Songs About Jen
- Sunday Morning -
The rain hammered against the windows and roof, Jen stirred as one particularly annoying drip got louder. She groaned quietly and cracked her eyes open. The strong arm of her bed companion clamped down on her, rendering her immobile. She smiled as she collapsed back down, snuggling into the hard chest that she fit so well against. She shifted, getting more comfortable and earned herself a sharp intake of breath from behind her, she smiled again and continued to shift.
"Stop wriggling." He groaned, his voice thick with sleep, he pulled her closer to show her exactly what her wriggling was doing to him.
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
She tugged on his arms, trying to disengage herself from his tempting arms. He squeezed, pulling her closer to him,
"Nope, not going." He muttered against her skin, she craned her neck round to look at him.
"Jethro, I have things to do today." She protested, his answer was to squeeze her tighter.
"It's Sunday and what if I leave and forget how to get back here? You'd be sorry then." He murmured. She stifled a snort.
"Jethro, don't be ridiculous, if you can make your way here blinding drunk, you can make your way here sober," She struggled against his arm. "Jethro...really, I have things to do today, I can't lie in bed all day with you." He looked at her with a wicked grin and she rolled her eyes, turning away from him once again working at the hands that were clamped around her waist.
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
"It's still dark outside." He reasoned. She turned towards the window. It wasn't dark, it was getting light. He turned them both until he was positioned above her and she let out a defeated sigh.
"5 minutes." She said, as he lowered his head to hers and kissed her, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue, running a hand down her side, his finger tips exploring even though he knew every inch of her body, and he could navigate his way around it in pitch black.
"It takes longer than that Jenny."
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
She arched into him; his hand grazed lower and worked her thighs apart. She sighed and clutched at him as he teased, working her into a frenzy before inching his fingers into her agonizingly slowly. He loved the feel of her under his hands and the look she shot him as he withdrew his hand. He loved the look on her face she realized that he was maneuvering himself onto her, and the noise that escaped her throat as she slid into her.
"Take it slow." She whispered as he began to move and right now he could deny her nothing.
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
"You need a shower." She said as she lay on his chest, her fingers winding into his hair, her eye lids fighting a losing battle against gravity. He caught her hand and kissed each fingertip.
"You're all I need."
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
FIN