YetanotherHiddlestoner

Higgs held you firmly in place on his lap. His left hand gripped your hip, as his right hand moved to the back of your head. Fingers curled into your hair, and he tugged ever so slightly.

He broke the space between your faces, and took a moment to look at you. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded and lips swollen. The two of you had been going at it for quite some time, and you were surprised it hadn’t progressed further. Though truthfully, you were not complaining. You’ve made out with Higgs on numerous occasions, but something about this time felt a little different. A little more… sensual.

“God,” he breathed out, leaning back in and nipping at your already bruised lips. “You’re perfect.”

“I know,” you mumbled into his mouth. “What did you ever do to deserve me?”

“Fuck if I know,” he smirked into you.

You ran your hands over his shoulders, up his neck, and stopped at his jawline. Your fingertips danced over his beard, as you felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip. Opening your mouth for him, you felt the hot muscle press into your own. He groaned in response to the sensation, his right hand moving back down to hold your other hip.

He pressed down on the flesh, and you felt his half-hard cock through his pants; your turn to groan into the feeling. The two of your tongues danced against one another, swirling and licking, even sucking, and you soon felt your head spinning. His mouth tasted faintly of the beers the two of you had been drinking, and your own intoxication seemed to amplify over his taste, his scent, his warmth.

“Shit,” Higgs whispered, breaking the space once more.

You gripped his face hard, and pulled him back to you. You shoved your lips right onto his, kissing him hungrily and angrily.

“Stop fucking pulling away,” you grumbled after a moment.

“I’m not allowed to breathe?” he asked, annoyingly.

“No.”

Lips found each other again, and you bit his bottom lip after a few sweet kisses. He smiled into your movements, letting you do what you pleased with him. You stuck your tongue in his mouth, after noticing how compliant he was acting, and ran the muscle over his teeth. His crooked bottom teeth felt jagged with the movement, and you dug further. His tongue met yours eventually, and they entwined once more.

Higgs began to grind your hips ever so slightly on his lap. His cock was growing harder, and soon you felt his whole length prodding into the space between your legs. Desire was building within the both of you, yet neither wanted what was currently happening to stop.

Sex was sex, but this? This was practically domestic. And the two of you were most certainly not domestic.

The thought of something being different invaded your mind yet again.

Higgs moved his head back, and brought his hands up to your face. He stared into your eyes, pupils blown wide, and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies. His cheeks were just as red as yours, from the alcohol or from arousal, you couldn’t say, but the look made him appear as if he were a different man to the one you knew so well. All of his danger was nothing more than a memory within the person who now sat in front of you; his facade so easily melted by you and your addictive kisses. A little bit of spit decorated his mouth, lips glistening in the low light of your shelter. Those same lips were swollen and red from your countless bites.

But the way he looked at you right then and there; oh, that was new. He had always looked at you with an insatiable hunger, an animalistic desire. That look entered his eyes when he fucked you, tormented you, schemed with you. It was safe, easy to understand. The two of you always moved on instincts, and instincts were simple enough to follow.

So what were you to do with this newfound… gentleness? He stared at you with reverence. It was almost the look of a man… No. You couldn’t entertain such notions. Someone like Higgs wasn’t cut out for a life involving such things. You knew that, he did too. Best to stick to what the two of you were good at.

Devouring one another.

“You’re killing me, I think,” his words finally pulled you from the evil workings of your inner thoughts.

“Feel pretty alive to me,” you retorted, grinding yourself against his clothed, hard cock.

“Mmgh,” he grunted, shifting his hands from your face to your chest. He fondled you for a moment, before dragging his hands lower, eventually stopping at your thighs. “No, I think I’m dead,” he drawled, “must be in heaven right now.”

“You? Heaven?” you said, rolling your eyes as you grabbed his chin, forcing his head up.

He smiled in response, eyes twinkling with mischief.  Looking down at him, you licked your lips as you moved in. You bit his neck, the soft spot that he always moaned extra loud at, and sucked. He squirmed underneath you as filthy noises fell from his wet lips.

Your tongue ran over the soft flesh, as you continued to bite and suck. Hickies soon formed across the skin, little marks signifying this man as yours.

And yours he was.

Higgs knew he was in danger. Ever since he met you, a part of him long sealed away slowly began to open back up. He tried to push it down with his more carnal desires. When the two of you had sex, he told himself it was normal; most everyone enjoys sex. It needn’t be anything more than that, just simple base desire.

So when you spoke to the men in his camp, why did he want to rip their heads off? When someone else made you smile, why did he envision riddling their body full of bullet holes? Why did he want to pull you close, melt his being with yours, and never let go?

He knew. Of course he knew. And he fought himself with it, every day.

“You got quiet,” your voice taking a turn to break line of thought, moving backwards to look at him.

“Just thinkin’ about you,” he conceded, feeling his head overflow with unfavorable ideas.

“I’d hope so,” you teased, running your thumbs over his cheeks.

He stared at you, taking in the feel of your warm fingers on his face. The only other time his face had been touched by another in his life, before he met you, was with his uncle’s fists. Any time a hand came towards him, he flinched, expecting what he always knew expertly well. So when you touched him with tenderness, that softness, it was all new territory for him; territory he never found himself recoiling from. 

And he loved it.

The way…

His hands grabbed your sides suddenly, and he spun you around. Your back hit the armrest of the couch, and he hovered over top of you. His knees found purchase under your thighs, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his midsection.

He leaned forward, and smashed his lips into yours. His hands slipped up under your shirt, and he fondled your soft flesh. No inch of your body was left unexplored with his callused digits. You moaned into the sudden onslaught he provided you with.

His groin grinded into your sex, and your stomach fluttered in response.

Looks like this was going where it always went, after all, you thought to yourself.

But, surprisingly, Higgs simply continued to kiss you. He sucked on your lips, running his tongue across them, then against your own tongue. He nipped at the sensitive flesh, and moaned into all of it.

You ran your fingers through his messy hair, and held his face securely against your own. The two of you kissed messily, strings of saliva connecting the two of you whenever a breath of air was needed. You felt your face grow hot, as well as the rest of your body.

What was going on?

You soon began to feel a little anxious, because this was not normal. 

“Higgs,” you gasped, moving your hands to his jaw and pushing him back slightly. “Everything okay?”

He stared at you for a moment, a flash of something working through his features.

“I…” he trailed off, leaning back on his legs. “I don’t know.”

You shifted up into more of a sitting position, legs still draped over his sides.

“Wanna stop?”

“Hell no,” he looked at you like you were crazy.

“Then what is it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. “You’re being extra clingy,” you teased, “kinda freaking me out.”

A knot formed in Higgs’ stomach at your words, but he smiled instead.

“You like me clingy.”

You rolled your eyes at his words once more.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he abruptly confessed.

Your mind went blank with the sudden admission, almost wanting to laugh at the absurdness of it. You had suspected that maybe something deeper was forming between the two of you… but no, this was Higgs. He hated, obsessed, destroyed; he did not love. Yet the look on his face told you that your beliefs were all wrong.

“What?” was all that managed to come from your lips.

His bottom lip protruded, as he mulled his own confession over in his mind.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, after a moment spent in silence, “I love you.”

You swallowed, finally taking in his sincerity. It was true, he had just spent the last half an hour kissing you like a man in love. You didn’t want to believe it because it would make life become a whole lot more complicated for the both of you.

But love, unfortunately, was a strand Higgs had wrapped around you and pulled as tight as he could. Suffocating, and sure.

“I–” the words struggled to form, as you watched anxiety rise over his face. “I love you too, Higgs.” The confession almost hurt, knowing you were opening yourself up for an eventual world of pain.

But this was the present, and it felt damn good to live in it.

A smile slowly tugged his still bruised lips upwards, as any worry that started to grow washed away. He leaned in again, capturing your mouth with his. The kiss was slower this time, deeper. He took his time moving against your lips, feeling every inch of your perfect, soft mouth.

The sound of your kisses and sweet moans filled the room. You rested your arms over top of his shoulders, and he leaned almost all of his weight into you. His arms wrapped around your sides, leaning on the armrest, caging you in. It was suffocating, in the most perfect way.

Higgs knew you would be his undoing. He felt it the very first time the two of you kissed. What he didn’t know however, was how good it would feel to finally allow himself to be unraveled; accepted for the first time in his life, for who and what he was. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yes, he loved you, and he would have it no other way. This wouldn’t ruin him. Hearing your confession back to him, he realized this would in fact empower him. A heart could do anything it so desired, when magnified by another.