In Bed All Day

After taking you into the bedroom and thoroughly ravishing you, we lie there now, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still flush and damp with sweat.

I gather you close in my arms, holding you against my chest as I lay on my back, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. My eyes are closed, a contented, satisfied smile on my face as I slowly come back down from the high of love making.

"Damn, darlin'," I murmured. "You're gonna be the death of me one of these days."

She let's out an exasperated breath. "Ha... That's my line, you monster. I'm having a show tomorrow! I'll just be a stumbling mess on stage!"

I laugh huskily at your protest, a smug and satisfied grin spreading across my face. "Damn right, darlin'," I say. "That's what you get for going around lookin' so damn well gorgeous and cute like that, and then wearing a damn shirt of mine, no less. Looking as cute and innocent as a sleepy little kitten. What'd you expect me to do? Just act like a good damn boy and wait patiently for breakfast when I wanna just throw you down on that table and make you scream for me instead?"

"Damn. You look so goddamn gorgeous right now, though, with your hair all mussed from being in bed. Like some damn sexy little dream come to life."

She hits her fist against my chest. "You're a monster."

I laugh again, this time my arms wrapping around her and holding her even closer, nuzzling my face into her hair. "A monster, huh?" I murmur, my voice soft and affectionate. "Is that so, darlin'? I'm the monster when you're the one who wears my damn shirt, looking all cute and innocent, driving me crazy?"

"You're the one who gave it to me!"

I chuckle at her protest, a possessive smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Yeah, I did," I admit, my hands continuing to wander across her body, tracing lazy patterns on her skin in a gentle, idle fashion, the possessive caveman in me taking every opportunity to touch as much damn skin as possible.

"And I'm damn well gonna keep giving you my shirts, if it means you're gonna look this damn cute and sexy in them afterward."

I kiss her forehead with a cheeky grin. "You just look so damn perfect in my clothes."

"Besides. I like seein' you wearin' my shirts. It reminds everyone else that you're mine."

I nuzzle my nose into her hair again, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. "My shirt. My woman. My damn well beautiful, mine, mine, mine..."

She rolls her eyes playfully, her hand reaching up to swat lightly at my chest.

"You possessive bastard."

I laugh, my arms wrapping tighter around her.

"Damn right, darlin'. Damn right."

My lips press gently against her forehead again, leaving a soft kiss there.

"I damn well am possessive when it comes to you. Can't help it. You just look too damn good in my shirts."

She lets out a soft sigh, her fingers tracing idle circles on my chest. "So, what I've learned from this is that I need to stop wearing your shirts if I want to be able to go out in public the day after you..." She trails off, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air between us.

"...if I want to be able to walk the next day." *She finishes.*

I chuckle, my hands tracing a lazy pattern as my fingers move lightly across her skin.*

"You're damn well right, darlin', you definitely damn well better avoid my shirts if you wanna be able to walk the next day, cause I ain't gonna be able to keep my hands off you, you look so damn good in 'em, looking like my damn well perfectly cute and sexy little kitten."

I press another kiss against her forehead.

"Besides, I'm pretty damn sure I've made it clear how much I love you wearin' my stuff."

She chuckles. Then there's a comfortable silence between us for a while before she breaks it.

"Are we ready gonna lie in bed all day?"

"Damn right we are," I murmur, my arms tightening more around her as if I'm trying to pull her even closer, even though her body is already flush and tight against mine. "I'm not letting you leave this damn bed today. You're all mine until the sun goes damn well down tonight."

She laughs at my words, shifting in my arms in an attempt to look up at me.

"What, are you that worried someone will come and see that I'm marked all up by your possessive ass and try to steal me away from you or something? You know I'm having a fashion show tomorrow. Even if they don't call me in today, i still need to practice."

I smirk down at her, holding her still in my arms so she can't move. "You can practice all you want, darlin'... in this bed."

"Nooo. Come on. I really need to practice." She says in a whinny voice.

"Nope," I say, my grip on her only tightening even more, to the point where she can't escape my embrace. "You're stayin' damn well right here with me in this bed, darlin'. I want you all day. I need you all damn well day. No way in hell am I gonna let you out of my sight until the sun goddamn well sets, and maybe not even then. You're all mine, ain't goin' anywhere without me, darlin'."

"Aw, come on. What if I practice here? At your place?"

"Hmmm. Well, that *might* be an acceptable compromise." I say, my hands still moving over her body, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin as I speak.

I let out a sigh, pretending to think about it longer. "With one condition."

"Which is?"

"When you're finished practicing, you're coming right back here, into this damn bed, straight into my arms, and not takin' that shirt off. No takin' it off to shower. Nothin'. You're just gonna keep my shirt on, and let me hold you the rest of the damn well day."

She shakes her head in amusement, her fingers tracing a path up the side of my chest.*

"You're serious, aren't you? You actually still want me to wear your shirt after I'm done?"

"Damn right, I want you to keep it on. I like seein' my woman wearin' my clothes. Makes me feel less murderous and more possessive."

My hands run possessively down her body, tracing a path over the soft curves and lines, leaving a trail of heat on her skin in their wake. "Damn right, I like seein' you wearin' my shirt, with my marks still all over your body and my scent all over your skin."

She chuckles, shaking her head. "I would have thought you're a psycho if I didn't know you."

"I am a psycho, darlin'. A psycho for you. I just can't seem to help myself when I'm around you. I just lose all control, damn it. I get all possessive and crazy and I need to feel you and mark you. Just need to make sure you're all mine. It's just the way I'm wired, darlin'."

She laughs. "You're unbelievable."

As I talk, my free hand moves towards the shirt, my fingers tracing a slow path over the fabric.

"Alright. Let me go, practice." She says and stands up from the bed, trying to get away before I pounce on her again.

I pout, a low, frustrated noise escaping me as I reluctantly loosen my grasp on her. I give her a sullen look, my eyes roaming over her body as she gets up and stands next to the bed, wearing nothing but my shirt.

"Hurry up and do your little practice," I grumble, my eyes lingering over her body possessively. "And come back and let me hold ya again, you little tease."

She chuckles at my sulky expression. "Don't give me that look. It's not like I'm not gonna come right back to this exact spot after I finish."

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest, my eyes fixed on her. "You're goddamn right you are. I ain't letting you out of my goddamn sight for longer than I have to. You better get your adorable little ass back here, or I'm coming to getcha."

She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Possessive, much?" She teases, clearly finding it amusing.

I just grin back, unashamed. "You better believe it. Ain't gonna let you go far, darlin'. Can't risk the chance of someone else gettin' their eyes on what's mine."