Sneaking

Lucien tipped over sideways next to me. His body glistening under a sheen of sweat as he slipped out of me and flattened on his back shoulder to shoulder with me. He reached over with his arm opposite me and cleared his own head to reach mine. Massaging my scalp thoughtfully as he eyed the ceiling.

“Thank you for that.”

I cast him a long look.

He was saying it like it’d never happen again.

Like he already knows what I’m up to.

He can’t possibly, I haven’t even fully worked out a plan.

As the night was descending and the light from the porthole dimmed. Casting dancing shadows over the wood floor of the Captain’s Cabin, I heard Lucien’s breathing deepen.

He's asleep. I was deeply thankful for that. Relaxed from the loving and enjoying his pampering as he stroked my hair, I was near to falling into slumber myself. I’d been fighting to stay awake.