Sleep

By Bridgid

Neither one of them were very graceful as they arrived home. Jack and Bridgid propped each other up as if they were more buddies than a couple but it wasn’t uncommon for them. They sure knew how to have fun together in more ways than one.

Padding up to the bedroom in her stocking feet, Bridgid left the door ajar. She expected him to be right behind her but when she turned to look he was no where to be found. Slipping out of the dress she wore to the wedding and into her robe she made her way back downstairs to find him sound asleep in the recliner. It struck her funny that he was worn out before her. With a smile and a shrug she kissed his brow then she placed a crocheted afghan over him.

"I love you, you old salt." she said as she kissed the tips of her fingers and touched them to his lips. "Sleep well."

A few minutes later she was in the shower enjoying the warmth. They both had more than their share of libations but she was well on her way to sobering up at this point. There was no doubt in her mind that she’d sleep well. She was tired after all of the excitement. It was a long day, though very fulfilling.

Bridgid dried off and went to bed.

It had to be three or four in the morning when he woke, not knowing exactly where he was. Was he dreaming? He called her name. "Siren?"

Yes he was asleep but something felt out of place. He was in his home, on land but he was alone. What’s wrong with this picture? The room was dark and his head was a little fuzzy. He wondered why she didn’t wake him, why she left him sleep in that blasted chair as he was.

Jack got up, leaving the afghan fall to the floor. He undressed as he walked doing the same with his clothes. His glorious linen shirt was the last thing to come off as he pushed the door to their room open.

What he saw would forever remain in his mind. She was lying across the bed, cradling her head with her arm. The open window provided just enough moonlight for him to see that she was wearing something he bought for her. Black and sheer, it hugged her body close enough to show every curve. The darkness of the material had enough of sheen to it to appear a sort of second skin, like the hide of a panther. He could hear her breaths steady and deep indicating she was somewhere off in the land of nod and though he had no wish to disturb her , the sound of his heart beating threatened to do so. He needed her now.

"Bridgid." he said in that low velvety rumble so laden with desire that it made the hair on her neck stand up before she was even awake. Her eyes opened slowly and she rose from her sleep. Pushing back to sit on her thighs, she smiles softly at him.

"My beauty." he hummed as he sat on the edge of the bed. Brushing his fingers through her hair he dropped a hand to her shoulder and lowered it until the tips of his fingers traced her breast.

"Will you make love to me?" he asked

She laid her head into the crook of his arm and blew a warm breath over the fine blonde hairs there. The feeling of his body as he encircled her in an embrace made her coo softly.

"Someday, Jack, you will ask something that I will answer no to, but not tonight. Not tonight.