He threw her on the bed. She was half conscious from the alcohol. She made a small moan, but didn’t move.
He told her to get comfortable, to take off her clothes, whatever made her more comfortable.
He brushed his teeth, changed in the bathroom, put on his deodorant, and crawled into bed with her. He put his arm around her, grabbed her to move her closer.
He couldn’t stop staring. He felt her legs with his other hand. Swept his hand across her face and then through her dark brown hair.
His hand then moved to her hips, around her stomach, then a small feel on the butt. Yes she was wearing lace.
He let out a sigh, tug on the panty just a little, and opened his eyes.
She made a whimpering noise, he looked at her face. Hair was sheltering her eyes. He gently pushed aside the hair. He stared at her. He watched her eyes roll under their lids.
He touched her cheeks. It felt smooth and warm. One more time.
His eyes wandered toward her panties. He clenched his jaw.
He took her shirt off, gently enough to not wake her. She was exposed. Red bra to match the red lace. He explored her once more for a brief moment.
He got out of the bed. She made another noise, he turned his head, with his back still facing her.
He grabbed a one of his shirts from the small closet.
He sat her up, her head flopped with gravity, and her eyebrows furrowed in discomfort. He held her in his rough hands.
Like she was a baby, he slowly put his shirt on over her limp body.
He laid her down, one hand under her head to ease the fall.
She went back to her small moans of satisfaction. He looked at her. She looked so content. He smirked, touched her cheek one last time.
He turned off the lights, slunk back into bed, pulled her in, and caved her with his arms. Rested his chin on her head.
He didnt know what changed his mind, but he had a feeling that she was worth keeping around. He had a feeling he couldn’t explain.
He wanted to have her to protect. To lay next to every night.
He wanted to fall asleep with her next to him, with that face of beauty and contentment. No one else made him feel this way. It was her vulnerability that attracted him, a vulnerability that he needed to protect. For as long as he could.