On a sigh, I walked back out into the bedroom and snagged one of Renny's t-shirts out of his drawer. He was taller than me, but not by that much. So the t-shirt was not a dress on me; it came down maybe two inches past my crotch, covering my hot pink pantie-covered ass. It wouldn't matter anyway; I would be under the covers, pretending to be asleep.
So I brushed my teeth, washed off my makeup, turned down the lights, and climbed in the bed, laying as close to the edge as was possible without falling off, curling up, closing my eyes, and spending the next two hours overthinking.
Sometime around midnight, the door opened and closed quietly and Renny walked around to his side of the bed, picking up the remote and turning the TV on before grabbing some things out of the dresser and going into the bathroom to shower.
He came back smelling even stronger of that scent that always clung to his skin. I didn't dare look. The room had a glow from the TV that I could see even with my eyes closed. He would know I was awake. So I stayed as still as possible as he climbed under the sheets, shifted around for a couple minutes, then fell asleep.
And I knew he was asleep because he was right, he talked.
I moved slowly, sitting up, watching him for a long minute, his face almost seeming more severe in sleep- likely because it was lacking his frequent easy smile. The fact that his dream must have been a dark one probably didn't help. His voice was low and dark, most the words coming out mumbled, but I could make out curses here and there and the occasional deep, pained growl of "no".
I reached into the nightstand and pulled out my old Gameboy, climbing under the sheets like a tent to muffle the sound, and played as Renny tossed and turned.
"You catch anything good?" his sleep-groggy voice asked, making me start so hard that I actually dropped the Gameboy onto my lap. My head jerked over to find him under the sheet with me, his light eyes shining even in the dark.
Feeling oddly caught, I yanked the sheets down until they fell down to my hips. Renny appeared in the television light too, still watching me.
"Forgot something," he murmured a second before I felt his fingers tracing near the inside of my knee and slowly start gliding up, making my belly go liquid immediately.
"I, ah, yeah, Ash packed me. She obviously forgot to... Renny," I warned as his fingertips whispered up and slid in toward my inner thighs.
"Not what I meant, but it's a nice fucking bonus," he said as his finger touched the edge of my panties where it met my hip then slid across the waistband then down just slightly. I expected to feel him press between my lips, to stroke his finger up and find my clit and put an end to the throbbing sensation there. Instead, he snagged the Gameboy I had utterly forgotten about and lifted the weight off of me, pulling it up and turning it off.
"Oh, right," I said, my voice a little airy.
He arched up, balancing on one arm and moving over my chest to put the thing down on the top of my nightstand, taking his sweet time about it. Then, just as slowly, his head turned to look at me looking, I was sure, for some sign of objection.
As much as I wanted to muster some, I couldn't.
"Forgive me yet?" he asked, voice a low rumble.
"I..." I started, swallowing hard against my dry mouth.
"Not yet, huh?" he asked, lips twitching slightly as he moved back to my side, but closer, his whole front against my whole side. "Let's see what I can do about that then," he said, promise in his eyes.
His hand reached out and brushed my hair off to the side, touching the logo on the front of the tee. "I like you in my shirt," he told me as his hand flattened and moved to the side, completely covering my breast and squeezing with perfect pressure, making me arch up slightly as my air rushed out of me.
God, it had been so long since I had been touched. And I had wanted him from the first time he smiled at me with blood in his mouth, as crazy as that was.
His thumb and forefinger found the gently hardened bud of my nipple and rolled it, sending a jolt of need so strong between my legs that I had to press my thighs together to try to ease the desire.
"Sensitive," he murmured as his fingers pinched the point slightly before his hand moved across my chest to give my other breast the same attention.
By the time his hand slid down my belly, I was pretty sure I had never been more turned on in my life. Every nerve ending was poised, was receptive to even the slightest of touches. His hand pressed down hard on my lower stomach that already felt oddly heavy.