Pirouette

15: How Deep Is Your Love?

• Is, ah... PG-16 a thing? •

The next morning when Fiona woke up, she couldn't remember the last time she had slept this great. But she knew exactly why she had slept well.

Adam still slept soundly next to her, his arm wrapped around her middle section as it had been almost all night. She remembered waking up once and finding him pulling her closer to him when she had somehow managed to scoot away on the already cramped bed. He had gently kissed her shoulder, but then drifted off to sleep again.

It was such a strange feeling. She felt giddy and infinitely calm all at once, like she wanted to jump his bones but at the same time she wanted to lay there for another whole decade. She was exhausted from yesterday, but it had been the greatest night of her life.

Smiling to herself, she snuggled closer to Adam and laid a hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat thump all that potent love he kept in there. He was such an amazing person... how did she ever get lucky enough to be here? Why did he even like her? Would she ever be enough for him? How could she ever match his energy and emotions? Whatever this was, would it even... last?

She had just started overthinking things when Adam suddenly stirred and mumbled something incoherent. Slowly shifting, he then opened his eyes and looked around until he found her. And then, just like yesterday, a tired grin evolved on his whole face.

"Holy shit, it's a good morning," He said and rolled on to his side, capturing her face with his hand. Fiona grinned back, but for some reason blushed. It was so weird... being here with him, like this. But it felt so nice.

"Uhm... good morning to you, too," She whispered back and covered her mouth to hide her morning breath. Adam chuckled and grabbed that same hand and dragged it away.

"You've gotta be kidding yourself if you think I'm not gonna grab a stinky morning kiss from you. It's part of the experience. Get used to it."

"Ew, Adam, nooo..." She protested, but couldn't help but laugh when he did. He moved closer and kissed first her cheek and then the other, but then moved down and covered her lips with his own.

Fiona's eyes fluttered shut by themselves, and she couldn't help but give in. She was still so new to kissing, but Adam made it all so... easy. He kissed her gently and swept her tangled hair away from her face, rolling her onto her back to kiss her properly. Fiona shivered and wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. She almost didn't care that they both probably had terrible breath. He was right. It was what it was, but it was needed.

An involuntary wince then went through her when his body started pressing down on hers. Her bra, which she had slept in, was digging right into her ribcage and the clasp was gnawing between her shoulder blades. Adam noticed her discomfort.

"I'm sorry, am I hurting you?" He quickly pulled back, removing his weight from her body. "I didn't mean to squash—"

"It's my bra," She told, shaking her head. "Not you."

"Oh," He looked relieved for a moment, but then glanced down. "Do you want to change? I have a shirt you can borrow."

Fiona shook her head. She was so nervous, but... she didn't want to borrow a shirt from him.

But she did want her bra off.

"Will you help me with this?" She nervously whispered. It was strange. She wasn't shy as such... or maybe she was? Or maybe, it was because of the reaction she was scared of getting. Being rejected, or being told he didn't want to...