A Bed, A Bug, and A Backache
Nora awoke the next morning trapped under Bo's leg, his arm thrown across her chest, and his warm breath in her ear. Some things never change, she thought. He always did take more than his share of the bed and the covers… Still...she couldn't help feeling at complete peace being trapped once again in his arms...in his life.
She turned to see his face as his soft breath fell on her cheek. Graying temples, shadow of a beard, silver hair on his chest...he was beautiful.
But reality was...her left side was going numb. She tried to wriggle free but couldn't, so she watched him sleep a little longer before lightly brushing his tousled hair off his forehead with her other hand.
"Bo?" she said softly. He slept on peacefully.
She took her fingertip and ran it gently across the ridge of his ear. He moaned, brushed it away with his hand, and continued to sleep on…
I could have some fun with this, Nora thought, grinning to herself. She took her finger and lightly touched his ear again. He brushed it away again. The finger returned...lightly treading the outside of his ear, then dipping ever so gently inward. She removed her hand quickly as Bo reached up to rub his ear. The finger returned, this time lightly touching his eyebrow then tracing the bridge of his nose. Bo rubbed his face vigorously before opening his eyes to find her innocent face just inches from his disgruntled one.
"Good morning," she said sweetly.
"Mmmm...would be if that damn fly would stay out of my face…" he murmured sleepily.
"Fly?" she asked innocently. "I've been awake for a little while now and I haven't seen any flies…"
"Well, there's one in here," he grumbled, "keeps crawling on my face…"
"Aww," she said sympathetically, "you mean like this?" she asked reaching up again to trace the top of his ear.
His eyes popped open. "You're bad," he mumbled.
She giggled. "And I'm also completely numb along my left side. You're pigging the bed. Scootch over a little."
"Can't...it's this mattress. It's not very supportive...I've been fighting it all night. Then when I was finally getting some good sleep, I had a 'fly' pestering me!" he said tugging her closer. She started laughing and then squealing as he tickled her and nuzzled her neck with his morning stubble.
"ENOUGH! STOP! ... BO BUCHANAN!"
"You could always dish it out but you can't take it!" he said continuing his quest while she continued to screech beneath him.
"This isn't even a fair fight! My left side is completely numb, I tell you! Now stop it!" she laughed, slapping his shoulder playfully.
He pinned her down so she was unable to move. She blew upward in an attempt to get hair out of her face.
"You finished fighting? Or do you want more?" he asked looking into her deep brown eyes. "Admit it...I'm the victor this time. Uncle. Say it...say 'Uncle'"
She tried to squirm but couldn't move.
"Uncle?" he asked again.
When she didn't reply, he shook his head. "You are sooo stubborn," he said as he began tickling her again.
"OKAY! OKAY! STOP!"
"UNCLE?" Bo repeated.
"UNCLE" she finally sighed, none too willingly.
"About time." Bo grinned, then kissed her. "That's your consolation prize. But, I win breakfast. You cook," he said pushing himself up to get off the mattress then pulling her out by the hand.
They stood next to the bed, Nora holding the bedpost as her tingling legs awoke. Bo shook his head.
"Look at that!"
They looked at the bed...the mattress bore a striking resemblance to a taco shell, dipping in the middle and high on both sides.
"My back will be killing me by the time this trip is over," Bo remarked.
Nora gave him a teasing look, "Well," she said, "we'll just have to perform some back rubs and...other activities...to keep that back limber, now won't we?"
"I like your thinking, Red...so, when do we start?" he asked reaching to pull her into his arms again.
She avoided his grasp as she limped to the kitchen. "Later Mate, we have a boat to catch."
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