Tease

                                    

                                          
I woke to a soft light escaping through the curtains.  
It was late, later than usual at least, and I missed the sound of the birds that normally brought me to consciousness.  
"Iago?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.  
Getting no response I turned onto my side, relief flooding through me at the sight of him beside me. 
I suddenly felt stupid. Why had part of me been expecting his side of the bed to be empty? 
I watched as he lay there, chest rising and falling rhythmically, his right arm bent back over his head with his left resting on his bare stomach. The soft tendrils of light that illuminated the room reflected off his features, giving him a soft of angelic glow.  
He was breathing softly, but despite the peacefulness I normally associated with sleep, there was a frown pulling at his brows. 
When consciousness finally came to him, it wasn't peaceful either. The transition was more of a sudden jolt, and when I moved to place a soothing hand on his arm, he flinched violently, eyes scanning around the room frantically before coming to rest on me. 
"You okay?" I asked stupidly, desperate for some reassurance that he wasn't as terrified as he seemed. 
"Yeah." He cleared his throat that was rough with sleep. "Yeah."  
He paused for a moment, running a hand over his face before lifting his arm for me to slip under. 
"Bad dream?" I asked, glancing up at him as I traced his collar bone with my finger. 
"Something like that." He mumbled, placing a kiss on my head.  
We lay there silently in the dim light for a while until eventually his racing heart began to slow. 
"Get dressed." He spoke suddenly. 
"What?" 
"I'm taking you somewhere." I laughed sleepily but obeyed, stretching as I got up, unable to hide my smile as Iago's eyes raked over my naked body.  
"You want a picture?" I asked cheekily. 
"Yes please." He drawled, sitting up against the headboard to get a better view. 
I rolled my eyes, heading over to my closet to pull on a pair of panties as well as some shorts and a top. 
"Where are we going?" I asked, climbing back onto the bed beside him. 
I couldn't resist leaning forwards to lick a line up the centre of his abs, grinning as he puffed out a frustrated breath of air when I pulled away. 
"Always so many questions." He rolled his eyes, leaning up to kiss me. 
I grimaced, pulling away.  
"Morning breath." He rolled his eyes again and let his head thump back against the headboard. "And besides, you still need to get changed." 
"You'll take an hour in the bathroom. I'm going back to sleep." He grumbled, pushing himself down the bed and pressing his bruised face into the pillow.  
"Does that not hurt?" I asked, laughing as he grumbled something intelligible before picking up my wash bag and heading into the hall. 
As I walked towards the bathroom, I couldn't help but replay the events of last night. The way he'd shown up out of nowhere had felt like a movie and I still felt as though it had all been a dream.  
It all seemed so foreign, the way he'd come to me of all places, the way he'd touched me, made sure that I knew he was there for more than just sex. 
I splashed water over my face, unwilling to think past the rose-coloured events of last night and look deeper into the fact that no matter how honest he seemed to be about some things, there was always that lingering undercurrent of things left unsaid. Things he didn't quite trust me with yet.