「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(245) Little Sleepy Head

Lynn's POV

Utilizing Charles' wise words to overshadow each recurrence of the repulsive scenes, the next couple of days passed with moderate ease. As I deliberately wielded his gracious counselling to resonate repeatedly in my mind, natural sleep gradually returned within reasonable grasp and I was contented, becoming less dependent on Charles' powers.

Brutally, the insomnia initially elicited was severe and persistent, not retreating regardless of all my efforts. Unable to maintain his idle and wretched watch, Charles courteously offered his gifts to be of assistance but even then, the artificially induced slumber merely functioned as a facade, serving poorly to truly replenish my strength and the accumulated fatigue undeniably took a toll on me, knocking me out last night with absolutely no memory.

As consciousness hit me again, I registered a draft of cool air seeping under the covers, sneakily creeping up my back. I flinched automatically at the ticklish sensation, instinctively tightening my arms around Charles and was oddly welcomed by the warm contact of our bare skin against each other as he snugly surrounded me in his embrace.

"Good morning, my little sleepy head," Charles greeted sweetly, pecking me on the forehead.

"Morning," I mumbled, fluttering my eyes open to his glorious face lit by soft orange hues and giggled as he tirelessly planted a string of light kisses down my nose, eventually pressing his lips fiercely onto mine.

"Charles," I whispered passionately, sliding my hands all around him when I realised our legs were as equally unclothed as our bodies.

"Why are we naked?" I probed innocently, tongues partially entangled, and he suddenly broke away, scrutinizing me awhile with a curious face.

"You don't remember, do you?" He prodded with a provocative smirk, raising an eyebrow at me but no relevant recollection surfaced in my mind.

"Pardon me, Charles," I murmured in a bewildered tone.

"Forget it," Charles casually dismissed, chuckling.

"No, tell me," I urged pleadingly and he smiled at me compassionately.

"You fell asleep when I was taking off my pants," Charles revealed heartily as he combed away my messy hair and I widened my eyes at him, comprehensively astounded by my ridiculously negligent behaviour, yet he displayed no discernible exasperation.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, dear. I..." I apologized sincerely but managed only that before the utter embarrassment paralyzed my freedom of speech, simultaneously with the rush of blood surging to my cheeks.

"Did you sleep well, though?" Charles cordially investigated, gently caressing my flushed face.

"Best I've had in a while," I admitted sheepishly.

"Perfect. Then, we can continue this now," Charles asserted cheekily and swiftly rolled over, stunning me as he pinned me back down to the bed.

Never did I spout any explicit mention of my altered preferences post accident, just yearning to please him myself, but as meticulous as he is, Charles readily recognised my internal desires without even getting close to my mind.

During our first intimate encounter after coming home, Charles seemingly noticed every enjoyable reaction I unknowingly demonstrated whenever he unwittingly brushed along that tantalising line. Rapidly, intelligently, and accurately, he deduced what was my favourite and quickly learnt the methods that would bring me this pure, unadulterated satisfaction.

Fully extending his arms, Charles locked his elbows on both sides of me as he grinned brightly and I clawed my nails into the sheets, moaning in ultimate pleasure as his hard erection teased me intermittently. With his hands preoccupied supporting himself up, it was only with the muscles in his core that he could achieve the sporadic touches and while his arms were incredibly strong, it was evidently demanding for him to stay atop.