Kris stayed out on the roof with Anastasia until she finally ran out of things to talk about. And, at that point, she started to feel guilty for keeping Kris to herself for so long, so the two returned inside to spend the rest of the night with everybody else.
And rather than use the actual bed… they all ended up falling asleep together on the couch while watching a movie together. Or rather, Kris fell asleep, and nobody wanted to leave him alone on the couch, so sleep together on the couch it was.
That meant in the morning, once again, Kris woke up first and saw that he had a pile of girlfriends on and around him.
It was a site that he never wanted to wake up without again, though he did wish that they were in more comfortably positions, especially Lucy and Anastasia who seemingly fell asleep between his legs and had slumped down to the floor in awkward positions.
Though, somebody was missing.
Anastasia and Lucy were between his legs.
Emily… was somehow on the top of the couch, almost curled around Kris’s head like a cat, with her breasts resting on his shoulder.
Rachel was to his left using his left thigh as a pillow while Iris was on his right doing the same with his other thigh.
Abigail.
There was a curious lack of Abigail.
Kris looked around and didn’t see her anywhere within sight. She wasn’t anywhere in the living room, the dining room, nor the kitchen.
Wanting to get to the bottom of the case of the missing Abigail, Kris carefully got up while trying not to wake any of his sleeping girlfriends. He gently lifted up Rachel’s and Iris’s heads and then set them back down on the couch after he got up… but without him sitting there, Emily ended up rolling down and plopping onto the couch.
Somehow, the sudden shaking from her fall didn’t wake up any of the three girls still on the couch.
Kris checked the bathroom next. The door was open, so he figured it was safe to, but he didn’t see her in there.
He started worrying at that point. Was she behind on the counter in the kitchen? Maybe she slipped and fell and hit her head?
No, she wasn’t there, either.
The laundry room?
No.
He was rapidly running out of places where she could be, so he went into his bedroom to check it out… and finally found her.
There she was, sleeping in his bed. Only her head and her white hair were left sticking out from the covers, and she looked soundly asleep.
Kris let out a relieved sigh when he saw her. Not only that, but… she looked so comfortable, too, that he ended up yawning.
It was probably alright, right? After all, she was his girlfriend, and they basically already slept together on the couch. Plus the bed was large enough that he could join her on it without touching her at all, since he absolutely wasn’t going to touch her in her sleep. He knew that was something only horrible people did… though he might have taken it a bit far by thinking that even innocent holding or hugging was inappropriate when asleep, too.
But just sharing the bed was probably fine.
So, Kris let out a second yawn and moved over to the bed. It looked even more comfortable than usual thanks to Abigail sleeping in it.
He lifted up the blankets so that he could climb in and… immediately dropped them.
Kris’s cheeks never turned a brighter red than they did just then.
After all, Abigail was sleeping under his blankets on his bed with nothing more than a bra and panties. They were nice, frilly looking ones, too.
Kris gulped and turned around. “I… should leave her alone,” he whispered to himself before deciding on leaving the bedroom.
Before he could leave, though, he felt a hand grab him by his wrist.
And when he turned to face the one who grabbed him, he saw Abigail now sitting up and reaching over to him, the covers dropped enough to reveal her near-nude torso.
It wasn’t easy for her to properly sign with only one hand available, so she gave him a little tug toward the bed while tilting her head toward the open space between them.
“Is—is it alright?” Kris asked, mouthing his words to her.
Abigail nodded with a smile and gave him another pull.
Kris looked to the side for a moment, still blushing, before giving in and joining her in the bed by climbing under the covers.
It was only after she was sure that he was joining her that she let go of his wrist.
“S-so… how’s the bed? Comfortable enough?” Kris asked with a whisper, unsure of what else to say now that he was under the covers with her. It was his first time seeing any of his girlfriends with that little amount of clothing on him, and… for some reason, he just didn’t really believe he would ever get that far with them. The idea of spending the rest of his life with them was somehow more believable than the idea of seeing any of them wearing lingerie around him, and the idea of them actually being fully naked around him—well, that wasn’t even worth the tiniest of considerations in his mind.
Abigail tried to sign back to him, but it was a bit awkward to do when on her side like that, she she opted for grabbing her phone instead to text her response to him. Well, it wasn’t quite a text so much as it was her opening up a note and typing her message into it. “Very comfortable. So comfortable that I am not sure I am truly awake yet, especially now that my love is sharing the comfort with me. This is something I often fantasized about many times, yet now it is reality, and I struggle to believe it is not but a fleeting figment of my imagination.”
“You always have liked sending these long messages in the mornings. Also, woah, you really type fast. And I’m real. So, you don’t have to worry about me just being a figment of your imagination or anything.”
Abigail turned the phone back toward herself to type a new message. “Perhaps it is because the morning hours are when I often read poetry, as I know no greater way to start the day. Though, I can no longer say that, as I have now discovered a far superior way. Or perhaps… I am simply in an elated mood in the mornings thanks to always spending my nights dreaming of our futures together. I cannot remember the last time I woke without dreaming of you preceding it.”
Kris still felt a bit embarrassed about being under the covers with her, but reading that message made him smile. “So it’s kinda like, you’re extra lovey-dovey in the mornings? And… it makes me happy to hear that you dream about me all that much. I wish I could say the same, but… I mean, I dream about all of you sometimes… but I also have weird dreams like where I’m being attacked by groundhogs because I accidentally knocked a tower they were building over, or dreams where I’m like, in a game and I have to fight by a bunch of dogs and cats in robots against a bunch of other cats.”
“Those sound truly absurd. As much as I am content dreaming of you and only you, I must admit that I am jealous of your dreams and would enjoy experiencing such on the rare occasion.”
“They get even weirder. Like one time there was this floating rectangle that yelled at me because I wasn’t the right protagonist or something and said something about how this isn’t a canon event and isn’t getting narrated.”
Abigail blinked a couple of times before typing her next message. “Your dreams sound as if they can get rather meta.”
“I guess. I’d rather just dreams about all of you all the time.”
“I would not complain if you did. Though, there is something I may complain about, if I may be so bold.”
It was Kris’s turn to blink a couple times that time. “Yeah?”
“We are alone in a bed together, and yet, you have not embraced me. Ever since my younger years, I have fantasized about the day where I would lie in bed with my lover, arms wrapped around me from behind, so that I may feel safely tucked against his form. If you would… it would make me beyond elated. Yet, I would love to speak to you even more… but I will not be able to read your lips if you hold me from behind.”
Kris might have been a bit slow at times, especially when it came to relationships…
But he wouldn’t have gotten the renown that he did if he couldn’t figure out problems as easily as he could. He didn’t even need to think about it. It was just common sense.
He rolled her over so that she was facing away from him, slipped one arm underneath her pillow which left most of it sticking out on the other side, and then looped his other arm around her over the top. Taking the phone from her, he then used each of his hands to type his own message to her on her phone. “Just have to do this.”
Abigail took the phone from him but, rather than type a messaged, she first tilted her head enough to kiss his arm.
And once he felt that kiss… he remembered just how bare she was.
There he was, with the mostly bare body of his girlfriend pressed up against him, while he held his arms around her, under the covers of his own bed.
It was something he genuinely never believed would happen.
But it was.
Kris, for once, was happy that his girlfriend couldn’t see him, because that meant she wouldn’t be able to see the massive grin on his face. “This is… so awesome,” he whispered to himself.
Abigail finished her text just as he finished his whisper. “What a gentleman, making a fantasy even grander than a dream come true first thing in the morning. I will wonder what I have done to deserve such divine treatment every waking second for the rest of my life.”
“You’re yourself,” Kris typed now that it was his turn. “That’s all you have to do to deserve it.”
“May I make another bold request, though I feel as if I am pressing my luck given just how wonderful this morning already is.”
“You can make as many requests as you want.”
“Then… would you please wrap one of your legs around me?”
Kris brought his lower half closer to her so that he could lift up his top leg and place it over her own legs. “Like this?”
Abigail nodded against the pillow before typing, “Thank you. That is exactly correct. I feel so… safe. I always feel safe when I am with you, but… this is more like the sort of safety that clothes provide. I feel as if I am completely covered by you to protect me against whatever weather extremes may wish to ruin havoc. Or like you are shielding my body to protect me from the roof collapsing.”
“Is… that romantic?”
“Very. And lest you worry, I will be more than happy to return this feeling of safety to you whenever you so desire it. But while I am in my tired morning state and bold enough to make such selfish desires known before I have woken enough to feel shame… I may continue being a little selfish until it is time to get up.”
“You can be as selfish as you want whenever you want.”
“You should be careful with such words. You will turn me into quite the selfish beast of desires if I truly took you up on that offer.”
Kris couldn’t help but to smile at the thought of that. “What would a monster like that look like?”
With how fast of a typer Abigail was, when she took as long as she did to type her next message, he knew he was in for quite the read. “What sort of monster would that look like? Hmm. A monster of my selfish desires. That would certainly be problematic. Not only would I insist that I do absolutely everything for you, from dressing you to bathing you and feeding you, to brushing your teeth, cleaning for you, and doing whatever you so desire, I would also demand praise for everything. I know it is selfish of me, but I do not serve for the sake of being a selfless servant. I love praise, you see. I always want more of it. Few things make me happier than receiving praise for my work and accomplishments. If it were up to me, I would have your praise for every breath that I take, though I know that to be ridiculous. Instead, I would have your praise for every service I complete. Such as waking you up, and receiving praise afterward. Washing you in the morning, and praise. Feed you breakfast, praise. Brush your teeth, praise. Praise you, receive praise for praising you. I simply want to be told that I have done a good job. Perhaps it is because of how my parents were, but… ah, I suppose I never did tell you about them. It is not something I like to bring up, but… as I feel safer than ever in this moment, and it would eventually come up anyways, then I shall. My parents were part of a cult who refused medicine as a conspiracy. My hearing could have been saved had they listened to doctors, but they refused. They believed that my loss of hearing was some form of heavenly punishment for sins I must have been committing behind their backs. To make a long story just a little shorter, ever since the loss of my hearing, they grew incredibly impatient with me, and I felt as if I could never do anything—oh my, this has turned into a massive wall of text. I should make a new paragraph.”
“Here we are,” the text continued. “As they grew impatient with me, it felt like no matter how hard I tried to earn their approval, nothing was ever good enough. Even when I carried out their orders exactly as they intended, they made up reasons to hate my results. I left as soon as I could, and that was when I came across my lady. She was the first one who I could ever remember giving me praise, and it was simply because of a hat I chose to wear. She complimented me on my choice… and I broke into tears. I can only imagine how ugly I must have sounded as I sobbed in public. Regardless, that is the story I meant to tell you. The lore, if you will, regarding why I admire praise so much. So that is why, should I turn into a selfish beast of desire, then everything I do will be in pursuit of praise, and I will demand it after everything I do.”
“You really do type a lot,” Kris replied. He was about to let her take the phone from him before he realized that he should say more after reading all of that. He never was a good texter. “I’m sorry to hear you went through all that. You didn’t deserve to go through that. Your parents are assholes and you have a ton of things to praise. You always look cute. And you put a lot of effort into your appearance. And it’s super cool how incredible you are at everything you do. And you’re like a pro at texting. Sign language is cool, too. Oh, and maybe this is weird, but while we’re here together and my face is right behind your head, your hair smells really good, too. Good job on making your hair smell good.”
Then he gave the phone back. “You truly are quite the gentleman. Thank you, Kris. Your praise regarding my hair has made me smile even though you cannot see my face right now. Then again, everything you typed made me smile, just as you always manage to accomplish.”
“And I’ll keep making you smile as much as I can for the rest of our lives.”
“I will look forward to that from the bottom of my heart. Now, to be even more selfish, while I have you here… something else I have always wanted to do is spend the morning being lazy in bed reading poetry together with my love. Would you mind? All you have to do is watch the screen and read along with me. And if you fall asleep, that is most alright.”
“Sure. But uh, can I make my own request? My own selfish uh, request? And you’re free to to refuse it. I promise it’s okay if you say no. Maybe I shouldn’t even ask, I don’t know. But, would uh, it be alright if I don’t have to hold your phone and type back or anything, then, can I touch you?”
“Are you not already touching me?”
“Yeah, but I mean. You know. Can I touch your. Your uh. Bra?”
Abigail blinked when she read that. “My bra?”
“Yeah. I’ve never touched a bra before, and I’ve heard stories about how difficult they are for guys to work and stuff, so I thought maybe I could like, touch your bra and stuff to get a feel for what it’s like while we read.”
Probably anybody else on Earth would have taken his question and assumed he was trying to not-so-sneakily ask for permission to grope her breasts.
And if anybody else asked it, that probably would have been the case.
Yet, unlike two members of the relationship, these two were genuinely that innocent.
Kris really did only want to touch her bra.
And Abigail was alright with it, not thinking for even a second that he meant anything more. “Of course, Kris,” she typed. “And if you are so curious, then though it may be a bit embarrassing at times, you may explore any and all of my clothing to your heart’s content! All I ask is that you do not do so after I have sweated in them.”
“Got it,” Kris typed. “You can start the poetry now.”
After handing the phone back to Abigail, Kris brought his arm that was looping over her toward her chest and gently pressing a couple of his fingers against the fabric of her frilly bra.
And it was that moment that Abigail realized she signed up for something that would be a far different experience than what she expected.
But… the sensation of his fingers gently running over the thin fabric of her bra sent pleasurable tingles throughout her, and those were feelings she wanted to feel even more of.
And she already decided to be selfish for the morning.
Though Kris was only investigating her bra, occasionally pulling on it and squeezing it in different parts to get a good feel for its structure since he couldn’t see it, Abigail found it increasingly difficult to care about reading poetry.