Curfews, a ridiculous self imposed time to stop doing whatever awesome thing you are doing. In this case... well. It was OMG, rock the socks off awesome. But we have this rule about not spending the night, and being home before everyone else wakes up. Normally the alarm gets set for 4 or 5. This night was no exception, except we kinda got tangled up and all caught up with everything about each other, discovering that it was 6:20 and we'd missed our silly curfew.
He gets up and starts getting dressed, finding socks and keys and cell phones.
"Mmmm... don't leave..." I whisper, drawing him in for a kiss, "Don't leave me... not like this..."
I run my nails along his shoulder, fingers through his hair. Biting my lower lip, beckoning him to stay.
"Mhmm," I said, "That's fine, I understand, trust me." I pulled him in for a kiss, and grabbed the alarm clock cord, yanking it from the socket. The red numbers faded and the face was dark.
"Now it's no A.M, and you don't have to leave at all..."
Shock was clear on his face, "I can't believe you just did that!"
I smile innocently, pulling him down toward the bed, trying to sneak off his jacket and shirt, "Time is just a meaningless construct, it has no bearing on anything. In fact, right now somewhere it's like.. 2 am, so it doesn't matter."
He smirks at me, obviously amused by my not so subtle attempt to con him back to bed. He slides his jacket off and onto the floor. He tosses his shirt towards me.
I revel in my future and imminent victory.
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