That Vegas Weekend Renewed Pt 3

Whitney cooked a small meal for the two of them after they climbed out of the shower. They sat and talked over dinner, sharing a bottle of wine they had found in thefridge. The jet lag began to get the better of Michael and he began to grow tired. He built a fire and they sat together on the love seat, cuddling and finishing the rest of the wine.

Whitney was telling him about some of the events in her life since they had seen each other last. She glanced over at him in the fire light and found he had drifted off to sleep. She sat there for a moment, a small smile playing upon her lips. His breaths came in deep silent wisps and extended sighs as he exhaled. Whitney sat and watched him sleep, the wine glass still dangled from his fingertips.

She took the glass, drank the last sip of wine and set the glass on the floor. She laid her head upon his chest and curled her legs up on the love seat. She could hear his steady heartbeat as his arms wrapped around her. She was afraid she woke him but he never stirred, it must have been instinctive. His heartbeat and the dancing red and orange flames lulled her to sleep as well.

Although Michael was used to getting up early. The flight and his other activities caused him to sleep in. Whitney on the other hand woke up bright and early. She got up off of the love seat and laid a blanket over him. That same small smile crept across her face as he curled up in search of her in his sleep. Whitney took off her nightgown and dressed herself in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

Stopping for just one more glance at his relaxed and handsome face, she grabbed her keys and headed for the local market. Whitney walked the isles trying to figure out what he would like to eat. She remembered him saying something about having a sweet tooth. She had the most wonderful idea and began to collect items for breakfast. The last thing she grabbed before leaving was a purple scarf from the small selection of clothing.

Michael awoke to the smell of strong coffee brewing, he could smell food being cooked. He just laid there on the love seat not wanting to let her know he was awake. He could hear her humming to herself, Michael got up and tried to sneak into the kitchen. Before his foot even fell on the cool wooden floor, Whitney stopped him in his tracks without even turning around.

“Go back in there, remove those dirty clothes and climb into bed. I will bring your breakfast there, love.” Whitney said. With her back to him, Michael never saw the evil grin or the sparkle in her eye. He did as he was asked and went back into the main room. With his clothing on the floor near the bed, Michael slid under the sheets and waited patiently.

Whitney came in with a cup of coffee and a small tray with sugar and cream. As she approached the bed, she stumbled forward and spilled a small amount of coffee on the bedspread. “Oh clumsy me, I must have tripped over your clothes. I had better get that blanket and that cover sheet in the wash.” She set the tray and the coffee down on the night stand. Then she pulled the blanket and sheet from the bed leaving Michael sitting against the pillows, with nothing there to cover him.

Michael made his cup of coffee with a slightl smirk, thinking about how cute she could be. Even her slight clumsiness was endearing. He took a sip of his coffee, its strong taste and aroma awoke his senses and he began to realize something was amiss. Her humming had ceased, she offered to serve him breakfast in bed and then took the blankets after tripping on his clothes. Michael looked beside the bed, his clothes were right where he had left them. She could not have tripped on them.

Whitney walked back into the room, a big smile on her face. In one hand she held a purple scarf, in the other she held a small black sleeping mask. She approached the foot of the bed with a wicked grin playing at her lips. She crawled up the foot of the bed, sat across his legs and leaned forward to kiss him. Whitney let her fingers slide between their bodies and began to gently stroke him. She raised his arm slightly above his head and tied it down with the scarf.

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