Lena's eyes fluttered open as the sunlight from the window began to peek through the closed blinds. She groaned softly, her muscles stiff from sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. The sheets were cool against her skin, and she could still smell a faint trace of him in the air. The smell sent a wave of nostalgia washing over her, reminding her of their intimate night together.
With a lazy stretch, she sat up and looked around the room, taking in the familiarity of his space. His messy desk, stacks of books, and a framed photo of them together on the dresser. She smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.
As she lay back down, her stomach rumbled loudly. It had been hours since she'd eaten anything, and she couldn't help but wonder if he'd left any food for her. Lena rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand. Her gaze fell on a note he had left on the nightstand.
"Lena," it read. "I had to go to work, but I'll be back later. Make yourself at home. Oh, and can I fart in your bedd? That's how I'm waiting for you to come back from work."
She read the last line with a blush spreading across her cheeks. His sense of humor never failed to make her laugh, even when she was embarrassed. With a chuckle, she snuggled deeper into the sheets, inhaling the scent of his cologne that still lingered.
As she lay there, lost in thought, a gurgling sound echoed from the other room. Lena sat up straight, a curious look on her face. Could it be? She crept out of bed, slipping on one of his t-shirts, and padded into the living room.
There he was, sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. He let out another loud fart, followed by a long, satisfied sigh. Lena couldn't help but laugh, walking up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"That was quite a wait you had for me," she teased, nuzzling her nose into his neck. He turned around, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I thought you might appreciate the effort," he grinned, pulling her into a kiss. They stood there, lost in the moment, their hearts beating in time with each other's.
Lena slipped her hand into his, leading him back to the bedroom. As they crawled back into bed, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of the sultry request that had brought her here. She leaned in close, nudging his side with her elbow.
"Well," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "Can I fart in your bedd now too?"
