Aching and anxious

Hazily, your eye's open and your mind begins to make sense of the world. Your body aches, which is understandable when you realise that you have fallen asleep with one hand still between your thighs and your panties around your knees. The rest of your clothes are strewn between the bed and your door, which is slightly ajar.

Memories of last night flash through your brain, with heady and overwhelming mix of lust, fear, disbelief and exhilaration. You can't hear anything from the front room. Your ears strain for any sort of sound, expecting a furious Lauren to barge through the doorway, until the lack of sound begins to worry you in itself.

Rolling out of bed, hesitantly, you pull off the panties and wrap a fluffy dressing gown around yourself. Quietly and cautiously, you make your way towards the door. Your heart is in your throat as you quietly pull the door open and slip through. Relief floods through you as you can see Lauren's head on the arm of the sofa - apparently still asleep. Concern briefly raises it's head as you think about the sleeping mix you fed her, but this is quickly dissipated as you approach and hear her slow, rhythmic breaths.