I Have An Objection! [ Levi x OC ] [ Moderate Editing ]

Ch. 6: Unexpected Sunday Mornings (editing)

". . . That may be all I need. In darkness she is all I see."

"Fuck."

"Come and rest your bones with me. Driving slow on Sunday morning. . ."

"Jesus Christ, where's the button? Dammit . . ."

"And I never want to lea--"

"They think they're so funny, playing Sunday Morning, on a Sunday morning. Oh, that's rich. Not that I care, but you know, go them. Whoo. Round of applause for those creative geniuses down at the radio station."

The bed creaked, footsteps faded, the bathroom door was shut and reopened minutes later. A bird was chirping outside the window, or maybe it was a pigeon cooing at the morning sun. Who actually cares what it was.

I rubbed my eyes and laid my head back into the mattressto relieve my pounding headache. The exact time we fell asleep was a mystery to me, probably sometime around eleven o'clock. All I could remember, for the most part, was Levi dragging me back to his place and the familiar scent of spices and vanilla.

The bedroom door clicked, but no sound emanated in the room. I didn't bother checking if Levi was in the room; that was answered when the bed dipped and a weight was pushed onto my back.

"Come on, wake up," Levi urged, straddling me with his knees pressed near the sides of my chest. "I have to get ready for work."

"Ten more minutes, my head hurts," I complained, feeling around for his legs and patting the bare skin. "And go put some clothes on."

"Oh I don't know, maybe I want to go to work like this," he replied sarcastically.

"That's disgusting, get off of me."

He brushed my hair away, kissing the nape of my neck and pressing his lower half against me. "Wakey wakey, let's go make breakfast."

"I swear to God, Levi, it's too early for this shit," I groaned out, pulling a pillow over my head.

"Let's. Go. Make. Pancakes." Every word was spaced out in a seductive manner, causing my wrists to pulse with heat.

"You go make pancakes, I'm not hungry."

"So you don't want to make breakfast with me?" he inquired, whining. "Or is it pancakes? Do you not like pancakes? How about waffles? I bet you like waffles."

"You must not have heard me," I retorted as sweet as I could. "I said I wasn't hungry."

He exhaled a sigh and traced his fingertips down my spine slowly. "If not breakfast, then what do you want to do?"

"I would like to go back home."

"Is that, what you really want, Roxanne?" He began to whimper, a helpless sound I had never heard escape from his throat before.

"You won't let me go to work, and I'll be all alone when you leave," I said, removing the pillow and placing it under my right cheek. "People are probably getting worried, thinking I got kidnapped last night."

"Basically what I did," he remarked, lifting himself off of me and falling back onto the bed. "This is technically like Taken."

I rolled over to face him and positioned myself against the headboard, questioning, "Oh my god, what are you going to do? Call my friends and ask for a ransom?"

"Yeah, of about two dollars," he answered vaguely, sitting up and crossing his legs over the bedsheets.

"Fuck you," I responded, reaching over and poking Levi's nipple on accident. "I'm worth way more than that."