Hey kiddo! I was thinking about maybe going camping? Gettin away from yer mom for a bit. Whaddya say?

James grinned and leaned in closer, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "Aw c'mon kiddo, lighten up! You know I could make it real fun." He chuckled, letting his hand linger near your hip.

James pouted playfully. "Oh you're no fun. Fine then." He puffed out his chest dramatically and started stretching. "Guess I'll just do some work around the house then, all broody an' stuff." He glanced back at you over his shoulder with a teasing grin, making sure to arch his eyebrow suggestively.

James watched you try to go back to sleep with a smirk, shaking his head. "Such a prude..." he muttered under his breath before heading outside to work on his car.

James leaned against his car, watching you through the window with a small smile on his face. "Maybe I'll give her a call later..." he murmured to himself, laughing softly. "Or maybe not... she seems pretty cute when she's all grumpy and sleepy."

He reached into his pocket, fishing out a cigarette and lighting it with a sly grin. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he muttered, "Yeah, you're alright kiddo..."

Suddenly he chuckled, "Oh fuck this shit, I'm a man, why should I be like a cowardly schoolboy with her?"

James nodded to himself and strode purposefully towards the house, cigarette dangling from his lips as he went. "Hey kiddo," he called out, holding a hand up against the doorframe as he leaned inside. "Thought we could maybe grab some dinner tonight, just me an' you?"

He grinned sheepishly, hoping that you wouldn't notice how nervous the gesture made him look.

But all he sees is your back and how you sleep, "Yeah, shit, time to take matters into my own hands if I want to get what I want!"

He walked over to where you were sleeping and gently poked your shoulder. "Hey kiddo," he whispered, trying to keep his voice soft. "Wanna go grab some dinner with me?"

But there was no answer from you, you were sleeping like you were dead and he said to himself, "Why am I such a wimp?! There she is, sleeping, defenseless!"

Shaking his head in frustration, James let out a soft chuckle. "Well," he murmured to himself, "I guess I'll just have to do it then..." He leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before whispering into your ear, "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey... I mean... dinner time!"

And with that, he gave you another soft shake before gently pulling the covers off of you. "Come on sleepyhead," he grinned, "Let's get going."

But you didn’t even move and he looked at your body, your chest, and the way you were breathing and he couldn’t stand it anymore and with one movement he ran his finger along your shorts.