[RATED: PG for Mild Bed Activity]

"What time do you have to be there, this morning?" I asked.

"Um. 10:30," came a barely audible voice.

I lay in bed staring lovingly at this adorable man beside me. His hair was a mess, his eyes closed, and an aura of content upon his sweet face. He was wearing nothing but sky-blue pajama bottoms with a little drawstring. He was laying on his stomach, his arms under his pillow, and his head turned towards me. I had turned over onto my side so I could stare directly at him. I spent many mornings like this.

Nathan and I had been dating for nearly a year now, and things couldn't be better. He was working on a new movie and I had a job working as his personal assistant. Which meant I knew what time he had to be at the studio, but I just couldn't resist seeing him go from half-asleep to half-alert, in order to get those little wheels turning in his head, this early in the morning. Cruel, I know, but I'd make it up to him.

Without opening his eyes, he asked, "Are you staring at me, again?"

I could've melted right then and there. Still that barely audible voice, but loud enough to hear. And it took all my strength not to cover him with kisses at that very moment.

"What makes you think that?" I asked, innocently.

"No reason," he replied. "So, it's okay if I roll over and face the other way, then?"

"No!" I said, quickly. "I mean, you look so comfy the way you are. I'd hate for you to have to go through all that shifting and adjusting of the covers.

He smiled. He knew he'd won.

"And so what if I was staring at you?"

"Again," he added.

"Well, I can't help it. Look at you! It should be a law to be that adorable! It's all your fault, you know!" I'd done it now.

He opened his eyes in mock amazement, his jaw dropped and his eyebrows scrunchy. "My fault?! I can't help it if I was born naturally good-looking."

"I didn't say 'good-looking.' I said 'adorable.' There's a difference," I joked.

"There is?" he asked.

"Of course!" I replied, matter-of-factly.

He propped his head up with his hand. "Do tell."

"Well," I began, making it up as I went along, "If a person is good-looking, that means they can get out of bed and go right out in public. If a person is adorable, that means they look good in bed, but they're just not ready for the public, this early in the morning."

"Hey!" he practically shouted. "What's wrong with the way I look?!"

He was sitting up in bed now. The sheet had slipped down the front of his chest, and rested at his waist. We rarely ever had real arguments, so acting little ones out, like these, were always fun.

"Nothing's wrong with the way you look. You look fine to me but I seriously doubt you'd wanna get your picture taken, and see it on the front page of Variety, as long as your hair's standing up at all angles, like it is." I tried not to laugh.

"See if I let you play with my hair anymore," he huffed and scooted back a bit so he could lean against the headboard. "You're so mean to me," he sniffled.

If I didn’t know he was joking, I woulda cried. "Okay, the truth is, I don't wanna share you with anyone else. I want you in my view and my view alone. Especially when you look all scruffy."

He turned his head, as if to ignore me.

"Aw, I'm sorry. I was just kidding. You're both adorable and good-looking." I started scooting closer to him.

"I'm still not letting you play with my hair."

I put on my phoniest sad face, but to no avail.

"Nope." He looked around in the air as if he didn't even see me. He's always been so good at these little games.

"Just one little ruffle?" I asked, sweetly, reaching up for his hair.

"No!" he said, shortly and playfully smacking my hand. This time I laughed, but did well at keeping it contained.

I was laying right against him now, my head even with the middle of his upper body as I was still laying down and he was sitting up a bit. I started creeping my right hand up his stomach.

"I promise I'll be gentle," I said, smiling up at him.

He was looking down at me, knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist as I ran my fingers along his chest and up and down his stomach. He didn't say anything, so I decided to be bold and climb on top of him. I was still pretty much in the same position, only on top of him. My head still even with the centre of his stomach. His legs were apart just enough for me to be comfortable in my new seductive position.

With my hands on his sides, I started kissing his stomach and made a trail of nibbles and kisses down to the drawstring on his pajamas. I took the string between my teeth and started tugging on it, as my eyes were fixed on his. He tilted his head a little, raised an eyebrow, grinned and waved his finger back and forth in a "no, no no" motion. I, in turn, shook my head up and down in a "yes, yes yes" motion. Finally, he let out a small laugh, and that was enough for me to make my next move.

I released the drawstring and scooted my way up his stomach. He gave in and let his hands rest on me as I continued kissing his stomach and chest. When I reached his neck, he put his head back and let me explore. I ran my tongue along his collarbone, nipped at his cute little ears and gently sucked on various spots of his neck. He seemed to be enjoying it, and so was I. We embraced in a passionate kiss before he whispered into my ear.

"Go ahead," he whispered, giving me chills all over my body.

I smiled and ran my hands through his hair as we kissed more forcefully. He knew playing with his hair turned me on, which excited him, so we both won.

Eventually, he rolled me over and found himself on top of me. I was wearing an over-sized tee-shirt that quickly made it's way to the floor, along with his pajama bottoms with the semi-soggy string.

After much love making, we happened to notice the clock was nearing that time where we'd have to drag ourselves away from the bed and get ready for work. But it isn't all that bad. We get to spend the day watching each other from across the room, and stealing an embrace when we're close enough to each other. We have our lunch breaks together, and those moments when neither of us expects the other to come out of nowhere and present a "love-grab."

All in all, work is almost as fun as playtime. But....not quite.

The End

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