6:30 AM (GMT8)
Sunlight was a burning light against her closed eyelids. It awoke her, Amelia stirring on her side of the bed. Blankets crumpling and swirling around her figure, arms stretching up in the air. Amelia groans, hands now rubbing against her shut eyelids. The events from the night before, had worn her out this morning.
Her eyelids slowly open, eyes adjusting to the sudden burst of light on her pupils. It was far too early for the sun to be shining so brightly, but she lived in the sunny state of California. It was always sunny and hot, even when dropping to the forties. Usually mornings she would be able to handle the sudden light on her eyes, Amelia was tired.
Amelia turns the other direction to look back, feeling a larger weight around her waist under the sheets. There laid Dallas, sleeping peacefully with his arms around her hips. Purple hair curled and twisted in messy patterns, lips pursed in a straight line while he slept. Freckles adorning the rim of his nose to the round surface of his cheeks. A light flush covers his skin, held under long black eyelashes. He looked mesmerizing, even in his sleep.
The sight alone brings a smile to her lips, leaning towards his sleeping body. Amelia pushes a stray curl from in between his eyes gently to the side of his forehead. It causes Dallas to stir in his place, but she doesn't pull away. It was alright to savor this moment, it may never happen again. To see Dallas at peace, was the gates of Heaven opening in front of her eyes.
Time was fleeting however, and she had to get on with the daily movements of her day. So with a slight tug, she tries to pull herself from the grip of Dallas' arms. To no avail, looking back as he groans. Pulling her closer to him, back down into the soft mattress and silk seats.
Amelia sighs, "Dallas.." Her lover's eyelids and nose scrunch in distaste. His grip only tightening when the air leaves her throat.
"Five..More minutes." He groans, the sleepiness evident in his voice. Hoarse, and dry as the words leave his plump lips. She can feel his hands rubbing against the bare skin of her stomach, lips curling into a smile.
She shakes her head, "Dallas, we have to get up..The case."
Dallas' eyes shoot open, looking up at the woman trying to escape his grasp. "The cases, they can wait. I just..Want to hold you." With the sincerity of his tone, Amelia can't help but melt at his words. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.
"Don't deprive a man of his affection." He teases, Amelia rubbing at his arm with the brush of her fingertips.
She leans forward, almost touching noses. "You got plenty of my affection last night." That much was true, from the lingering soreness of her muscles. Or the rating of knots in the strand of jet black hair, even the light bruising on her sides from his grip. Of course she could never forget the night of passion they had.
Dallas hums, cupping his hand under her chin. "Hm..I wish I could do it more often." She doesn't bother to pull away as his lips press against hers.
Amelia leans into the kisses, placing her hands on his cheeks. Unable to get over the longing craving she had for his lips, even this early in the morning. Even after the night they had shared, her lips missed the touch of another. Something that would never change as time trudged on.
She pulls away, smiling down at the man laying in front of her. "Maybe next time I can–" Her words are cut off however with the sound of the door bell.
Amelia sits up straight, head turning in the direction of the noise. She's quiet for a moment, as if to see if the noise repeats itself: it does not. "Someone's at the door.." Quietly she says, looking back at her partner sprawled out in their bed.
The man yawns, stretching his arms with a groan before placing his hands back on her hips. Soft palms rub against her sides, soothing her. "I wouldn't mind it..It's probably just the mailman." Dallas states, watching as Amelia removes herself from his side.
Standing up with fast pace, she grapes a robe and wraps it around herself. Tying the fabric to cover any exposed skin. Amelia looks between the doorway, back to Dallas. Their eyes meet one another, a few moments feeling like mere hours when their hues locked together. Sitting up in the bed, his eyebrow raises at her.
"Do you wish for me to come with you?" He asks, beginning to pull the covers off of himself.
Amelia shakes her head, halting his actions. "I think like you said, it may just be the mailman." She looks back towards the doorway again. "If anything suspicious is around I'll yell for you."
A part of her wanted him to come with her, however she had too much pride to ask him for his presence. If it was simply just the mailman at the door, she would feel beneath herself. Becoming scared after one incident, needing her man by her side at all times? Not being able to interact with others due to fright, lingering thoughts of endless scenarios. Images ending in nothing but blood, pain, suffering.
All of that, because of the doorbell ringing. She wouldn't let her creative mind get the better of her, it was only the doorbell. It was only the mailman.
The smile pulls on her lips once more, in an attempt to comfort him. "For now, please rest my love." Her words seem to work, as he sighs. Leaning back into the bed and closing his eyes to drift back into slumber.
With her lover relaxing in their shared bed, Amelia's steps venture on to the door. Although the bell had not run more than once, it was possible the man was waiting outside of her condo door. Which was odd in itself, as they had a mailbox on the bottom floor like many others in the building. Nonetheless, she reaches the door, clicking the lock open.
Opening the door stood the mailman, suddenly pulling his attention to the woman on the other side. His cheery smile spreads across his lips, in his hands a package. Amelia holds the door open, giving the man a normal glance.
"Hi, can I help you?" She asks, leaning on the frame of the doorway.
"Hi Miss uh–" The young man looks down at the lid of the package. "-- Reston! I have an urgent package for you. Fella said he needed it delivered right away."
A package for her, something she didn't expect to be delivered to her door. Perhaps it had to do with the case she was in, the man she was chasing. The young mailman did say it was a man who asked for the package to be delivered. Her heart could feel the tension of her thoughts, it speeds up its pace in her chest.
Amelia clears her throat, head tilting to the side. "A package.. Did he say who he was?"
The young man shakes his head, "No ma'am, he only gave me your address and who to give it to. I assume you are Amelia Rae Reston?"
For once, Amelia was unsure of how to answer. If she says yes, what would be inside of the package? There was a good chance she was overthinking the entire situation, yet her senses were never wrong. She was the top of the behavioral analysis for a reason, taking in every little movement and detail to come up with a deduction.
The mailman was harmless, innocent in the way he stood. A bright smile, nervous and fidgety hands holding the package. He was nothing more than a young man trying to do his job. Why did her heart cease to get that notion?
"That's..That's me, yes." She finally speaks, a bit slower than her usual confident tone.
"Then here you go!" The young man chirps, quickly placing the package into her hands. Amelia grips tightly, blinking in surprise with the sudden push of the package. The young man salutes her with his fingers, leaving her with: "Have a wonderful day MIss!" Before he disappears down the hallway, and the sound of the elevator doors can be heard creaking open and closed.
Amelia listens until the sound of the man is gone, before her eyes drift down to the package in her hands. No return address, only her own sprawled in writing on top of the cardboard box. This time, there was no spirtatic writing of her name all over the edges and flat surfaces. The outside was simply an everyday package.