Page 69 of Pining for Pierce
He offers me his toothpaste, and we both load up our toothbrushes, staring at each other in the mirror above the vanity while brushing our teeth. It’s such an everyday thing to do, and yet it feels so intimate, doing it with someone else. Maybe that’s because we’ve shared so much over the last twelve hours or more. Or maybe that’s just because it’s Pierce who’s staring back at me. Who knows? Who cares? It just feels so good to be here.
“I’m guessing my clothes are dry?” I say as Pierce takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom.
“They will be. I’ll fetch them for you.”
He leaves me by the bedroom door and I wander inside, smiling at the state of his bed. The covers are pushed aside, and the pillows scattered. We may have slept in here, but it’s clear there was more to it than just sleeping, and that thought makes me giggle.
“What’s funny?” he says, coming back into the room, carrying my clothes, bundled in his arms.
“I was just looking at your bed.”
He glances across the room, and turns to me, smiling himself now. “Looks like we had a good time.”
“We did, didn’t we?” I gaze up at him and he drops my clothes and pulls me into his arms.
“We had the best time, babe.”
That’s good to know, and I lean up and kiss him, pulling away before either of us can turn it into something more. Pierce bends, collecting up my clothes again, and carries them over to the bed.
“They’re all kinda tangled up,” he says, and I join him, pulling my jeans away from my t-shirt. My underwear is caught up inside my top, and I retrieve it, dropping it onto the bed.
“I don’t think I’ll wear that,” I say, shaking my head.
“The underwear?”
“Yeah.” He raises his eyebrows, trying not to smile.
“Oh?”
“It might be dry, but it’s not clean.”
“No. I see your point,” he says, pretending to be serious, even to the extent of faking a frown, right before he pulls me into his arms. “Is going without underwear something you do often?”
“No. I’ve never done it before.”
“Well… there’s a first time for everything.”
“I noticed. Although I doubt this will be as exciting a first as last night’s.”
He tips his head. “Maybe not… but I’m sure we can make something out of it.”
“I hope so,” I whisper and he chuckles, pulling me closer still.
“You can count on it, babe.”
He holds me for a moment longer, and then lets me go, so we can both get dressed. My jeans feel a little strange when worn without panties, but it’s okay, and not at all uncomfortable.
“Would you prefer to wear a clean t-shirt?” Pierce asks from the other side of the room.
“I don’t have one.”
“You can borrow one of mine.”
He grabs a pale gray one from the shelf and tosses it over.
“Thanks,” I say, smiling at him, pulling it on over my head. It’s kinda long, but really soft and comfortable, and I straighten it slightly before I turn to face Pierce, who’s still over by the closet, pulling on a pair of stonewashed jeans.
“You’re not wearing any underwear either?” I say, observing his bare ass as he pulls them up, and he turns around, grinning at me.
