Rhyley (1): The Morning After
Rhyley Quentin woke up with his arm around the body of Amelie Stoke. He gazed sleepily at the brunette belle in his bed, simply taking in her gorgeousness and the warmth radiating from her bare skin before remembering his dream. It was a shame, he thought, that the name had been Sandra.
Leaning forward he kissed the base of Amelie’s throat, his hand lightly sliding over the curve of her right hip. Amelie made a quiet noise of pleasure as she woke up, her eyelids slowly opening to reveal her deep brown eyes.
“Morning, Rhyley,” she murmured.
“Morning, beautiful.” He kissed her on the mouth. At first he intended it to be a short kiss, but then he reminded himself that, actually, this should, if he were a decent guy, be the last kiss he shared with her and so turned it into a long and deep one, caressing as much of her as was possible without it resulting in more than simply kissing and stroking.
When he withdrew, Amelie smiled at him.
“Yes; morning,” she said, amused.
Rhyley looked down. Which meant that he was now looking at Amelie’s chest. He fought the urge to lose himself completely in her.
“I had a dream last night...”
“You wanna make it come true?” she asked, moving her hand to stroke him teasingly near his crotch.
Rhyley caught her hand and held it gently.
“Not that sort of dream.” He looked up into her eyes. “It was the Wolf Dream.”
Rhyley stroked her face.
“No, no, you can’t help it,” she insisted. She rolled onto her back and gazed up at his ceiling. “So... we...”
“Yeah, we should finish it. I mean, unless you want to wait till I find her in person?”
“Trust you to say that, Rhyley.”
“I really am sorry, Amelie. I’ve had a great time with you, and if I could choose, I’d have had the Wolf Dream about you.”
Amelie turned her head to look at him.
“Yeah, a soulmate who gave you what you wanted all the time - you’d love that.”
“I do hope this one likes a good time.”
“What’s her name?” Amelie asked.
“Sandra,” Rhyley answered. “I’ve got no idea how I’m meant to find her.”
“They say that Fate will make it happen,” Amelie murmured in a tone that was vaguely sage.
“Yeah,” Rhyley agreed, though more acknowledging the fact that that was something ‘they’ said, than expressing conviction of Fate’s intervention.
Amelie sighed, beginning to stroke Rhyley’s chest.
“I should get up, shouldn’t I?”
“I don’t mind,” Rhyley told her, leaning forwards to kiss her again. Amelie put a finger to his lips and shook her head.
“No, Rhyley. I don’t think that’s fair.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted.
“I’m sure Sandra will be great - your soulmate’s meant to be perfect for you, right?”
“I don’t know... Sometimes you really have to work at it.”
“Well, maybe it will be good for you having a girlfriend who doesn’t instantly want to fall into bed with you.”
Rhyley stuck his tongue out at her.
Amelie sat up, sighing slightly.
“I guess we should go down for our last breakfast, shouldn’t we?”
Rhyley nodded, sitting up too.
“I’ll still take you to school,” he told her.
“You’d better,” Amelie said mildly.
“Are we going to stay friends?” Rhyley asked.
“If you don’t turn into an ass.”
Rhyley pretended to look worried.
“A lot of girls already think I am one...”