This Bitch Just Blew Me Away

Lizzy woke up the next morning next to Austin. She opened her eyes a little and took in the dim light in the room. She could still hear the rain outside and she groaned. This storm wasn’t going to let up any time soon, and she didn’t like it. She thought about getting out of bed, but hesitated when she remembered how much effort it took to lift her body out of bed. She didn’t want the movement to wake him up. So instead she rolled over slowly and let out a sigh as she listened to the rain.

“You don’t have to stay in here for my sake,” Austin said then without ever opening his eyes, giving her a start. She looked at him with a little bit of annoyed panic.

“You don’t just start talking out of nowhere, you scared me half to death,” she whined. He smiled to himself still with his eyes closed.

“I hear you shifting and sighing, and I thought you’d like to know that you can get up, I’m awake anyway,” he said. She groaned at his ignoring what she’d said. She took a breath then and worked her way into a sitting position before looking back towards him.

“Would you like some breakfast?” she asked. He opened his eyes a little bit this time before closing them again with a slight grin.

“You’re gonna make me breakfast?” he asked.

“You let me sleep in here all night while I was acting like a chicken shit little girl,” she said and rolled her eyes. “It’s the least I could do.”

“I didn’t do it expecting something in return, babe,” he said.

“I should do something for you, after interrupting your sleep like I did, running in here like a crazy woman over a little lightening,” she said.

“I don’t expect you to make for everything I do for you, Lizzy, that isn’t why I let you sleep in here last night,” he said and looked at her. She huffed and put her fingers through her hair.

“Austin, don’t try and pretend like my pregnant stomach wasn’t in your way all night,” she insisted with frustration. He rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t even notice it, I promise. You know, Lizzy, baby, usually I’d be overjoyed to wake up in the morning with a beautiful woman in my bed,” he said, “but the stubborn mule act is kind of a buzz kill.” She looked at him then with wide eyes.

“Abeautiful woman?” she asked gently with a little bit of a blush showing in her cheeks. He smiled at her then.

“Yes,” he said. She looked down as her blush darkened and spread across her neck and chest and she smiled slightly to herself through her embarrassment. She’d never in a million years expected him to say something like that to her. No man had ever called her beautiful in her life.

“Liar,” she said and cleared her throat before attempting to hide her enthusiasm at being called beautiful. “I’m hardly pretty.”

“I didn’t say you were pretty, and from over here, you are beautiful,” he grinned. Lizzy rolled her eyes and laughed in that same attempt to hide her enthusiasm and embarrassment.

“You must be blind,” she said and looked down at her legs under his blankets. He laughed to himself.

“I can see everything perfectly,” he said.

“Well either that or you’ve got morning wood,” she said.

“If I had morning wood it would be because there is a gorgeous woman in my bed wearing some shorts and a tank top,” he grinned. Now her blush darkened so much she could feel it burning red on her face as she continued to look down at the blankets.

“Why are you being so nice, Austin?” she asked then with a little bit of her accent shining through in her words. He ran his finger tips over her arm slightly as he thought of what to say to answer that question. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, because in the couple of months that he’d known her and the two weeks he’d lived with her, he found something about her that he couldn’t describe.

“Because it’s the truth, Lizzy,” he said and smiled genuinely.

“I’m nothing of yours, you know for you to be calling me pretty and such,” she said and looked down. He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not trying to impress you, Liz. I meant what I said, every word of it.”

“Are you sure you don’t have morning wood?” she asked then and looked over her shoulder at him. This earned another raspy laugh from Austin. She glared at him and took hold of his blankets before jerking them away from his body. Austin sat up and took hold of the blankets in less than a second and shot her a look.

“Jesus Christ, Lizzy!” he exclaimed. She looked at him with narrow eyes. He rolled his eyes at her. “Are you really that interested in my dick, Lizzy? I’ve got to know, because if you are then I should be excited,” he said. Her jaw dropped then and she gave him and appalled look.

“You are disgusting!” she cried. Her face, neck and chest were now burning red with both anger and humiliation and she was working to keep herself from smacking him.

“I’m not one stealing the covers to look at your crotch!” he protested.

“I only did it because you were laughing at me,” she pouted.

“You were already concerned with my morning wood,” he said. Lizzy looked down with more humiliation. Now she was disappointed in the way she’d behaved. He sighed and put his arm around her shoulders. “I don’t,” he said. She looked at him with confusion.

“You don’t what?”

“Have an erection,” he said. She frowned and looked away again.

“This is starting to feel awkward,” she said.

“I just thought I’d clear it up, so that you know that everything I said to you was true, rather than based around my penis,” he said. She nodded and looked at him with her blush still burning hot and red on her skin. “But I mean, if you’d like you could always give me one,” he grinned cockily. Her jaw unhinged with fury and she hurried out of his bed.

“I hate men! All of you!” she cried as she started out of his room. He laughed and watched her as she stormed away with her nose turned up.

“Breakfast would be great, baby!” he called after her just before she slammed his bedroom door shut. He laughed again before getting out of bed and going into his bathroom to take care of his business. After finishing in the bathroom he left the room and went downstairs and into the kitchen, still dressed in only his boxers. He was a little surprised to see Lizzy setting a frying pan on the stove and starting the coffee pot. He figured after the mood she’d left in she’d be locked in her bedroom with no intention to speak with him the rest of the day.

So he stood in the entry way of his kitchen, watching her from behind with a smirk. He couldn’t help but take in her shape, because even with the addition of her stomach, her body was nicely curved in perfect places. Her legs were firm and nicely shaped, and her torso, despite her pregnancy, was very well built. Even as much as it embarrassed her, he couldn’t help himself being attracted to her.

She turned around then and noticed him staring at her and again her cheeks flushed red. “What are you doing, staring at me like a pervert?” she asked with embarrassment shining through as a motive for the question. He smiled and stood up straight as he’d been leaning against the wall. “You look like a serial killer waiting to get me or something,” she huffed.

“I was just watching you get everything set up to make breakfast,” he shrugged.

“Why aren’t you wearing clothes?” she asked with annoyance.

“Why aren’t you?” he asked and observed that she was still dressed in the shorts and tank top. She frowned.

“I’m wearing shorts and a tank top,” she said and stuck her tongue out.

“I’m wearing shorts, and I’m a man, I don’t have tits to cover,” he said. She looked at him with her mouth open.

“Why are you so vulgar about everything?”

“Because it bothers you,” he grinned as he passed her to get to the coffee pot as it buzzed. She frowned and watched him pour himself a cup of coffee. She followed the tattoo of a vine down his right arm and she took a breath.

“Why does that thing say broken?” she asked then. He looked up at her and then turned to lean his back against the counter tops.

“It’s a song of Hinder’s from a long time ago,” he said. She frowned.

“Why is it that particular one?” she asked.

“That’s the one that meant the most at the time,” he shrugged. She sighed and nodded a little bit before observing his other tattoos. On his left arm there was a bouquet of purple calla-lilies on his shoulder and a large circular tribal sort of thing on his inside bicep, with another symbol tattoo on the other side of the flowers. On his forearm he had a large cross over a blue daisy, the word “Passion” from his elbow to his wrist, a red treble clef with the word love across the bottom, another swirly symbol thing, a small wing on the side of his wrist and “Jami” in cursive letters under the blue daisy. His knuckles on his left hand had three black hearts and a red heart on his ring finger.

“Don’t they hurt?” she asked. He laughed and shrugged a little bit.

“Not too bad,” he said. “You don’t have any?”

“No, my father would turn over in his grave,” she said. He laughed.

“You really care about that?” he asked. She shrugged.

“I don’t know if I do or not, but I just never got around to getting a tattoo. I had my nose pierced for a while, but I took it out a few years ago,” she said. He nodded and took a sip of his coffee. “I guess I’m not much of a rock star.” Austin laughed then.

“Are you trying to be?” he asked. She looked at him and shrugged.

“I guess not,” she said. He smiled.

“They aren’t for everybody. Cody doesn’t have any…but it’s because he’s still afraid his father will kill him,” he laughed. Lizzy laughed too and put her fingers through her hair. Her baby kicked her in the ribs and she winced a little bit. “You’re alright?” he asked with some concern.

“She’s just kicking me is all,” Lizzy said and placed her hand over where the baby had kicked. “Would you like to feel it?” she asked then. He stared at her for a minute without knowing what to say.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said. She rolled her eyes. “I just don’t want you to feel weird with me putting my hands on you.” She again rolled her eyes and took hold of his wrist before placing his hand over the place where her baby was kicking. She placed her hand over his, applying slight pressure so that he could feel the baby.

“If it was going to make me uncomfortable I wouldn’t have asked if you wanted to feel it,” she said and the baby kicked three times under their hands. She looked in his eyes then and she couldn’t help but return his smile. “Isn’t it amazing?” she asked.

“Amazing,” he repeated, still holding her gaze. There was a sudden energy between them and he couldn’t look away from her. Then a crash of thunder boomed over the house and she screamed before throwing herself around him, causing him to laugh out loud and put his arms around her. “I won’t let the thunder get you, Lizzy,” he taunted. She smacked him on his back as she pulled away from him.

“You’re so mean to me,” she pouted and went back to making breakfast.

“Oh come on, Liz, don’t be mad. You know I was only teasing you,” he groaned. She shot him a glare and started cracking eggs into a bowl.

“Jerk,” she said. He frowned and set his coffee cup on the counter before running his hands down over both of her arms and back up in a rubbing motion. She tensed a little bit before relaxing at the friction between his skin and hers. “Austin, stop that, you’re making it hard to think you’re a jerk,” she whined. He laughed.

“That’s the point, Elizabeth,” he said. She frowned.

“It feels nice, you’re distracting me,” she whined as he started to massage her shoulders softly. “Stop it,” she laughed as her neck was ticklish.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked. She thought about it for a minute.

“I don’t really want you too, but if you don’t I’ll never get breakfast made,” she said.

“Fine,” he said and let go of her. “I’ll stop then.” She sighed a little bit and looked over her shoulder at him.

“I really enjoyed it though, my back does hurt,” she said. He smiled. “This kid is growing too fast, it makes everything sore.”

“Well, I’ve heard it’s all worth it in the end,” he said. She laughed and nodded.

“Maybe, we’ll see,” she said and continued making breakfast.

“What are you making?”

“Eggs, and bacon,” she said. “I don’t think you have any stuff for pancakes or nothing.”

“Did you look for stuff?” he asked.

“No,” she confessed. He laughed.

“Maybe you should do that,” he said and she frowned at him.

“Are you not happy with eggs and bacon?” she asked.

“I’m happy with it, I’d just be happier with something else to go with it,” he grinned and she rolled her eyes.

“Men are such pigs,” she said and opened up the cupboards to find some pancake mix. She huffed when she saw the blue bag of pancake power on a top shelf. Austin had taken a seat at the table and he watched as she came and took one of his chairs back into the kitchen before standing up and going after her.

“Don’t you dare climb up on that chair, Lizzy,” he said firmly. She ignored him and set the chair in front of the cupboard before putting one foot up on the chair before pulling herself up. “Lizzy, you fucking lunatic you’re going to fall and kill yourself,” he snapped and tried to pull her down off the chair, but she smacked his hand away.

“I know what I’m doing,” she said with annoyance. He glared at her as she reached for the pancake mix.

“You could have asked me to get it down for you,” he said as she stood on her toes to reach the bag of pancake mix. As she got hold of it another roll of thunder crashed and she jumped from the start, losing her balance and falling sideways from the chair. Austin caught her then with panic and pulled her down off the chair. “You’re fucking insane, you gave me a god damn heart attack standing on that fucking chair, and then falling off it,” he said. She didn’t say anything as she was still shaken from the thunder and the fall. “Lizzy,” he said and tried to catch her eyes. She looked at him.

“You caught me,” she said then and matched her eyes to his.

“What do you mean I caught you? Of course I caught you! I wasn’t gonna stand there and watch you fall off a fucking chair, although I should have considering I told you not to stand on that damn thing!” She looked at him with wide eyes and took a deep breath to calm down.

“Can…can I just…have a hug?” she asked. He stared at her and she looked at him pleadingly. “Please…I just need a hug…I hate thunder storms, and I almost fell and I just…I just need you to hug me…” she cried and he sighed before hugging her tightly. She sniffed and exhaled harshly.

“It’s alright,” he said gently and rubbed her back a little bit before pulling away from her and looking her over. Again when their eyes met there was that unexplained energy and she looked at him with her lips parted slightly.

“Do you feel it?” she asked. He didn’t answer her but instead he pulled her closer to himself and pressing his lips against hers. A certain kind of shock washed over her, but she wasn’t angry, and she didn’t try to push him away. Instead she dropped the bag of pancake mix before she ran her hands up his arm and over his shoulders until her fingers found the base of his hair and slipped up into it. She parted her lips then slightly, allowing his tongue into her mouth and she pressed her body as close to his as was allowed with her stomach in the way. With his kiss she didn’t even notice the thunder ringing outside.