Runaway Bride, chapter 9
When it was over, Tre and I just lay there under the covers, staring at each other and panting slightly. Tre smiled one of those goofy, after-sex smiles at me and brushed a sweat-soaked lock of hair off of my face.
"That was nice," he whispered. I laughed softly as he wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my face into his chest. I didn't want to fall asleep; I didn't want to ruin this moment in all its perfection.
"Don't fall asleep," I whispered to Tre. But when I looked up at him, his eyes were shut and he was snoring softly. I chuckled and kissed his chin, which was beginning to grow stubbly, as he hadn't shaved in about four days.
I lay back down and fell asleep.
I awoke to a loud banging on the door.
"Wake the hell up, you two!" boomed a loud voice that couldn't have been anyone but Dave's.
"No," Tre groaned. "Not now..."
I laughed. "You are such a lazyass. It's..." I checked the clock"... Already 8:30."
"Exactly," he replied, rolling over and pulling the sheet over his head. "Which is precisely why I'm going back to sleep." came his muffled voice.
I poked his ribs, and he screeched. "You scream like a girl." I informed him.
"So do you."
"Do you have a point?"
"No. Just that I'm not getting up."
"Oh. I see." I bit my lip, stifling a grin, and began tickling his sides until he finally cried, "Okay! OKAY! Just fucking stop!"
I laughed as Tre climbed out of bed. "You definitely know how to wake a guy up," he muttered.
"You're welcome."
"Get over here," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
"They're waiting for us," I reminded him.
"They can wait a little longer." He ran his hands through my hair and kissed my lips.
"Mmmmph." I pulled away. "I'm getting dressed now."
"Fine," he pouted.
"Do you think I should just wear Lola's clothes from yesterday?"
"Whatever. You'll look sexy, no matter what you wear."
I looked at him. "Really?" I said with mock shyness.
Tre laughed. "Yeah. Really."
So we got dressed and met Dave and Lola in the kitchen.
"Well if it isn't our two favorite runaway houseguests!" Dave grinned.
I shot him a surprised look, but Lola said, "Oh, don't mind him. He wouldn't know a decent sense of humor if it bit him on the ass."
"Shut up, woman! Like you know anything about intelligent humor!" Dave came up behind her and smacked her butt, hard.
"Shit!" She grinned at him. Tre cleared his throat. "Ah yes," Lola suppressed another smile and turned to us. She gestured at some boxes on the yellow table in the middle of the kitchen. "For breakfast, we have cereal, cereal, or... Cereal."
"My!" Tre said sarcastically. "What variety!"
"Well, excuse me for not being a five-star gourmet restaurant." Lola replied.
"You're excused." Tre smiled, sat down, and poured himself a bowl of cereal.
"So what are ya'll gonna do today?" Lola asked us.
"Uh..." I looked at Tre. "Whatever..."
"Yeah." Tre took over. "I thought about looking for a job, around here. And calling some people, see how that works out."
Lola nodded. "What kinda job are you thinkin' about?"
Tre shrugged. "Don't know." he mumbled around a mouthful of cereal.
Just then Dave called out uncertainly from the living room. "Uh... Tre? Tre, I... Uh... I think you better come see this."
"That was nice," he whispered. I laughed softly as he wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my face into his chest. I didn't want to fall asleep; I didn't want to ruin this moment in all its perfection.
"Don't fall asleep," I whispered to Tre. But when I looked up at him, his eyes were shut and he was snoring softly. I chuckled and kissed his chin, which was beginning to grow stubbly, as he hadn't shaved in about four days.
I lay back down and fell asleep.
I awoke to a loud banging on the door.
"Wake the hell up, you two!" boomed a loud voice that couldn't have been anyone but Dave's.
"No," Tre groaned. "Not now..."
I laughed. "You are such a lazyass. It's..." I checked the clock"... Already 8:30."
"Exactly," he replied, rolling over and pulling the sheet over his head. "Which is precisely why I'm going back to sleep." came his muffled voice.
I poked his ribs, and he screeched. "You scream like a girl." I informed him.
"So do you."
"Do you have a point?"
"No. Just that I'm not getting up."
"Oh. I see." I bit my lip, stifling a grin, and began tickling his sides until he finally cried, "Okay! OKAY! Just fucking stop!"
I laughed as Tre climbed out of bed. "You definitely know how to wake a guy up," he muttered.
"You're welcome."
"Get over here," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
"They're waiting for us," I reminded him.
"They can wait a little longer." He ran his hands through my hair and kissed my lips.
"Mmmmph." I pulled away. "I'm getting dressed now."
"Fine," he pouted.
"Do you think I should just wear Lola's clothes from yesterday?"
"Whatever. You'll look sexy, no matter what you wear."
I looked at him. "Really?" I said with mock shyness.
Tre laughed. "Yeah. Really."
So we got dressed and met Dave and Lola in the kitchen.
"Well if it isn't our two favorite runaway houseguests!" Dave grinned.
I shot him a surprised look, but Lola said, "Oh, don't mind him. He wouldn't know a decent sense of humor if it bit him on the ass."
"Shut up, woman! Like you know anything about intelligent humor!" Dave came up behind her and smacked her butt, hard.
"Shit!" She grinned at him. Tre cleared his throat. "Ah yes," Lola suppressed another smile and turned to us. She gestured at some boxes on the yellow table in the middle of the kitchen. "For breakfast, we have cereal, cereal, or... Cereal."
"My!" Tre said sarcastically. "What variety!"
"Well, excuse me for not being a five-star gourmet restaurant." Lola replied.
"You're excused." Tre smiled, sat down, and poured himself a bowl of cereal.
"So what are ya'll gonna do today?" Lola asked us.
"Uh..." I looked at Tre. "Whatever..."
"Yeah." Tre took over. "I thought about looking for a job, around here. And calling some people, see how that works out."
Lola nodded. "What kinda job are you thinkin' about?"
Tre shrugged. "Don't know." he mumbled around a mouthful of cereal.
Just then Dave called out uncertainly from the living room. "Uh... Tre? Tre, I... Uh... I think you better come see this."
