He nuzzled his face into her breasts. "You are so comfy."
"Thank you," she giggled, stroking his hair. Their first time together was nothing like Katy had expected. She expected an airshow and fireworks in celebration. Because if there was one thing that Alfred loved more than food or breasts, it was making a scene.
But their night started out with her making him dinner. Nothing special, she thought, just a cheeseburger. She had used cheese from Lviv, but she doubted the Lvivski cheese had anything to do with how he was behaving. And then he suggested they read for a bit, so she grabbed her copy of Tevye Molochan and read aloud to him for a bit. And she was sure that a depressing tale of a poor, Jewish man and his five daughters and his struggles with tradition were nothing to get hot and bothered over.
But the entire time she was reading, he was running his hand along the curve of her hip and trying to sneak a kiss before she shoved the book in his face. And then he eventually took the book from her hands, placed it gently on the nightstand, put his glasses on the book and began to kiss her. And at the end of it, this was how they were left.
He lifted his head from her chest and kissed her soundly. "I'm so glad you're alright," he whispered before kissing her again. "I was so worried, I just had to go in and save y-"
She cupped his face and kissed him quiet. He rolled off of her and slid up to his pillow. Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her close and hummed quietly. The tune made her yawn.
"What are you humming?" she asked between slips of sleepiness. She curled up closer to him, pushing every inch of her body against his, hoping to keep him warm as the cold rain pelted their window.
He chuckled as he felt her breathing grow slow. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "It's called 'Take Me Out to the Ball Game'."