Saturday Morning

The sun peeked through the curtains, hitting her face, fairly early that Saturday morning. Opening one eye she let out a soft groan and then then stretched, yawning quietly. Sasha rolled over and saw the body laying next to her; she looked over at Will and smiled slightly. Although his back was to her, she could see that he was relaxed, one of the few times she'd ever seen him that way. His breathing was quiet and even. She did love these mornings that she got with Will, even though they were few and far between.

Sasha considered herself a close friend of his, even though she didn’t see him as often as she would like. She had managed to catch up with him at the bar last night and the two talked. Even though he seemed as sad as always, she could listen to him talk for hours. He vented to her about his life, his niece (whom he adored even though she left legos all over the floor) and his mother. She listened intently, offering up advice here and there and just being a comfort to him.

Her friendship -- she wouldn’t exactly call it a “relationship” -- with Will mostly consisted of meeting him when she could on Fridays at the bar, drinking, and going home with him afterwards. Sasha knew she didn’t have much time with him, but the time she did have, she cherished every second of it.

She laid back on the pillows with a sigh to get her bearings. She stared up at the ceiling for a bit. Then sitting up, she stretched, yawning again, letting the blankets fall from her body. She quietly swung her feet to the floor, careful not to disturb him, and padded softly to the bathroom. Hearing her moving around in there, the sound of the faucet turning on and off, Will woke up. He slowly raised his head from the pillows and rolled over. When she came out, he was sitting on the side of the bed, looking out of the window.

“Hey, you,” she called to him softly.

He looked over at her standing in the doorway. “Morning.”

She saw his eyes rake up and down her body, taking her in, barefoot in just one of his shirts. He smiled. She lived for those smiles. They seemed to light his whole face up and some of the melancholy seemed to melt away.

“What time is it?”

She glanced at the clock. “Ten til nine.”

He nodded. She still had time with him before she had to leave and he motioned for her to come back to bed.

Walking over to get back in bed, she passed his side and she felt his hand reach out for her. The next thing Sasha knew he was pulling her down on his lap. He laid back, taking her with him, then he rolled her over so he was on top of her. She could tell he was in a playful mood this morning, as he began placing kisses all over her face, his hands roaming over her body. She let out a giggle, which turned into a squeal when she felt his hands stop and he began to tickle her. He knew just where to get her too, right below her ribs. She laughed until the tears were falling down her cheeks.

“Okay, okay, I give!” She gasped.

He let out a chuckle and let her go. They both laid back, catching their breath, or so he thought. She reached behind her, grabbing a pillow, and swung it at him. He ducked and tried to grab it, but she was too quick for him and managed to land a hit on him the second time. He grabbed his own pillow and took a swing back at her. She started laughing as she got up on her knees and backed away, making him miss her by a few inches.

Throwing his pillow aside, he made a lunge for her and, managing to duck her latest swing with the pillow, pulling her down again. He got her pinned under him again, laughing and kissing her some more. She struggled for a bit, but soon was able to get her legs around him and flip him on his back.

“Ha!” She shouted triumphantly to his shocked face.

Then, like he did with her, she began peppering his face with kisses, moving back slightly when he tried to kiss her lips. When he let out a small whine at this, she smiled, and then placed a smacking kiss on his lips.

“I win.” She said kissing him again.

“You win.” He agreed.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, deepening the kiss.

After a minute she pulled away to catch her breath. She looked down at him, gazing into his brown eyes and smiled. He smiled back, moving a bit of her hair away from her face.

“You want breakfast?” She whispered.

He shook his head no. She nodded; she didn’t want to leave him so soon anyway. Glancing at the clock again, she sighed and shifted to his side. The two turned to face each other.

“Hey, thanks again for, you know, last night,” he told her softly.

“Anytime.”

She brought her hand up to his face and caressed his cheek, feeling the rough brush of his beard under her palm. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, a look of contentment spreading across his face.

He pulled her close to him and she snuggled up to his side, twining her legs with his and resting her head on his chest. Taking her hand in his, he entwined their fingers together. They both stayed like that for the rest of the morning; wrapped around one another, talking to each other softly of nothing and stealing kisses here and there.