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"Because your core body temp has to be, like, four hundred degrees."
"You're an ice demon, then," he shot back. In response, she pressed her cold nose into the crook of his shoulder, earning a yelp from Colin in return.
"Let me steal your warmth," she whined, wiggling her toes.
"There are better ways to get warm," Colin purred, turning June so her back was to his front. He draped his arms over her shoulders, tucked her ass against his crotch. He pressed delicate kisses to her neck as he began to rub her arms, goosebumps prickling across her skin.
"I see at least one part of your body is a morning person," June said, shifting her lower body to press against his not insignificant morning wood.
"I'd wake up at 3 am for this," he responded, one hand sliding down between June's legs, parting her with nimble fingers.
"My favorite alarm clock," June mumbled, turning her head to kiss Colin. Their movements were lazy, sleepy, and eventually June's body began to slowly build to gentle, rolling waves of pleasure - so different from the lightning strikes she experienced last night, but no less wonderful. She felt Colin move, reach into the handy bedside drawer. She heard crinkling, Colin's hiss as he touched himself and slid a condom on. Next came the uncapping of a bottle, rubbing hands, then Colin's newly moistened fingers skimmed her sensitive self, slipped inside her body, preparing her. Returning to his position behind her, Colin guided one of her legs up slightly, shifted his hips, and then he glided in.
"Fuck, June," he grunted against her cheek. He turned his head, ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, then began to move, staying with the slow, steady rhythm. June pressed back against him, their movements subtle and untroubled, almost serene. An umbrella of ease descended over their two bodies, as whispers were sent back and forth between their lips.
"Good god, your hips," hissed into her shoulder.
"Colin, right there," gasped into his pillow.
"I'd die in these curls," mouthed into June's hair.
"Harder, I'm so close," bit into Colin's arm.
"June."
"Colin."
Afterwards, they lay in bed together, drawing designs over each other's bodies with their fingers, trying to guess what the other had drawn. A Pictionary game of skin.
"Okay, my turn," June said, and Colin flopped over on his stomach. A few swipes of June's pointer finger, and then she waited for his answer.
"I have no idea," Colin said, puzzled.
"Ugh, I'll do it again."
"Still nothing."
"Fine! It's your weird ass coffee thingie. Can you make some?" June rested her chin on Colin's back, resisting the urge to sink her teeth into his back muscles. She did need to actually get out of this bed at some point.
"Yes, darling," he replied. "I'll make coffee." June got out of bed, stretched, and rooted around on the floor for a shirt or a sweatshirt - god, Colin just threw clothes everywhere - and finally found one of Colin's and shoved it over her head. Popping her head through the collar, her hair flew in every direction as she met Colin's eyes. They were heated and she could tell exactly what he had on his mind.
"No," she said, tugging on her sweats. "We have things to do and you have to work."
"Boo," Colin pouted. "Work is stupid. Sex is better."
"I agree, but coffee please?" June walked into the kitchen, almost kicking Muir when he leaped off the bed for his breakfast. She heard Colin grumbling behind her along with the sounds of him getting dressed, before he joined her in the kitchen. They moved around each other in a pleasant way, comfortable with each other's bodies in the small space. Colin reached above her, rooting through his collection of mugs until he found the one he was looking for, added cream, then poured coffee into the mug. He handed it to June and she felt like the grinch, her heart growing three sizes.
"Let's go out tonight," Colin said.
"Well, of course we're hanging out tonight, you fool."
"No, like let's leave this place. I want to take you out for a real date."
"The picnic and the hike were, like, the best dates I've ever been on," June admitted.
"Yeah, but, I want to take you out. Before…before this -" Colin ran a hand through his hair, unable to finish the sentence. He took a generous sip of coffee, then continued. "Before you have to leave."
June's good mood - the endorphins from sex, the buzz of caffeine - evaporated immediately. She stared down at her coffee mug, this one reading What's In This Makes Me Poop and found her perfect escape, her chickenshit way of escaping this difficult conversation that Colin kept dancing around and June kept running away from. She sat down at Colin’s tiny kitchen table and continued to look at the mug until Colin joined her at the table.
