In the Morning.

After a glorious night of passionate love-making, I managed to get to sleep with a smile on my face. Which for me, was a very big deal. When morning came, I felt something soft caress my face. My eyes fluttered open from my sleep to see Bridget, fully dressed and stroking my cheek as she sat beside the bed. I yawned as I moved myself into a sitting position keeping the sheet over my lap. Raising my arms above my head, I stretched my muscles to shake off any lingering drowsiness. Bridget's eyes twinkled as she watched my bare arms and chest flex through my morning routine.

Once I was fully awake I took back Bridget's hand and kissed her palm before placing it back on my face to nuzzle it. "Good Morning." I said to her dreamily.

"You look cute with bedhead Professor." She ruffled my hair and I blushed.

"I don't like it. You know I like things neat and orderly, that includes my hair." I shuffled my legs over the edge of the bed keeping the sheet around my waist as I tried to smooth over my messy hair.

"Luckily you have me. I love making a mess of things. As you well remember last night." She sat in my lap and wrapped her arms around me. I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Well, I suppose some clutter could be charming every now and then." We kissed. We relished in each other's embrace for a few moments before I decided it was time to prepare for the day. "Ah yes, have you brought more of your father's clothes? I'll need something to wear...ouch!" Bridget pinched my nipple.

"Dummy, did you already forget your arrangement with my mother? Ingrid is picking your clothes today."

I groaned into Bridget's shoulder as the memory came crashing back. "That's right. I'm going to have to wear Ingrid's grotesque wardrobe today...Yeouch!" Bridget bit my ear, hard, then slapped my back causing the sheet to slip off my backside. My butt was totally out in the open right now.

"Hey, she might be famous one day, you should feel lucky to be among the first to advertise her products."

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes "so where is this outfit?"

"I left it on the chair over there." She pointed to a small chair next to her vanity table as she moved off my lap.

I sighed as I braced myself for the inevitable. I pulled the sheet off my body and strode naked over to Bridget's vanity mirror. My girlfriend drank in the sight of my backside illuminated by the morning light pouring from her window as I leaned over her chair to inspect the outfit.

"What!? Are you kidding me? I have to wear this!?"