In which our hero wakes up happy only to find matters still in motion
Elgin woke up feeling euphoric for a reason he could not at first put his finger on. The he realized that he was lying on one of his room’s two beds with a warm someone else spooned up against him. The headache that Cutter and the Iffrit arguing had given him was gone, the subtle strawberry scent from Elena’s hair filled his nose, her regular breathing gave him a feeling of completeness he’d rarely felt. One arm was under the pillow her head rested on, the other was draped across her waist.
They were both fully dressed, the bed cover under them rumpled by their exploratory kisses and gentle stroking. She had been ready, willing to go further, but he needed to show her that there was more to his love than that and Elena had been more than happy to explore with him.
*I hate to break up the cutesy little day dream but there is someone on his way up to this floor with a machine pistol and bad intentions,* Cutter was grumpy.