Turning over to find warmth really must be the meaning of true comfort. Rose had really always felt this way. She was unfortunately unaccustomed to having any warmth, anywhere. Other than the discomfort of living in a tediously holiday-destination, textbook subtropical climate, that is.
But this afternoon she had David to turn to, to wrap herself up in comforting things. Four months of knowing he was there for her, and she still hadn't really gotten used to warmth.
But no matter; Rose turned to face David, even though he was paying attention to the television and probably wasn't aware that she was less tired than she'd appeared when they'd got in. She lay close to his back, filling her mind with his warmth and her playful, as-yet-unformed desire. She wanted to undress him to see his reaction, but in a fleeting brain-shock of resistance, she quietly stood up and went to the fridge. She heard him turn his head to see her not there, and then turn back to whatever they were playing at four in the afternoon. She wondered if anything worthwhile ever happened in the mid afternoon. Pulling her clothes off as quickly and quietly as she could, she spotted some sort of chocolate bar type Christmas themed sweet, probably lying about it's 'back by popular demand!' label, probably invented in November as yet another seasonal marketing ploy, but she grabbed it anyway. Chocolate never went astray. It was the second half of David's double-take, he turned again, to make sure he'd not missed her, then called her name. She responded by appearing in the doorway in her lingerie and holding chocolate.
She fully appreciated his chuckle at this, as she stood against the bed, collapsing onto it on her wide-apart knees. She reacted to his reaction more than she reacted to her thoughts; it was always so much more fun that way. He came as though to kiss her, but she instead fed him chocolate - something at which he smiled. Her hands were warm enough that even after He'd taken the sweet from her, she had a thick layer of it on her fingers. This she licked off, instantly wishing she'd instead spread it on his body. Messy, and more steps, but who wants foreplay to be efficient? She kissed in a snaking line from his left collarbone to his right hip, trailing chocolate intentionally. He gently pushed her to remove his trousers. She'd planned for this, planned to tease him, but certainly not refuse him.
"But Davey, I've got to clean your chest off first, see? You're all messy." She grinned as he looked down at himself and his expression changed from confusion to mock horror, the transition being a smile.
"Oh I see. Yes, you do that. However did I get so dirty?"
She traced little circles with her tongue on his soft skin. Nibbling with her lips but not her teeth. This time she went in an orderly way, right hip to left hip, upper left hip to belly button, belly button to ribs, (5,-4), (3,0).... Very neat, but the movements of her tongue still teasing the hell out of him. When she reached his neck, she kissed his chin, his cheek, his lips for a while. He fiddled with her bra and she laughed at him, wrapping her legs around his, pushing and sliding against him, altogether too slowly.
His patience struck her as admirable, though her past left traces of a girl who felt inadequate when unable to tease a man into giving into his desire. She disregarded her own worthlessness almost instantly, however, as -if she had David's love- she had value. She felt his mood change and she smiled at him with love that she knew showed mostly in her eyes. She half hoped he didn't notice.
"Oh, whatever do you want?" She teased, her voice a little sticky with trying not to brake composure,
"This." He sighed, gesturing at her body. She felt that he only said this because he knew that she wanted him too. He probably assumed more so, as he acted like admitting desire was admitting defeat, most of the time.
" You're welcome, then." She breathed, undoing his belt as he'd already requested. Rose was used to longing for her boyfriend. Months apart so early in the relationship ensured that she did not need to give in to her urge to just pull down his trousers enough to slide on top of him and that be the end of it.
She could kiss him first. Kiss him at least. Perhaps even take his clothes all the way off, she wondered? Yes. She wanted him completely undressed. She found his body more beautiful than he knew she did.
As she looked over him, (it felt luxurious - a blessing) she even managed enough composure to slip off her panties, rather than slide them to one side which was sure to stretch and stain them.
