Page 61 of Campfires & Canines
"Hazel, should I get Sable?" He sounds truly panicked now.
"No, it's okay,” I reassure him. “I'm fine, it'll stop."
"If it doesn't stop bleeding soon, I'm getting her."
“Sure,” I say, replacing his hand with my own.
He stands again, returning shortly with medical supplies in hand. Cautiously, he replaces the towel with a bandage and wraps it tightly, twisting the gauze under my opposite arm. “You should rest.”
I scowl at him. “I’m pretty sure we were still in the middle of something.”
His pouty frown kills my hope of any more action tonight. I huff. “Let’s go to bed.” He grabs my hand, leading me towards his bedroom.
“Sounds good to me,” I say, trying my best to flirt. No reaction.
We pause in the bathroom. He leans me against the sink, grabbing a warm washcloth to wipe down my still-healing tattoo.
“Thank you,” I say. He reapplies the moisturizer. “Does this mean I get tattoos whenever I want now?”
His mood stays somber, but he answers, “You get anything you want.”
“Oh?” I lift one eyebrow.
“Starting tomorrow.” The corners of his mouth start to curve.
Happiness bubbles up in me. Tonight may have gone a bit awry, but we have tomorrow. And forever.
He tugs me into the bedroom and tucks me under his comforter. The space is cozy but mostly empty.
"Now, rest," he commands.
"Fine.” I tug his hand, pulling him down beside me. "Promise me something."
"Anything." He nuzzles into my hair, kissing behind my ear.
"Don't leave me," I whisper, feeling silly. "I don't like waking up alone."
"I finally get you to myself all night. I wouldn't miss this for anything." He pulls me flush against him, his arms wrapping around my bare chest. I sigh blissfully.
I wiggle my ass against him. He's hard against my backside. Unfortunately, he loops his arm over mine, pinning me down more thoroughly before I can reach for him.
"You agreed to rest," he purrs.
"I want to touch you." I try to sound sultry and it must work because he twitches against me.
"I'll happily let you. Tomorrow."
"You're going to have to make this up to me."
"I can't wait to." He presses a final kiss to my temple.
His hands stroke down my arm and back up, soothing me. I relax into the mattress, relishing the feel of his fingers gently massaging my scalp and then caressing down my spine. I’m asleep in minutes.
Slate
We’re twisted around each other. She’s using my arm as a pillow with her leg draped over mine. As soon as I move, her eyes pop open. A languid smile spreads across her face. It's moonlight hitting my skin. I'm drawn to her like my own personal gravity.
She hooks her leg higher over my hip and nuzzles into my neck.
