Mmm. Not yet. I kiss him again and move one hand down, not messing about this time as I palm him gently through the thin fabric of his boxers. He kisses back and kind of squirms beneath me as I rub a little harder, determined to work up a boner.
He bites down on his lip harder than before and mutters an "ow". I brush my thumb gently across his lip and smile slightly.
"C'mon, Hads," I murmur in his ear, "just relax."