After Snuggling, Sleeping and Waking (Grant POV then back to Amaryllis))

It was a struggle to fall asleep. Amaryllis demanded that I put my arms around her and pull her close to my chest. She snuggled in and fell asleep seemingly immediately. I, however, was thinking. I was thinking about the most beautiful girl in the world snuggled up to my chest, thinking about the seeming desperation that lead her to cling to me. I was thinking about power imbalances, and about the many times in the past I had made people feel uncomfortable without meaning to and without realizing until afterwards. I was thinking about whether it was right to hold her, if it was right to let go. I was thinking about whether this was a temporary arrangement or if this was what she expected every night to be.

Thought chased thought through my head, never giving me a moment of peace. I made to get out of bed and pace around to clear my head, but my shifting brought sleepy moans of protest of Amaryllis. Suddenly a wash of protectiveness swept aside my other thoughts, and I wrapped my arms even tighter around her. Everything that I was worried about could be solved in the morning, with a clearer head and with Amaryllis to talk to. She may be putting on an act to protect herself, but if I say or do something that cracks the act, I will have a better chance at helping her, and I can't crack the act while she is asleep. The only issue is, how should I crack the act? I refused to let this line of thought take me away, and **** myself to sleep. I couldn't roll over to check the alarm clock without waking Amaryllis, but if I had, I would have seen that I had been thinking to myself for an entire hour.

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(Amaryllis POV)

I woke up in the same position I fell asleep, still nestled in my Master's loving and gentle arms. Well, actually, not quite in the same position. I had shifted upward slightly, so my head, which was resting against my Master's chest, listening to his heart, was now nuzzling his neck. To my surprise and delight, Grant was also nuzzling my neck, murmuring in his sleep as he did so. Each movement of his lips against my neck sent thrills through me. I was caught between the desire to throw myself at my Master, kissing him all over and begging him to take me, and my desire to not wake him up, to not interrupt this heavenly moment.

When I went to sleep I was planning on waking up early and making breakfast for us, or maybe some other show of initiative to make Grant fully believe that I wanted to be here with him. Maybe that would finally make him stop treating me like glass. But my amorous sleepy master threw all my plans out the window in the best way possible.

I resolved to remain perfectly still, wanting this moment to continue forever. I guess that I failed, since Grant began to stir. Deciding to jump off that particular sinking ship, I wrapped my arms tighter around him, pressing my body against his. Going for broke, I started kissing him on the chest. I would have kissed him higher, say on the neck, but the chest was all I could reach. I hoped that my Master would finally take the hint, ans then finally take me, but well...