E.D. Less

A low groan leaves your lips when you see the reminder of the dentist appointment. It's not like you forgot it; how could you? The dentist is one of your biggest fears. The needles, the doctors — they cause an uncomfortable feeling. You just want to run away and get rid of your wisdom teeth. You inhale deeply, wiping the reminder away, and lean back on the couch.

You haven't slept well in days; the appointment causes so many thoughts that you just can't concentrate on something else. Not even your favorite series is helping your mind to stop spinning around the dentist appointment.

Before you can get lost in your thoughts once again, you hear your boyfriend coming home. When he opens the door, you smirk softly, and a moment later it reminds you that you still have that shit appointment, and he will force you to go there.

With a soft sigh, you wrap the blanket tighter around your body. Maybe he just forgot about your appointment, and you can convince him to do something more fun. Chris loves to spend time with you, so he will be into it when you ask him to go out for dinner or a trip tomorrow, right?

“Hi, babe,” he says, smirking when he walks into the living room. When he sees the blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon, he laughs. Chris leans against the wall; his eyes brighten when he admires you. “It's so warm; why are you wrapped in a blanket?”

“Because you were working and I needed cuddles!” You explain, nodding your head to underline it. Your husband laughs, pushing himself off the wall and making his way to the couch.

Chris lets himself fall next to you; his legs are slightly spread while he rests his back against the backrest of the couch. His hands are placed on his thighs, and then he turns his head toward you. Just the way he looks at you with that charming smile and his perfect blue eyes causes you to melt.

“Does your blanket cocoon have anything to do with the dentist appointment tomorrow?” He asks, and your eyes widen lightly. He hasn't forgotten the appointment just yet, so maybe you can convince him to do something more fun.

When you're not answering immediately, he chuckles, patting his thighs, waiting for you to move and sit on them. You crawl with your blanket still tight around you, closer to him and on his lap. Then you sit up and let yourself fall down forward, resting your head on his shoulder and your nose in the crock of his neck to inhale his scent deeply. Chris places his hands on your hips. pulling your closer against him.

“Do you wanna go bungee jumping tomorrow?” You ask. Maybe you can convince him to do something like that — it's scary to bungee jump but not as bad as the dentist. “Or we could jump out of a plane? This will be fun, won't it?”

Chris laughs, shaking his head. He moves his hands underneath the blanket, lifting your shirt to place them underneath the fabric. You shiver slightly when his soft fingers hit your skin. He grasps your hips, his thumbs moving soothingly over your stomach, and you sigh softly. Your husband's soft touches can calm you down like nothing else can. “We can go bungee jumping or jump out of a plane some other day, but tomorrow we have an appointment at the dentist.”

“But it's so much more fun to do bungee jumping,” you say, leaning back to show him your best pout. Chris leans forward, capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss with yours. His tongue glides over your lips, waiting for you to part them before he pushes his tongue into yours. When the two of you pull back, his forehead is resting against yours, and he looks deep into your eyes — they are so calm and beautiful.

“Pouting isn't working, babe. But we can jump out of a plane as often as you want after the appointment,” he offers, but you shake your head. You don't want to jump out of a plane, then, since that's still something you wouldn't do, but you would prefer it instead of going to the dentist. “I love you, and I will be there with you tomorrow. I will punch everyone who hurts my beautiful girl. And for now, I have a good idea for some distraction.”

Before you can ask him what he means, one of his hands is slipping into your pants, and you throw your head back. Chris finds your clit, rubbing small circles on it while he listens to the soft moans that leave your lips. He moves his hand and smirks. When he looks into your eyes, your lips parted, your cheeks red, and the way you look through your lashes, it makes him go crazy.

“Let's get into bed and continue there; it's more comfortable,” he says, kissing you before he grasps your thighs and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you into the bedroom to continue your heated game.

The whole morning, you tried to convince your husband to go bungee jumping or something, but he just shook his head. Somehow he managed to get you into the car and to the dentist, while you told him a lot of reasons why jumping out of a plane or bungee jumping would be a lot more fun.

“Y/N Evans?” a woman asks, looking around, and you stand up. Chris follows you when you make your way to the woman. She smiles politely, but that doesn't stop your fear. When Chris reaches you, he grasps your hand and squeezes it. The three of you walk through the floor until you reach the room for the surgery. Your whole body trembles when you walk into the room.

“They just get rid of your teeth, and then we can jump out of a plane or whatever you want to do,” Chris says, chuckling softly when you look at him annoyed.

The woman who leads you into the room shows you to sit down on the chair; she shows Chris to sit at the edge of the room. Two other women walk into the room, saying hello and smiling nicely, but that doesn't help your nervousness. One of the women is explaining what they are going to do, but you just nod, trying to calm yourself down.

“It won't hurt, but when you feel better, we could ask your husband to come over here to help you calm down,” one of the women asks, and you nod immediately, smiling softly while your eyes light up when you look at Chris. He nods, pushing the chair closer, and sits down. The women prepare everything, and before you recognize it, the surgery starts, and you feel Chris playing with your pants while he looks at you, smirking when you roll your eyes.

When you wake up from your short sleep, you look around. Your mind feels really funny, and the guy who is playing with your pants looks really familiar. When you look at him with confusion, he chuckles softly, moving the chair to sit closer to you. “WOAH! You're Chris Evans!”

He laughs deeply, and you shiver slightly. Chris Evans is sitting in a room with you, touching you! You look him up and down; your mouth drops when he kisses your hand softly. His fingers feel so soft on your skin, and his plump lips are even softer.

“I've dreamed about kissing you,” you say, nodding to underline your statement. Chris can't hold back but bursts out laughing. You furrowed in confusion, not understanding why he laughed about it. He then leans closer and captures your lips with his. Your eyes widen when he pulls away and laughs again. “Chris Evans kissed me!”

When it knocks at the door, it swings slowly open, and a woman walks into the room. She smiles when she sees you with a dropped jaw. “Y/N Evans, right?”

“YOU'RE MARRIED?” You shout and look at your husband, who nods. “You just kissed me! I need to tell your wife that!”

“You can take her home now. The confusion should fade away in a few hours.”

Chris nods, then he gets up the chair, helping you to sit up, and kisses you once again. “I love you,” he mumbles against your lips.

“You love your wife!”

“I do; I just told her and kissed her,” he says, and your eyes widen, giggling. Chris brings the two of you home, and after a few hours, your mind is clear again. Your husband has told you about the way you reacted when you saw ‘the Chris Evans'; you both laughed about it. Chris makes dinner for the two of you while you look for a movie you could watch. He made some ice cream for you to cool your mouth, and you look at him the whole time while he makes dinner, smirking about how cute he is. He's so in love with you, like you're with him.