It was early summer and the morning air was cool. Outside small birds could be heard chirping through the open window.
Sheng stretched out and sighed. Gently he tried to claim some of the duvet from Abigail sleeping next to him. He propped himself up a little to look at her and couldn't help but smile. Her silky, dark chestnut hair lay strewn about her shoulder of pail, white skin. He noted the slight purple twinge to the hair that was once gray. Only under pain of death would he ever admit he loved her hair when it had a touch of gray. It was a sign of maturity and dignity that she embodied. He almost resented his ash-blond hair; what gray he had only showed up in his beard. Or what would pass as a beard if he could grow one.
Sheng stretched out and sighed. Gently he tried to claim some of the duvet from Abigail sleeping next to him. He propped himself up a little to look at her and couldn't help but smile. Her silky, dark chestnut hair lay strewn about her shoulder of pail, white skin. He noted the slight purple twinge to the hair that was once gray. Only under pain of death would he ever admit he loved her hair when it had a touch of gray. It was a sign of maturity and dignity that she embodied. He almost resented his ash-blond hair; what gray he had only showed up in his beard. Or what would pass as a beard if he could grow one.
Abigail then stretchered with a groan and rolled onto her back. She opened her eyes and saw Sheng looking down at her and smiled. “Penny for them.” she said.
Her brown eyes, tho looking sleepy, glowed up at him making him want to melt.
He usually hated the question she asked, but she would normally ask almost immediately after sex when his brain was shut down. This time he smiled. An old song had been in his head since he woke up. He smiled and sang:
No man loved like I love you
Wouldn't you like to love me too
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning
She smiled and reached her arms up around his neck and pulled him down and they kissed. Eventually she let him go, tho he only raised up a little. Then rest his forehead on hers and rubbed noses like a kunik. She fluttered her eyes and they could feel their eye lashes rub against each other. This always resulted in both of them giggling. He kissed her again.
“So,” he said with a smile, “Fair is fair. What are you thinking.”
She slipped over on her side to face him. “Two things.” She gave a wicked smile “First, I really would like to love you, too.” she then started to laugh, “But you really have a lousy singing voice!”
Sheng flopped over on his back and almost fell off the bed. He also lost a good amount of duvet.
“Hmph,” he frowned “No one complains on karaoke night.”
Abigail laughed, “That's because everyone's drunk!” She dropped her head on his chest. “So, want to know what else I'm thinking?”
“Is it insulting?”
“No,” she laughed. “I think it's your turn to make breakfast. I want eggs. And bacon. And coffee.”
“You make fun of my singing and now you expect me to feed you?”
She looked up at him and smiled, “You cook better than you sing.”
“Remind me again why I put up with you?”
“Because you love me?”
“There is that.”
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