Another five minutes..
She was curled up on top of the bed where she'd wearily dropped onto it , her knees drawn up to her chest almost like the foetus position, her arms hugging the bed cover almost embracing herself with them. 'Wake me in an hour' she'd said to him.
It almost seemed a shame to wake her, he just watched her for a moment; he moved closer to her, listening to her soft breathing, watching the rhythmical rise and fall of her chest, he studied her form, her hair; dark, slightly tangled, falling to her neck barely visible, her gently curving back leading down to her bottom, prominently displayed due to the way she lay almost hanging off the edge of the bed, her thighs, drawn up to her chest almost, those early years at ballet school meant she was still supple.
Tony began to stroke her arm, he didn't want to shock her, he'd smiled to himself, he'd once thought crashing one of his old drum cymbals was a good idea to wake her up, the look she gave him and the silence for the rest of the day said otherwise.
She began to stir, opening her eyes she smiled, raising her head she sighed and put her head back down on the pillow, she was awake but not eager to move.
Tony softly traced his hands around her shoulders and back, around to her waist and back up again, as he reached towards her shoulder again she raised her arm slightly, the form of her right breast now available to him, he gently stroked it, the thin fabric of her night shirt allowing it's softness to be explored, her nipple, initially soft began to harden
