Oooo 59 with Ben or Roger because thereâs no way Iâm going to bed anytime soon?
AHHHhhh so sorry love I fell asleep (for once) and just saw this! Alright I wrote this in ten minutes lemme know whatchu think, xx
(Warning: light smut ahead)
59: kissing so desperately that your body literally curves into the other personâsâŚ
Despite having your arms linked, you walked at different paces as you made a game of stepping on only the brown cobblestones outside the theatre.
âSo, howâd you like that one, Rog? Oscar-worthy? Five stars?â You skipped off the stone sidewalk to the flat ground of the parking lot, unlinking. âLetâs hear it.â You waved an invitation for critiquing.
âOhh, I dunno. I mea- did he really need to taste the fake blood?â He reached a hand into your leftover popcorn bag.
âOh, câmon, Itâs a classic!â You giggled, tossing a single kernel onto your tongue as you leaned your backside against the car. You propped one foot low against a tire as the other held you up.
âA slasher film: a classic?â His breath dissipated visibly in the cold, fall night air.
You hummed a laugh as you popped another few popcorn kernels between your teeth.
âDid you miss me while you were gone?â You swayed against the cold metal beneath you.
For a split second, he looked at you like you had two heads, but that quickly washed over with a sort of prideful smirk.
âPerhaps.â He offered.
You choked out a laugh, playfully shoving his shoulder. That only made him instinctively come closer.
Your amused, toothy smile formed into a curious grin, noticing the way Rogers expressions also morphed in time with the change. You could practically see the cogs winding inside his skull as his eyebrows furrowed, now standing directly in front of you. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth as his fingers delicately slid open your jacket zipper, leaving you watching closely, not giving a care about the brisk wind invited in.
âYou know,â he finally spoke, âI barely got the chance to touch you in there,â He murmured low.
âWell, I was a little distracted by the movie, Rog,â You rolled your eyes and tried to seem coy and nonchalant, not letting him hear your breath hitch in your throat as his fingers moved inside your open jacket and slid up your side.
His tone was accusatory and low, âYes, but sitting there, when weâve been apart, and youâre hugging into my side but limited to your own seat and not being able t- you just looked soâŚâ He took in a small breath as if to slow his anticipation, brows still pinched in thought as he barely shook his head, barely, but it was there.
âSo what, baby?â You dared.
He thought for a moment as he watched his hand just trail up and down the side of your ribs, inviting you to shudder under his touch. A brisk wind swept over your body, but Rogers touch brought the warmth back.
âI think the better question is,â his eyes met with yours, âIs it my turn to make you scream when we get home?â
You were thrown onto his mattress only to be met with his body immediately after. Hearts pounding, your breaths mixed as he hovered over you.
âDonât you know if Iâm in a dark room with you, all I want to do is touch you?â His voice was low and grisly just below your ear as he began kissing down your neck, like it was some form of punishment.
âRog, weâve been to the movies before.â It sounded more like a breathy question as your eyes screwed shut, focusing on his touch.
âYes,â he amended, unkempt hair and all coming back into view, âbut when I havenât seen my girlfriend in monthsâŚâ his lips returned to finding sanctuary on your collarbone as he pried your buttoned shirt open.
âWhat do you want?â You leaned back deeper into the pillow, rippling a stretch from head to toe. When your hips bucked slightly into his, you got the answer to your question.
His eyes looked more desperate than hungry now. Or, hungry, if you were his first meal in months⌠which you were.
âJust you.â He shook his head in a form of disbelief as his brows pinched like your heart.
You wrapped your forearms around his neck and pulled his lips to slam into yours.
âRoger-â You moaned against his lips as his fingers got comfortable swiping at the apex of your thighs.
âSeems you want me too.â
You pulled him even closer, which seemed nearly impossible by now. Your fingertips lowered to dig into the expanse of his exposed back and then wrapped around his torso as his hand kept busy, teasing your entrance and making shivers travel up your spine.
Though his hand was off in one world, your attached lips remained in another. He retracted his hand and you didnât even feel the need to whine; you knew you had all the time in the world when he kissed you, especially after being gone for so long with the boys.
His lips melted against yours and fit like a missing puzzle piece, irreplaceable by any other set; youâd never test that theory, anyway. Your bodyâs curved with each other like blankets layering together. You kissed each other so passionately that you were just grabbing at skin and every part of him to try and get closer, but you were already as close as could be, in more ways than one.
You didnât want to spend another moment apart, and with him home now, you knew you wouldnât have to worry about that for awhile.
Heâll front like he could live without you, sometimes. Heâll front like he needs to hear you scream, like thatâs his primary goal. And yes, sometimes thatâs all you want him to do within these four walls, but in reality, these were the moments he longed for⌠lived for.
In truth, he missed you all the same.
And you didnât need him to tell you that to know it so.
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