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A bright, yellowish aura glows right behind his head making his already blond hair looks like golden strands. You want to touch them, to lock your fingers inside them, to intertwine your digits there forever. However, you resist to that impulsive temptation, to look at him one minute more.  

His lips are parted while whispered breaths escape his mouth, slightly curved to form a small, fulfilled smile.

You smile too, mirroring his satisfied expression.

Another thunder explodes in the sky, causing him to curl his nose and inhale deeply as he rolls on his tummy rotating his face in the opposite direction exposing his back and nape to your adoring eyes.

His circular halo fades a bit before starting to shine again, now completely visible.

You slowly slither closer to his body, propping yourself on one elbow to lay your face on the palm of your right hand.

The skin of his shoulders is pale, almost lucent; every relaxed muscle reminds you of those Greek statues people go photograph in museums or admire on the pages of Art’s books.

Your eyes trace every curve of his back with their gaze until they fall on the two, tiny red lines just above his shoulder blades. A trembling finger reaches and gently caresses them.

He breathes heavily and the circle of light around his head intensely shines, before he stretches his neck and he finally turns around to look at you.

You fondly smile down at him while a hint of red blooms on your cheeks.

“’morning,” he mumbles pushing his face on the pillow while he yawns. You giggle and look at his long lashes, his big blue eyes, and his little rounded nose.

Every detail of his face seems perfectly carved from the hands of the most expert of the artists. And, well, in a sense it is.

He catches you staring. He laughs. A melodious chuckle.

“Who are you?” you ask all blushed and shy when his hand stretches towards your face to trace shapes on your cheek and near the corner of your lips.

The halo is back, its light shines more than the thunderbolt that has just whitened every wall of the room. Another rumble follows.

“’m Roger” he replies in the most innocent tone possible. You roll your eyes playfully and fall on the mattress keeping your gaze focused on the ceiling.

“That’s not what I meant, you know it” your voice comes out low, cracked by the tiniest hint of sadness in it. Roger moves the sheets that are encircling the lower part of his body to slide closer.

You do not dare look at his face, but the corner of your eyes catches the light that comes from him.

“It’s complicated, right?” you whisper turning your head just enough to meet his eyes. The blue in his irises changes: from crystalline, it becomes darker, as a sea ready to welcome a summer storm.

“It’s complicated” Roger echoes you, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You nod to yourself and sadly smile at him.

You can see his halo fading away as he adjusts himself by your side to pull you closer to his chest; you lay your head on his shoulder and let your hand lazily draw circles on his torso.

His hand is intertwined in your hair, and all around you a dull calm is hugging you tightly, in contrast with the pouring rain that falls outside and wets the window’s glass.

You know what is going to happen. You know you have to say goodbye.

“’ll miss you,” you admit, mumbling against the warm skin of his arm. Roger furrows his eyebrows and turns his head to catch at least a little portion of your face.

“What do you mean?” he asks, while his thumb plays with your earlobe causing heavenly shivers to trespass your spine. You sigh a half laugh and look at him.

“You do know what I mean – a shadow of guiltiness drops on his face, so you extend your arm to sweetly palm his cheek – that’s okay, Rog. You made me live the best night of my life, no regrets. About nothing. I’ll never forget you”

You slowly push him down until your lips glue together into a passionate kiss. Roger hums and cups your face to deepen the kiss.

He starts to feel a familiar tingling coming from his back and your fingers have just the time to touch the free skin of his shoulders because in a second a pair of candid wings spread open.

You widen your eyes and with a childish, admiring expression, you start to caress the white feathers that are covering both of you as a shield.

Roger smiles widely and kisses your forehead while the halo around his head begins to shine, as it has never done.

When your eyes meet his, you notice a thin layer of tears that are pooling inside his blue irises; a strange sense of preoccupation fills your heart, and you cannot help but stroke his sad face.

“What?” you ask softly, almost under your breath.

“No regrets” he echoes your words and you nod silently, while the tip of his right-wing tickles your shoulder.

“That’s what I said”

“And I agree. Deeply and truly – Roger adds, depositing a light kiss on your lips again – but I'm sorry”

He abandons his forehead against yours and in a moment, he feels tiny.

Ironically, he feels the vulnerable one. The one who needs protection. Therefore, you encircle his waists with your arms, to cradle him. To reassure him. To have him closer to your body.

He stretches his arms to sustain his weight and look into your eyes. He is crying glistening tears, which simultaneously reminds you of raindrops, snowflakes and little diamonds.

“For what?” you feebly question, already quivering of concern for the answer.

His blond hair has become a single whole with his aura, forming a single golden flare that crowns his head. His blue eyes are simply ethereal, while his wings fully open above your head.

Roger gives you a sad smile, caresses your cheek and kisses your lips one more time, before finding the courage inside his immortal heart to say:

“Because you’ll forget about me”

A white veil falls in front of your eyes. Celestial harmonies fill your ears. Then, nothing.

Black. Darkness.

You wake up in your bed. Alone. Confused.

You rub your eyes when a roaring thunder startles you. The intense, infinite grey sky that is visible from your open-curtains window is blinding your sight and you have to cover your face with your hand.

A terrible headache spreads from your temples and tangled memories of the previous night crowd your mind. You even start to wonder how you have reached your bed and your apartment safely.

You sit on the mattress and pass a hand through your hair, feeling your head spinning like a top.

Suddenly, the corner of your eye sees something: a white, little thing laid on the pillow on the other side of the bed.

You take it between your index finger and your thumb, studying it, making it spinning among your fingers.

The doorbell rings unexpectedly and you flinch on the bed, immediately jumping on your feet to approach the apartment door.

You put yourself on your tiptoes to see through the peephole and smile when you notice the figure of your best friend tapping her foot on the ground, waiting for you to welcome her inside.

“Finally! – she sighs when you open the door for her – what are you still doing in your pajama?! It’s almost three in the afternoon and we have to go!” she exclaims, indicating your once again confused figure.

I never sleep this much. What has happened yesterday night?

You ask yourself.

“We have to go … where?”

You ask your friend.

Her chin touches the floor and she raises an eyebrow, visibly incredulous by your question.

“Are you joking? There is the concert tonight! The Queen’s concert, for God’s sake! We’ve been waiting for this night for months, how could you forget about it?”

A strange warmth showers your body and you cannot actually tell the reason why. Only a pair of twisted flashes from a distant night fill your head for the fraction of a second.

Your friend inclines her head in curiosity and points at your left hand, laying still by your side.

“What’s that? And why are you so lost, ‘re you alright?”

You look down, between your fingers. The white thing you have collected from the bed a moment before is still there.

A white feather.

You look at it. You spin it. And you smile.

A reborn consciousness hits you like an ocean’s wave.

“It’s nothing – you answer to your friend, who is evidently confused – I just had a dream, last night. A beautiful dream” you add, more to yourself than to her.  

“Okay – she shrugs and scrolls her head – but now go! Move! Get ready!” and, saying that, she pushes you towards your bedroom as you both start laughing loudly.

“I can’t wait to see them playing! We must be front row! –

She starts and, as you get dressed, begins to fantasize about the concert.

- I have to touch Freddie’s hands! And John and Brian must notice me! Not to mention Roger! He is so handsome”

She sighs and you cannot help but curve your lips in a wide smile when she mentions his name.

“He so good at singing as well! And, believe or not, people who went to their concerts told me that live he even sounds better! He sings like an angel!”

An angel.

Those two words echo in your ears and your heart jumps a little in your chest. You softly caress the feather you have laid on your nightstand, before turning around to look at your friend.

You smile at her and, adjusting your bag on your shoulder ready to go, you friendly pat on her arm and say:

Staring at the white and blue bathroom tiles of your bathroom’s floor, you forced yourself to remember how to breathe.

Closing your eyes, you inhaled, held your breath, and exhaled. Repeatedly.

How the fuck did this happen?

  Stay calm. Breathe. Clear your mind.

When the fuck did this happen?

  Breathe. Everything’s gonna be okay. Stay calm.

Fuck, what am I gonna do now?

  Clear your mind.

Do I tell him?

  Stop it. Breathe.

Shit, how should I call him? Or text him? Should I show up at his place? Should I tell him to come at mine? Will he want to see me? Do I want to see him again? Should I wait a while? Should I tell him right away?

“STOP!” you yelled out.

You didn’t mean to scream it out. Those voices inside your head were becoming louder and louder and were talking over each other and constantly fighting. You felt like your head was gonna explode.

Your eyes shut open and focused again on the intricate motives on the white tiles of your bathroom.

Looking around you, you found the stick on the floor two feet away from you.

Three lines. No way you could mistake it. You were pregnant.

In all your life, of all the times you’d imagined that moment, you’d never imagined something like that.

You thought it would have been a joyful moment, with a little bit of fear and worry for the huge step you’d gonna be taking, but mainly happiness. With the person you’d be spending your life with.

Instead, you found yourself sitting on the floor of your bathroom, alone.

You felt hopeless, abandoned and utterly, completely alone.

Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you forced yourself to find the strength of standing up and looking at your reflection in the mirror.

Now all the late evening sicknesses, the aversion to tuna and salmon which you normally loved and the sense of uneasiness every time you got up in the morning had a reason to be. What a fool you felt now for not having understood earlier.

You stared at your own reflection, turning halfway to your left, looking for some signs of a bigger belly but everything looked normal to you. It must have been like a month or two max.

Caressing your lower belly, you sighed. The next thing in your mind besides coming to terms with it  was realising you now would have had to tell him.

The thought of him brought you back to the night when six weeks ago the two of you had put the word ’end’ to your relationship. That night had only been the climax of a lot of things piling up over those months of being together, like fights about him always being away, fights about you working late in the evenings and endless fights about way too many rescheduled dates and missed calls.

You remembered the look on his face when you both realised that that was it for the two of you. You remembered him cupping your face and kissing you heavily and passionately and then him rolling you over on his couch and just exploring every inch of your body as if to try and impress it all in his mind. You remembered not wanting that moment to end and savouring every inch of his skin, inhaling his cologne and absorbing the image of his beautiful green eyes into yours.

You also remembered crying your eyes out later that same night. After making love for what seemed like an eternity and a fraction of a second at the same time, he’d fallen asleep next to you and you’d felt tears pricking behind your eyes. You’d cried silently and lulled yourself to sleep that way, knowing you’d never stop loving him.

The timer beeping in the kitchen told you it was midnight and brought you back from your flashback.

You couldn’t tell him about the pregnancy.

You knew that the second your eyes would have met his, you’d become puddle at his feet. You were too much in love with him to have the strength of telling him you were expecting his baby and then see him walk away again from you.

Getting over him was one of the hardest things you’d ever done and you were not sure you would have bared to do it another time.

You opened the sink and let cold water wash over your face. When you looked back up at yourself in the mirror, you were sure you’d taken the right decision.

Months passed and your determination and will power made it possible that the baby grew strong and healthy in your belly, which was getting bigger and bigger by the day, according to your friends and family. They had repeatedly asked you who the father was, but the only person who you’d actually told the truth to was your gynecologist.

She was the only one who knew the father of your baby was actually Ben freaking Hardy.

Every time someone close to you asked you who the father was, you just said it was this guy who you’d seen for a few months and then broke up with because of his work. Which in fact was not entirely untrue… you just happened to omit the fact that the guy was a world-famous celebrity.

You resolved way early in the pregnancy that sharing the father’s identity would only have compromised his work – the media would have followed him everywhere – and your privacy.

It was only easier this way.

As you walked through your last six months in your mind, a little smile popped up on your lips and you mentally applauded yourself for handling it so well.

You were only a few gynecologist-appointments away to the due date and not a single call or text from Ben. Over the months, as you taught yourself to forget about him, you figured he had forgotten about you.

That Monday you had left home later than usual for your OBGYN appointment. Your heels clicked on the asphalt of the sidewalk as you walked quickly from your car to the clinic. You checked in for the examination and were told you had a two-hour wait ahead of you.

Hearing your stomach grumble for something to eat – which you had not had in the hurry of leaving home as soon as possible – you decided to employ those two hours in getting breakfast at the Starbucks across the street.

Just like you’d expect, there were dozens of people in line for coffee. You patiently got in line and took out your phone to look through your messages and pass the time.

Two messages from mom, a missed call from your friend Debbie and an Instagram direct from your group of friends. The usual.

Scrolling through your feed you noticed recurring photos of Ben recently taken by paparazzi. Ben in a sweatshirt jogging in the park, Ben in his grey beanie walking Frankie, Ben in the pink suit at Wembley with Gwilym.

His face seemed to be everywhere those days. And it was becoming harder to ignore the fact that you hadn’t told him about the baby.

You sighed frustrated and put your phone away in your purse, accidentally elbowing the person behind you in line.

As you turned to apologize, you looked up and froze on your spot.

You’d looked at one of his pictures on the phone like three seconds ago and there he was.

“Sorry…” you mumbled and quickly turned around. You had only been able to catch a glimpse of the reassuring smile he had given you.

He was wearing air pods so he probably hadn’t even heard you. You hoped he hadn’t noticed how red you’d become on your cheeks and how awkward you were moving now that you knew he was behind you.

He was even more handsome than you remembered, with his stupid black leather jacket you used to borrow all the time and the black sunglasses in his hair. It was hard not to think how much you’d missed him.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” the woman behind the cashier asked you.

You shot a fleeting glimpse behind you and answered: “Y/N”.

As she wrote down your name on the cup, you felt something moving behind you and you soon heard his voice

“Y/N, is that you?” Ben asked from behind you.

Crap. Your cover had been compromised.

You slowly turned to him and waved a little “Hi”

You saw him smile widely, then taking in your whole figure and painting his face with genuine surprise.

“Wow, it’s been so long…” he attempted, rubbing his neck awkwardly “ehm… congratulations…!”

You smiled back and thanked him, as you walked away from the cashier and found a place at a table nearby.

“So how have you been?” you asked him with a polite smile, while the butterflies stormed in your stomach.

He told you about his recent projects and the future ones and you nodded along like you would with a long lost friend with whom you don’t have the same intimacy anymore.

He stopped for a second and smiled.

“You look radiant” He just commented and you felt your cheeks flushing.

“Oh stop it, Ben”

“No, I mean it…” he continued “You look happy”

He smiled again then added “I don’t know who he is… but I can see he makes you happy”

You felt like laughing and crying at the same time. Maybe it’s the hormones.

You shook your head “It’s not a he…” you giggled lightly at the confusion on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry I-”

“It’s a she…” you interrupted him “but she’s very young, she doesn’t have a name yet…”

As you said so, you saw his eyes focusing on your hand placed on your prominent belly.

He looked back at you and chuckled “Well, in this case, I’m very happy for you. A girl… like you always wanted…”

You didn’t know if it was your imagination or something, but those words sounded so sad and sincere to your ears.

You gave him a small smile before looking away from his eyes.

“Is it inappropriate for me to ask who the father is?” he attempted.

You looked back at him and slowly shook your head.

“It is not inappropriate. It’s a legitimate question and you have no idea how many times people have asked me…”

He smiled “And what do you tell them?”

That sneaky bastard knows me too well.

“’You don’t know him… we’ve dated for a while but we’re not together anymore’”

“And what do you tell me?”

He knows it’s not the entire truth, I cannot believe him.

You found yourself torn between the decision to keep him in outside the whole thing and the urge to tell him everything.

“Exactly what I say to everyone that asks… I’m not seeing the guy anymore” you answered and Ben nodded slowly.

“Do I know him?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

You smiled a little “I’m not sure…”

He shifted in his seat and leaned in towards you so he could whisper, “Then tell me his name, I might remember him…”

His green eyes were staring into yours and you felt at home after a long time of wandering around. If you’d been prone to sarcasm a few minutes ago, now there was no trace of it. You could read in his eyes he was trying to remain still while thinking you had been with somebody else.

“Can I ask you something?” you suddenly said, trusting your instinct.

He nodded vividly “Sure, Y/N, anything…”

“Have you ever thought about us since… you know… we broke up?”

He bit his lip, like he would always do when he had something hard or important to say, and gently took your hands into his.

“You have always been in my mind…” he admitted in a low voice looking down at your hands “Whether I was asleep or awake, you were always there… and I’ll never forgive myself for letting you slip away from me”

“You didn’t let me…” you stopped him “I slipped away cause we both decided it was best for us. I decided that–”

“Yeah, but I didn’t stop you. I thought our decision would have made my life easier… I didn’t imagine how wrong could I be…”

You didn’t expect such an open-hearted confession.

“Do you really feel this way?” you asked cautiously.

He looked right back at you “Of course I do, Y/N, I-”

“Then answer this,” you interrupted him again “if we could go back to that moment and change what happened, would you want to?”

You were staring into each other’s eyes and it felt like the world around you had stopped. As you waited for an answer, you felt his thumb rubbing circles on your hand.

“No, I wouldn’t” he then said and you felt the small ray of hope dying out inside of you.

“Oh-”

“I wouldn’t change what happened because it made me understand what life feels without you and now I know I’m ready to make things work”

Your lips parted in shock. It was exactly what you’d always dreaded to hear from him. What was happening felt surreal and before you knew it you caught him inching closer and softly kissing your lips.

It was like coming home after a long time and the gentleness of the kiss made your heart soar.

You pulled away and looked down at your hands still intertwined to his, a small giggle falling off your lips.

“I missed this” you admitted looking back up.

He smiled openly “I missed you” he kissed your lips again, before pulling away, “so… do we get a second chance?”

You chuckled “Would you believe me if I said I’d been waiting for you to ask me this for the last six months?”

Ben chuckled as well, leaning in and resting his forehead against yours “I’m sorry it took so long”

“It’s okay,” you smiled “we made it, didn’t we?”

He smiled as well, “Yeah, we did”, he stopped for a second, then added: “Would the father be okay with this?”

Your lips curved in a big smile, “I bet he would. He’s a very cool guy, you know?” an idea popped into your head and you picked up your phone, “in fact, I’m gonna tell him right now…”

Ben’s eyes widened a little “You’re gonna text him now? Y/N, that’s not neces-”

A faint bing caught his attention and interrupted him mid-sentence.

He excused himself and stuck out his phone. You laughed a little, partially because you realized he hadn’t changed the phone cover you’d given him for his birthday, and partially because of his priceless expression once he’d read the text you’d sent him.

He looked up at you, his pink lips parted in surprise and his green eyes watery and glowing with renewed light.

“Are you joking?” he asked with a nervous chuckle.

You vividly shook your head “It’s you, Ben.”

He huffed and let out a light chuckle, nervously passing a hand through his blond curls.

“I-I can’t believe this…” he sniffled and only then you realized he was actually on the verge of crying.

You reached out to take his hand and held it tight into yours, smiling nicely and gently rubbing it with your fingers.

“This is our second chance”

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You sighed and decided it was a lost battle when you saw the curl flee again. A shaky little laugh trembled on your lips as you studied your reflection in the rounded mirror; your lips were beautifully glossed and you didn’t dare to touch the make-up on your eyes, being too afraid to ruin everything.

When you heard a few voices getting closer to your room, you closed your eyes and inhaled sharply.

The guests in the garden were vividly chatting together, waiting for your big entrance.

The scent of delicious food had never left your nostrils from the moment you had stepped into your parents’ house.

The footsteps on the stairs got noisier. But nothing could overpower the loud pumping of your heart.

You breathed in and out again, feeling yourself sliding into your own world, slowly into the past and getting lost into your memories …

… the door swung open, making you jump and causing your hand to draw a black line all over your right eyelid. You sighed and surrendered, sitting properly on your rug.

“Emma, I hope it’s very urgent. Like, tell me the world is ending right now. Otherwise, start running!” you announced, rotating your body to look at your roommate.

“I’m sorry, Y/N but – she stopped talking and looked behind her shoulders, before stepping inside the room and closing the door – he’s here” she whispered, walking closer to you.

“What?!” you exclaimed, immediately getting up. You rushed through the door and spied the little living room at the end of the hallway; you could see a tuft of blond hair popping up from the sofa. The second his head slightly moved to the side, you disappeared again inside your room.

“No. Don’t scream. Don’t panic - Emma shushed you, stretching her arms towards your body to calm you down – now breath with me. Inhale. And exhale” she was struggling not to burst into laughter and you could sense the hilarity in her voice.

But you followed her improvised yoga’s teacher skills and breathed heavily a couple times before massaging your temples. She then patiently guided you to the wardrobe and, with her help, you soon choose the outfit and adjusted your make-up.

“Now, you go out and get the boy, okay? He’s here for you. He likes you. And, remember – Emma got serious for a moment, pressing her hands on your shoulders – not too much tongue during the first kiss”

“Emma! You nasty!” you screamed and laughed at the same time. After a few more giggles, she hugged you tight and let you go to finally meet Ben.

Seeing him walk in your living room, as he smiley admired some photos, seemed so surreal. You gave your eyes the chance to look at him one minute more, before coughing a little to recall his attention.

“Oh, hi! – his smile could light up the entire room – you’re beautiful” he shyly admitted, getting closer and bending down to give a small kiss on your already blushing cheek.

“Thank you – you lowered your head a bit – should we go?” you proposed, stuttering a little bit.

“Sure – he agreed and immediately got closer to take your jacket inside his hands – here, let me help you with this” he caringly said, sliding the coat on your shoulders.

“Wow, what a gentleman” you joked, perching yourself on his arm as you walked towards the door.

“I want to impress you. That’s the only goal I’ve set for tonight” Ben admitted, as you stepped outside the apartment. You chuckled and laid your head on his shoulder while you started walking down the stairs.

“Then consider me impressed”

The cold winter’s wind hugged your two figures as you exited the building. Ben wrapped you in his arms, trying to protect you from the cutting breeze that was not-so-gently caressing your already red face. Luckily he had parked just a few steps down the street and soon you were warming yourself inside his red car.

As he started the engine, a familiar melody filled the air and you snapped your head in his direction noticing he was already smiling.

“You remembered!” you said with a childish tone. Ben smiled even wider and, keeping the eyes on the road, he replied:

“Sure! How could I forget? You’re always talking about Queen” his fingers reached for the radio to turn the volume up. You started to nod your head and, soon, you were already singing along to Somebody to Love, making Ben chuckle and hum the song in chorus with you.

The car-ride didn’t last long and in a little while you were able to spy the edifice where you knew the cinema was located. Your heart started to beat faster again and when Ben parked the car and the silence fell between you two for a second, you were ready to bet that he was able to hear your heartbeat as well.

You stared into each other’s eyes for what he seemed, both, an eternity and an instant, then Ben smiled one last time before stepping out and walking towards your car’s door to open it for you.

Needless to say, that he didn’t even let you start searching for your wallet inside your bag, as he had already extracted a few banknotes from the pocket of his trousers. And needless to say, that he didn’t give in to any of your attempts as you tried to persuade him and let you pay at least for the pop-corn.

“Just know that the feminist inside of me is pretty angry at the moment” you commented, with a small smirk on your face as Ben kept the door open for you to enter the theatre. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but you could see his lips were already curving into a smile.

“Why?” he then asked, as you both sat down in the last row adjusting the pop-corn on your respective laps. You shrugged your shoulders and started to eat.

“Because I don’t need a man that pays everything for me. I can perfectly handle my expenses on my own” you were obviously exaggerating, adding a sassy tone to complete the whole discourse. But you were curious to see his reaction.  

“Good to know – Ben nonchalantly replied, throwing a bunch of pop-corns inside his mouth; he spied your surprised face with the corner of his eye, before turning his head to face you – this is just the confirmation I needed to hear”

“What confirmation?” you asked, mirroring the same smug expression that was painted all over his face.  

“Well, if you’re an independent woman that clearly doesn’t need a man to entertain herself, you accepted my invitation just because you like me. Or, to be extremely precise, you have an enormous crush on this incredibly attractive boy that is now talking to you” Ben was clearly flirting. He had crashed any kind of barrier you had built until that moment and inside your brain a thousand of alarms were ringing, causing you to short-circuit.

In easier words: you were speechless and blushing, as you couldn’t unglue your eyes from his.

The lights went off, partially hiding your embarrassed expression. A little laugh from Ben trembled in the dark, as you abandoned yourself against the back of your seat, hoping you could disappear then and there.

You were sure your feelings for Ben were obvious, but you didn’t know they were that obvious.

Suddenly, while you were sinking inside the spiral of your thoughts completely forgetting about the movie, you felt a gentle hand place itself on your leg. You snapped your head in Ben’s direction and, for a moment, you thought you had seen him flinch a little bit as if he was unsure of his movements.

You reached his knuckles with your trembling fingertips and laid your palm on the back of his hand. He didn’t hesitate and intertwined his fingers with yours.

A sigh of relief left both of your mouths as you settled into that new kind of grey area, where you weren’t black nor white, where you hadn’t decided yet what kind of relationship was yours. You were just two human beings enjoying the moment.

The movie was pretty boring and, in more than one scene, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Ben’s sarcastic jokes about the two protagonists.

“Oh c’mon, who speaks like that to his girlfriend!” Ben commented again, once you were stepping outside. Your hands still casually intertwined.

“I don’t know, maybe someone who is deeply in love?” you asked, batting your eyes to sound as cheesiest as possible. He giggled and pulled you closer to his side, putting his arm behind your shoulders.

Once you got in the car the electricity that had fallen between you two was more than obvious; and, as Ben drove through the night, you noticed how both of your faces were lightened up by a ridiculously gracious smile.

When you recognized your neighborhood you weren’t able to hold a disappointing puff. You weren’t ready to let him go; you would have loved to stay in his car forever. Or at least, all night.

Ben noticed your serious face but didn’t say anything. He simply parked the car near the sidewalk and turned the engine off, letting the silence wrap you two once again.

“Y/N?” he then said, making you turn around to look at him. You hummed in response, giving him all your attention.

“I know we met just a few weeks ago and I know that this is only our first date, but – and he stopped to look right back at you – but I like you. A lot”

You let out a shaky breath of relief.

“Ben, I like you too!” you said in a rush, feeling yourself freer by the minute. A big, warm smile appeared on his blushing face and you couldn’t help but giggle.Every trace of hilarity soon dissolved, when his thumb met your lips parting them.

Ben inched towards you and you did the same, giving him the chance to delicately caress your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked in a whisper as his fingers were drawing patterns on your face. You repeatedly nodded, not able to say a word in that precise moment. Ben smiled one last time, before closing his eyes and sweetly locking his lips with yours.

You both inhaled sharply and let your emotions run free, as you savored every inch of his mouth so perfectly pressed against your hungry lips …

… your fingers caressed the back of his head, causing him to lazy groan between the kisses. You proudly smiled and pushed him down on the mattress, straddling his lap. His hands fell on your booty, playfully squeezing it.

“So eager. And it’s only seven in the morning” you flirted, breaking the kiss and sitting on his lap. Ben laughed along and caressed your naked hips; you traced his abdomen with your fingertips, tickling him then and there.

“You leave me no choice. Look at you – he worshipped you, trying to sit properly on the bed to have his face on the same level as yours – we’ve been dating only for three months and I’m already crazy about you” he added, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips.

You blushed and cupped his face to gently transport him into another passionate kiss. Ben smiled and kissed you back, encircling your body with his arms to have you glued against his chest.

“Mmm … I love you” you accidentally mumbled against his mouth, but the realization of the words you had just pronounced struck both of you at the same time causing your kiss to suddenly end.

You instantly flushed until the tip of your ears, as Ben was staring at you with his lips agape. You had never dared to say those three words because you had grown up with the idea that having a crush and loving someone are two completely different things. And Ben knew this.

“What? – a smile had started to creep on his lips, as he reached your face to caress it – are you serious?” he asked, getting thoughtful for a moment.

“Yes – you immediately replied; there was no point in lying, the truth had been exposed – I love you Benjamin Jones” you chuckled, very aware of how much he hated his “real” name.

“God, I love you too Y/N Y/L/N! I fucking love you!” he didn’t hesitate and kissed you again. He soon made you roll on your back to tower your half-naked body with his, as the kiss got more passionate by the minute.

“I can’t believe you actually said it” Ben commented, starting to kiss your neck and causing you to moan softly. Your hands were caressing his muscled back, as you let him pleasantly torture you in your favourite way possible.

“Me neither” you giggled when his hair tickled your hip. Ben smiled and kissed the inside of your thigh, hungrily looking up at you.

“I love you” he then whispered, positioning a chaste kiss on your lower belly. You warmly smiled down at him, letting his face rest on your right palm. But, as soon as you opened your mouth to reply, the phone started ringing in the living room.

Ben rolled his eyes and groaned, hiding his face on your stomach. You burst out laughing and tugged at his messy hair.

“C’mon, be a good landlord and go answer the call” you said between the giggles, obliging him to get up. He looked like an annoyed child and, once he was standing near the bed, you smirked and mischievously laid down on the mattress again.

“I’ll be here, waiting for you to come back” you flirted, patting the empty side next to you. Ben swallowed and rushed towards you, to bend down and leave a fleeting kiss on your lips.

“Damn you” he commented, running outside the bedroom. You chuckled, scrolling your head, before abandoning yourself on the bed staring at the ceiling … 

… rapid steps reached the ringing phone and a quick hand grabbed it before it was too late.

“Hello? … yes, it’s me … yes! Finally, I’d add – you chuckle, resting your shoulder against the wall and taking away a couple of beads of sweet that were slipping down your forehead – there’s still a lot of work to do. Like, in every corner there is at least one box full of stuff that needs to be reordered and we’ … what? Tonight? I don’t know Emma – you said, extending your neck to spy your boyfriend who was struggling with the paint roller – the house is a literal disaster! Maybe tomorrow? … okay, perfect. Now I have to go or Ben will end up covered in blue paint very soon”

After the usual salutations, you ended the call and ran down the hallway just in time to save the paint’s container that was about to fall on the ground.

“Thank you! – Ben sighed relieved and puckered his lips, waiting for a kiss that did not hesitate to come – who was at the phone?” he then asked, taking the big brush in his hands again and adjusting the stairs near the wall to paint the uppercorner.

“Emma. She wanted to come and visit us tonight – he snapped immediately his head in your direction, making you giggle – I obviously said no, don’t worry” you added, taking a brush as well to retouch some parts then and there.

You worked non-stop for other two hours, but the proudness to see the perfect result you obtained with the freshly painted room had no price. You both stood side by side, with your arms crossed on your chests, admiring the perfectly renewed wall in front of you.

Ben rotated his head to look at you and you noticed, so you turned around to meet his gaze. He wrinkled his nose and you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“You have something on your face” he inclined his neck, squinting his eyes to study your features.

“Where?” you asked, starting to palpate every inch of your cheeks searching for a trace of paint somewhere under your eyes and near your nose. It was at that moment that you saw his smirk and, before you could stop him, he had placed his dirty palms on both sides of your face.

“Here” he laughed looking at your furrowed expression covered in blue and white. As he was almost rolling on the floor you noticed an abandoned brush in the corner. You quickly caught it and drew a perfect blue line in the middle of Ben’s face.

His mouth opened in disbelief, while it was finally your turn to burst into sonorous laughter. Soon Ben’s hands wrapped your waist and you found yourself screaming in amusement, as he carried you on his shoulder until he reached the living room (the only furnished room of the house) where he let you fall on the sofa hovering you.

“You little minx” he laughed, kissing you. You giggled, putting two of your fingers inside the collar of his t-shirt to pull him closer. After a few kisses and chuckles, Ben rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

You breathed heavily, caressing his face.

“We did it” he said in a whisper, touching your nose with his. You could feel tears of joy pinching your eyes. You kissed him again, this time slower to savor every second of that perfect moment.

“Yes. It’s impossible for you to get rid of me now that we live together” you joked, as you both found yourselves crying and laughing simultaneously.

“Poor me” Ben commented, before starting to pepper all your face with sloppy kisses. You started giggling again, hugging his shoulders to have him as close as possible.

He kept tickling every inch of your cheeks with his parted lips, slowly moving on your neck, then your shoulder, down your arm …

… he kissed the back of your hand again, for the hundredth time that night.

“Ben. We’re in public” you protested between the chuckles, adjusting his bowtie. Again.

Ben rolled his eyes and intertwined his fingers with yours, as you were both stuck in what seemed an endless queue to reach the elevator. Millions of little lights were shining above your head and you still couldn’t believe you weren’tactually daydreaming.

Visiting Paris had always been one of your burning desires. And being there with Ben, hand in hand waiting to go on the top of the Eiffel Tower to eat in one of the fanciest places on earth was even better than what you had always hoped for.

Eventually, your turn came and as soon as you reached the top you literally felt your breath stop in your throat. It was the most beautiful view you had ever seen in your entire life. You completely ignored the waiter that wanted to show youyour way to your reserved table, and almost floated to the nearest balcony.

As you stepped outside, a gentle breeze passed through your hair and your eyes got lost in the city’s skyline. Ben walked closer to you and, once he was exactly behind your back, he laid his chin in the crook of your neck encircling your waist with his arms.

“So? What do you think?” he asked, grazing his lips close to your ear. You scrolled your head, still overwhelmed by the beauty of Paris.

“This is … this is insane – you commented, wiping away a couple of tears that were starting to fog your sight; you heard Ben giggle and after he had kissed your cheek, he distanced himself as you found yourself randomly rumble andinvoluntary express your thoughts – you know, a part of me was sure you wouldhave proposed or something here in Paris, as it happens in thousands ofrom-coms. But then I thought it was too cheesy, even for someone like … you” that last word dying on your lips, as you turned around and saw Ben kneeled down in front of you.

A big, shy smile had appeared on his face, while the chatting from inside the restaurant got quieter. Everything got blurred, the time froze in the moment your eyes met his.

“Maybe it’s cheesy. And it’s also very predictable, I’m aware of that. But you know, I thought that, since everything started at the cinema, while we were watching a terrible romantic movie, it would have been funny ending up in the same exact situation” a nervous laugh escaped both your mouths, as you were quick to dry your crying eyes.

“So, here I am. Behaving as the protagonist of the cheapest film ever just to ask you if you, Y/N Y/L/N, would like to marry me?” Ben said, extracting a little velvet box from his trousers and opening it to reveal a shining ring. You covered your mouth in disbelief, nodding imperceptibly.

“Yes, Ben! Yes!” you finally replied, when you saw even the slightest shadow of preoccupation trespass his face. In a moment you were in his arms, while everyone around you was clapping and cheering you two.

The confused claps got heavier and heavier …

… they transformed themselves into knocks. The door creaked and you came back to reality.

Your mom made her entrance into the room, positioning herself behind you and looking at your reflection. She tried adjusting the curl inside your styled hair, as you had done previously, but without success. You both started to laugh, as she pressed her hands on your shoulders.  

“Are you ready?” she rhetorically asked. You looked at her in the eyes using the mirror as a shield to hide all your mixed emotions. You didn’t answer and got up instead, walking towards the window.

You moved the curtains and saw all the people gathered in the garden waiting just for you. Ben was already there, trembling as a leaf and nervous as he had ever been in all his life.

“Sure” you whispered, with your heart full of love. Your mom was visibly moved as she accompanied you down the stairs and near the big, doubled-glassed window that led into the garden. Your father was already waiting for you with tears in his eyes. You kissed both of them and waited for your mother to get to her seat and for the wedding march to start playing.

When the first note trembled in the air, you squeezed your father’s arm, who held you back as you both stepped outside. Everyone got up, looking at you. You could recognize a few faces: your mom, some of your relatives and friends, Emma and her boyfriend.

But you had eyes only for Ben, who was trying so hard not to start crying at the sight of you all dressed and emotional while you were walking to reach him.

Every trace of fear had disappeared the moment you recognized in Ben’s eyes the same young boy that was absentmindedly watching your photos, wandering in the living room of your old flat.

The same boy that had kissed you in the car after your first date.

The same boy that had remained speechless hearing you admitting your love to him, a random Sunday morning as you were both lazily kissing in his bed.

The same man that had painted with you the wall of your first house.

The same man that had flown you to Paris just to propose to you.

That same man you had loved for so many years.

He was there. Wiping away a few tears after he had removed the wedding veil from your face.

He was the one. And in that precise moment, as you were staring eyes in eyes holding your hands, everything seemed perfectly right. Everything seemed simply perfect.

Ben got closer and kissed your cheek before you both diverted your attention to the priest. He leaned down again to whisper in your ear:

“You’re gorgeous”

You blushed as if it was the very first time.

“What a gentleman” you commented under your voice, looking up at him with just the corner of your eye.

“You know; I want to impress you. That’s the only goal I’ve set for the rest of my life” he responded.

You shared a knowing gaze. Nobody could hear you, but it didn’t matter because nobody would have understood that exchange of words. You smiled, as tears reached your eyes, and answered:

“Then consider me impressed”

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How could I forget something like that?

The voice inside your head asked again, while you kept an eye on the road and the other up in the skies; black clouds were massing among themselves, suggesting another autumnal storm. Luckily you had almost reached your destination and, with weather like that, you saved yourself from the usual traffic jam.

He's not going to say it to the others, I'm sure.

You repeated like a mantra, trying to convince yourself you were safe, away from any kind of unpleasant situation. You had already had a rough week, with the moving in into the new apartment and the work schedule you thought more than once you wouldn't have made it to the weekend.

But there you were, climbing the stairs with a bottle of white wine in your right hand ready to settle into a chill and funny evening with your favourite people in the world.

Relax, Y/N, he probably didn't say a thing. We're talking about Ben, after all! He's always so shy and reserved!

Your inner voice said one more time before you let your hand knock on Rami's apartment's door. A second later Lucy appeared in front of you and a wide smile curved her lips. After a warm hug, she invited you to follow her inside.

"You'd be surprised to know who our chef is, tonight" she giggled, taking the coat from your hands, while you were walking down the short hallway to reach the kitchen.

"Please, tell me it is not Mazzello" you joked, ensuring that you used the perfect pitched tone so that Joe could hear you even from the other room. And you weren't wrong; the scene that welcomed you in the kitchen was even funnier than expected.

Joe was cooking, or better, burning something, while Rami was shouting and gesticulating in complete panic. Gwilym in the meanwhile was laughing his ass out, abandoned on the little couch in the corner with his fingers wrapped around a cold beer.

Everyone was there. Except Ben.

Awesome! If he's not here, he hasn't said a thing! I am safe!

"We're gonna end up ordering Chinese food as always" Lucy's giggles interrupted your thoughts, as she disappeared a moment in the bedroom to leave your coat on the bed with the others. You smiled and finally entered the kitchen.

"If I knew we were setting fire to Rami's new wooden cabinet, I would have left work earlier" you announced, patting Gwilym on the shoulder before walking towards the chaotic couple struggling with the pans and the carbonized food.

"The bottle of wine is well accepted, but your sarcasm isn’t, Y/N" Joe immediately talked back with a straight face. The seriousness of the situation lasted exactly a second because as soon as you saw Rami's terrified expression you all burst out laughing.

"At this rate, the only thing we'll be able to taste will be nothing but Y/N's wine" Lucy commented, joining you and the others in the kitchen.

"What about Ben? – Gwilym suddenly questioned and you couldn't help yourself, but snap your head when his name was mentioned – Y/N? Did you text him or something?"

No, I just slept with him last night. But, despite the ambiguity, nothing serious; there's a good reason why I stayed at his place.

That's what you thought.

"Nope. Why should have I texted him?"

That's what you said.

The silence suddenly flooded in the room and all the eyes were on you. Your cheeks flushed and your heartbeat increased by the minute.

"What?" you couldn't imagine that a simple word of only four letters could cause such a wave of hilarity, but apparently you were wrong. They all started laughing.

"Oh c' mon, Y/N! It's so evident there are some vibes between you two" Rami stated, with the same tone someone uses to tell something that it's obvious.

And from there, a long, debated and animated conversation started to fill the atmosphere. You, on your side trying to disprove their theories, while they had probably already set the date for your and Ben's wedding. You felt like a boat that rows against the current and you decided it was better to give up.

You were saved from that awkward situation, when something in the pans behind Joe literally started to burn, causing a big, stinky cloud that replenished the whole kitchen. Rami almost had a mental breakdown, while Gwilym stood up at the speed of light to help Joe; you and Lucy ran towards the window and opened it immediately as little coughs were escaping from your mouths.

It was in that moment of complete chaos that someone knocked on the door. You noticed that the three men were still in panic and Lucy was trying to ventilate the whole room, trying preventing all of you to die because of a burned chicken's plume.

"I’ll check who's at the door" you suggested and quickly left the hell behind your back, already picturing a pissed neighbour ready to complain about the noise and the terrible smell that were coming from Rami's apartment.

Shit.

"Ben!" you said instead, seeing his figure as soon as you opened the door. God, he was dreamy even with a grey sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. You scrolled your head, subtly looking away from his green eyes.

"Y/N! How long" he joked, winking at you. You nervously laughed and nodded, moving a little on the side to let him enter the apartment. He immediately sniffed a strange odour and you couldn't help, but chuckle.

"Joe" that was the only thing you said, and he giggled as well.

"Got it. Don't need to know more" Ben replied, lifting his hands in the air.

The situation was rather embarrassing, as you both knew something had changed from the previous night. A thin layer of nervousness had fallen between the two of you.

Nothing had happened. Ben had simply let you stay at his place because your new apartment was full of painters and you honestly didn't want to sleep in a house that smelled like paint and solvents. But sharing the same bed and waking up together had indeed been an experience. A good experience.

Sure, if you hadn't forgotten something important at his apartment it would have been better but from the way he was acting, he looked as if he hadn't even noticed, so you started to relax.

But, as the best military generals teach, never let your guard down.

"The disaster happened in the kitchen, I suppose" Ben finally said, breaking the silence and pointing the room at the end of the hallway with his thumb.

"Good intuition" you playfully replied, inviting him to walk ahead of you. He chuckled again, but when you found yourself halfway into the corridor Ben stopped and turned around to face you.

"Hey, before I forget about it – the silence had fallen in the house, and you were ready to bet all your money that the others were listening even to the smallest part of your conversation.

Please don't say it.

- you left your bra at my place"

Aaaand … he said it.

Four heads popped up from the doorframe, all smirking to the scene before their eyes. You covered your face, all blushed and hot, with your own hands and Ben, seeing you so flustered, slowly turned around and flushed as well realizing how bad what he had just said sounded.

Leaning on the side of the van, you brought your almost finished cigarette to your lips, inhaling a big breath of smoke in the cold night.

Loud music was coming from inside the pub and every time the back door opened, you could see how crowded it was in there. You’d been in there for like two hours straight and you felt the need for some fresh air. You had to admit that it was kinda fun dancing and jumping all night but that night the crowd was insane and you needed a break.

You heard the back door creaking and you turned to see who’d come outside. Your smile lit up when you saw it was John.

You had recently discovered there was something else between the two of you besides the friendship you’d developed, both of you being Roger’s best friends. Your relationship hadn’t got a name yet but you were definitely something more than friends.

Friends don’t look at each other the way you do. Nor do they make out in the backseat of the van when the rest of the band’s not in sight.

His face lit up as well as he approached you, flashing you one of his famous smiles that made your insides twist and turn.

“What’re you doing here all by yourself?” he asked, stealing what remained of your cigarette and bringing it to his lips.

You exhaled what remained of your previous drag “Too much crowd in there. Had to breathe some fresh air”

“I like your idea of fresh air” he said taking another drag of the cigarette.

You chuckled and turned to look at him, now leaning by your side against the van. It mesmerized you how different he looked to your eyes now that you had discovered this whole new set of feelings. He had always been your goofy and sweet friend John, but now to your eyes you could only see a handsome and cheeky man that could make butterflies fly in your stomach just by smiling at you.

You observed his lips wrapping around the cigarette and hushed down a sigh. God, you wanted to kiss him.

“What?” he asked, evidently confused as to why you were staring at him.

You shook your head “Nothing”

He grinned and moved to stand in front of you. He placed a finger underneath your chin and forced you to tilt your head up.

“So… the van’s empty right now…” he pointed at the vehicle behind you then tilted his head towards the bar “And they’re gonna be in there for quite some time”

You forced down the smile growing on your face “Oh, I see… Is this why you came out here, Mr. Deacon?” you smugly asked.

You saw him blushing but trying to maintain character by scrolling his shoulders “No, but I saw a beautiful girl standing here… I couldn’t resist”

You both grinned and you felt him inching closer to you and kissing the edge of your lip, before pulling away and holding out a hand for you.

You took it with a wide smile on your lips and followed him inside the van, locking it from the inside so that no one could burst in.

He sat on the back seat and you quickly put one leg on each side of his hips, straddling his lap. His lips were quick to lock yours in a passionate kiss.

You couldn’t help but think how comfortable you felt with him, how easy it was melting under his touch and how perfectly normal it seemed sitting on his lap and making out till none of you had breath in their lungs.

When your hips unexpectedly rocked against his crotch, an involuntary moan escaped your lips and your body froze instantly.

John half-smiled “That’s okay, Y/N, no one can hear us” he inched forward to kiss your jaw and slowly leave a trail of kisses down your neck

“Just relax” he added and you were relaxed, you were just surprised by how your body was responding. You’d never experienced that level of pleasure before so you realised you had no control over your body.

You hummed in response but John probably sensed your uneasiness and broke the kiss.

“Is this not alright for you?” he asked, gently caressing your back and looking to you straight in the eyes.

You shook your head and cupped his chin “No, no, John this is perfect I just… I’m just feeling things I never felt before…”

John smiled and furrowed his eyebrows “What kind of things?”

This was embarrassing. God, this was embarrassing.

You huffed “Nevermind, I can’t tell you” you moved to climb down his lap to sit by his side.

“Hey hey, you can tell me anything, Y/N” he replied, gently squeezing your hand.

His green eyes were scooping into yours and you could feel every inch of your skin lighting on fire.

How he had this effect on you was beyond your understanding.

You sighed “Alright,-” you adjusted on the seat and looked down at your hands fidgeting in your lap “-the guys I’ve been with never made me feel this way”

“Turned on?”

You smacked him, making him chuckle.

“No, asshole,” you chuckled as well “I’ve never… been loud”

He frowned “You mean you’ve never moaned or something?”

Your cheeks were burning red. You nodded slightly.

“But what about - ” you could see he was trying to be delicate “ - uhm, during sex? I mean I get it when your fooling around but-”

“I’m telling you, it never happened…” you cut him off.

John raised an eyebrow “But what about-”

“Oh my God, John! They were always finished before me and I never got to it!” you cried out. You were still not looking at him “Now if you’ll excuse me, this is kind of embarrassing so…”

“Yeah. For them.” He interrupted you.

You looked up at him and his eyes were serious. He wasn’t making fun of you and you mentally thanked him for that.

“Y/N, - ” he began slowly “ - you’re telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?”

You nodded slightly, still not looking at him. You felt a hand under your chin and a gentle pull forcing you to look at him, his eyes were comforting and somehow all the shame that you had felt, was less intense when he looked at you.

“Babe, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, the joke’s on those dicks who never took care of you,” he said, making you smile. He brushed his thumb over your cheek as to sooth some of the uneasiness you’d been feeling.

“If you’ll let me…” he continued, placing a hand on your thigh and slowly inching upwards “I’ll take care of you”

You bit your lip to force down the whimper that threatened to escape your mouth. Nodding slightly, you laid your back on the seat and John effortlessly climbed on top of you, a huge smile on his lips.

“Okay, stop grinning so hard, you’re freaking me out” you gently smacked him on the shoulder, only to make him grin wider.

“Just relax, darling” he said in a low and calm voice, while slowly pulling your dress up your waist and your underwear down your thighs.

“I’ll take care of you” he repeated in a soothing tone.

You exhaled harshly when you felt his breath above your core and his hair tingling the inside of your thighs.

He started leaving small kisses on your inner thigh, gradually inching forward to your core. When he slipped a finger inside of you, your back instinctively arched and your arms spread, looking for something to hold on to.

“John…” you whimpered, tilting your head back and involuntarily pushing your hips forward.

“How are you feeling?” he asked in a soothing tone, one hand working in and out of you, the other gently caressing your thigh.

“Mmh… g - good” you tried to answer without stuttering but your brain was going in overdrive. It had been so long since someone had touched you like that and no one had made you feel that way in such a short time.

Unexpectedly, he slipped another finger in and kept on thrusting at a slow pace, taking his time to twist his wrist slightly at every push.

“Fuck, John…” you heard yourself moaning.

You tilted your head up and caught him looking at you. He grinned, before lowering on your stomach to leave small wet kisses downwards till your core. You were shivering with anticipation and when you felt his lips on your clit, your back arched again and a loud whimper escaped your mouth.

It was clear it wasn’t his first time and boy did he know how to move. He alternated finger and tongue in an expert way and you felt like they had poured fire in your veins.

You felt the knot in your stomach tightening and short, hushed moans leaving your lips. Your breathing became more erratic and your hands tried to fist the air, looking for something to hold on to.

“Let go, sweetheart” he whispered while still working his fingers.

That’s what sent you over the edge. Your eyes shut closed and your back arched one last time, before collapsing on the seat beneath you,, the wave of pleasure washing you over making your mind blank for an instant.

When you opened your eyes, John was hoovering you with a big smile over his lips.

“How are you feeling?” he asked in a low and sweet voice.

Bringing your hands to your face, “Oh. My God…” you muffled against your palms.

You heard him chuckling “Well thanks, I’m pretty good at this”

You smacked him on the shoulder “Shut up”

“No I’m serious,” he kept on bragging “you have no idea how many times - ”

You cupped his face with your hands and dragged him closer to you to lock his lips in a devouring kiss. Your taste on his lips made it all somehow more exciting and now that his entire body weight was on you, you could feel he was excited too.

Pulling away for an instant, you brought a hand on his hip and you tilted your head up so that your lips were close to his ear, whispering:

“Rog you can’t be serious!” you half giggled, tapping the white towel on your hair to dry them a little. Your boyfriend scrolled his shoulders and abandoned himself against the doorframe. As he used to do every time he was nervous about something, he reached for the cigarettes in his pocket and lit one up.

“You know I’m jealous. Especially when the boys are around” the blond finally admitted, as a dense stripe of smoke flew out from the corner of his mouth. You raised an eyebrow, with the same annoyed face of someone tired to hear the same speech now and then.

“And you know I don’t want to see you smoking inside our house” you carelessly replied, stealing the cigarette from his locked lips and throwing it in the trash-can as you walked past him to exit the bathroom. Roger loudly sighed and followed you down the hallway.

“Also, you’ll finally see how good I look with that short, black skirt I bought” you mischievously smirked, rotating your head a bit to look at him with the corner of your eye. But when you entered your bedroom, the grin disappeared from your lips. Laid on the duvet of your king-sized bed there was a long, rather old, dress.  

“Why don’t you put that one on?” Roger appeared behind your back, leaning his head and letting his chin graze against your naked shoulder. You turned around so fast, you almost hit him in the chest with your elbow.

“Are you joking? – but as soon as you saw his expression, you understood he was totally serious – and you also rummaged in my wardrobe!” you added, immediately crossing the room to control the damage the tornado called Roger must have caused.

“You’re exaggerating! It’s such a cute dress” he nonchalantly commented, sitting on the bed. You fulminated him with your gaze.

“It isn’t and you know it!” you replied, disappearing again into the wardrobe to find the clothes you were determinate to wear at John’s birthday party.

“You’re wrong” at those words, you closed the door of the closet and crossed your arms on your chest.

“Okay, fine. Then give me one good reason why I should wear that dress”

Roger started to mumble the same old stories about “that skirt is definitely too short” and “I’m jealous of my girlfriend, am I not allowed to be?”, but in the meanwhile, between an answer and the other, you got dressed and ready for the party. Obviously wearing the outfit you’d been fantasizing about the whole week.  

“You’re being ridiculous. I decide what to wear, Rog. End of the discussion” you exasperatedly said as you both walked towards the door. Roger was evidently pissed off and, if that wasn’t already clear from the frowny expression and the sudden muteness he reserved you during your car-ride, he decided to publicly show his disappointment by ignoring you at the party.

And he turned out to be pretty good at it, deciding to remain sat still on the table’s chair even when you joined the others on the dancefloor.

“You have to admit it’s pretty hilarious seeing him in the corner, with the sunglasses on and the permanent pout on his lips” John commented, all giggly, as he bent down to talk in your ear. You snapped your head in Roger’s direction and couldn’t help but chuckle: John was right. But to your eyes didn’t get unnoticed his jealous expression at the sudden closeness between you and the bassist.

You licked your lips as a particular idea started to gravitate inside your brain.

As the song changed and the rhythm got faster, you started to swing your hips and dance in the middle of the room, immediately feeling the eyes of everybody on you. Included Roger’s eyes, who slowly took off his sunglasses to check if he was dreaming or not. Well, to say it right, to check if he was living inside a nightmare.

But that was the reality: his girlfriend was giving a show to each and every one of the guests inside the club.

And the drummer knew the whole thing was exciting him more than it should have had, as he started to feel the trousers getting tighter by the minute around his growing bulge. He inhaled sharply and slid the shades on his nose again when he saw you approaching him after a few more songs.

“Roggie – you debuted coquettish, walking around the chair to hug him from behind – don’t you wanna dance with me?” you whispered in his ear, as your lips lightly touched his earlobe. Roger scrolled his head, without giving you the satisfaction of using his words as an answer.

You couldn’t help, but notice the prominent erection that was showing through his leather pants so you decided to turn the tables.

“You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me – you started, caressing his shoulders as you slowly walked to position yourself in front of him; with a smirk that went from ear to ear, you sat in his lap with both legs on one side, throwing your arms behind his neck – or at least, when you try to ignore me. Your friend right here seems quite pleased to see me dancing while a bunch of strangers is not so subtly looking at my curves” you added, indicating with your eyes his hard cock that was now pressed against your butt.

And there it was. The sore button that made him explode.

“Enough,” Roger said between his teeth and with a sudden move, he made you jump on your feet before he got up as well and took your wrist to guide you outside the club. He walked fast and you were struggling to keep up; you reached the parking lot and, when you were just a few steps away from his car, his fingers loosened their grip and he turned his whole body in your direction.

Before you knew it his mouth was pressed against yours and you couldn’t help but silently moan on his lips. His hands were roaming on your back and butt, while yours were gently caressing the back of his neck, but as soon as he sensed a trace of tenderness in your movements, he broke the kiss and dragged you until your back wasn’t against the hood of his car.

“Don’t act sweet now, honey” Roger said in a low tone that made you shiver in pleasure. His index finger played with the waistband of your skirt, while his left hand was travelling up and down your thigh.

He started to kiss the skin under your ear, letting his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck. You moaned again, squeezing his shoulders with all your ten fingers. But you didn’t have the time to recompose yourself, that another loud groan drew itself on your lips because three of Roger’s fingers had entered you without warning.

“You have been a bad girl,” he said, a centimetre away from your lips, as his fingers kept pumping in and out of you. The last conscious part of your brain reminded you, Roger was fingering you in the parking lot, so you tried to move away his hand, but he clicked his tongue against his teeth to show his disapproval.

“I want to let everybody know I’m the only one who gets to touch you” his voice sounded so raspy and angry, that you arched your back in complete bliss. Roger smirked seeing you so powerless and started to move his fingers faster, circling your clit with his thumb.

“Roggie” you cried out as the orgasm crashed you like a wave and you fell inside his arms. But Roger was not having any of it and, after raising your head that had fallen on his shoulder, he put his fingers inside your mouth. You moaned and started to lick his digits, your own taste was all over your tongue as you could see Roger proudly smirk.

He retracted his hand and made you bent down the hood of his car. His fingers moved fast and lift your skirt, before sliding your panties down your legs. After squeezing your butt a couple of times, Roger opened his trousers and lowered his boxer just enough to free his erection.  

“Fuck!” you hissed when he suddenly thrust into you. His length deeply penetrated you and Roger started to move fast, without giving you the time to get used to the feeling of having him raw inside of you. After a few quick thrusts, he started to moan as well, while one of his hands fisted your hair.

“Oh – fuck!” you said again when he hit a particular spot inside of you.

“Language, Y/N, or I’ll punish you” Roger panted, letting his fingers wrapped around your neck. You could feel tears pinching the corners of your eyes, but the feeling was so good you would have liked to have him last all night.

But his movements were already starting to get erratic and his groans were louder and lower by the minute. His hands had found their spot on your hips again and he was literally pushing your body against his to go as deep as he could.

“Rog” you cried out abandoning your head against the hood of his car so that your cheek was pressed against it as you wrapped your fingers around his right wrist. When you felt him twitching inside of you, the walls of your pussy immediately clenched around his shaft and that was enough for Roger to let go.

You could feel his juices filling you up, but when you were ready to cum as well, he pulled out from you as a stressed groan thundered in your throat. When you finally found the strength to properly stand on your shaking legs, you turned around to see Roger already fully dressed with a cigarette dangling from his lips.