Mmmm slow makeouts with Fionn late at night while it's dark, and it's raining outside, the only light coming from the sparse heat lightening in the clouds. Maybe you're in your underwear and one of his old shirts, no bra, and he's still in his sweater and jeans from the day, too intertwined with you to worry about changing out of them.
Jesus Christ… This sounds like such a dream right now. You’ve been cuddling and kissing and making out since he arrived home in the early afternoon, sprawled out on your bed as the weather outside took a turn for the worst and made the both of you feel content and cosy; him in a thick sweater and jeans and you in nothing but a pair of knickers and one of his t-shirts. And neither of you have eaten and it’s passed the dinner-mark of the day, nearing 11pm as the thunder rolled through the sky and lightning lit up the dark space of the bedroom, cracking out but neither of you care because you’re too engrossed with one another.
Sometimes you lay upon him and sometimes he lays upon you. Sometimes you drape yourself over his body and sometimes he drapes his body over your body. Sometimes you sit up with your legs crossed and sometimes he sits up against the headboard. Sometimes you get up for a wee and sometimes he gets up for a wee. Sometimes he has you locked in his hold as he peppers kisses around your face and sometimes you have him locked in a hold as you pepper kisses to his face.
It’s quiet between the both of you. It started off with him explaining his day and how he had been jumping from building to building to get photoshoots and press interviews done and it had ended with you expressing your love for him and how you hadn’t been able to do much sketching or painting on a canvas because he wasn’t there to give you inspiration. But that’s it. There are no plans being made and no meaningless talk or pillow-talk happening as you lay there in his arms and feel his fingers raking through your hair.
“Are you getting hungry? I’m getting a little hungry. I can whip up some sandwiches for us? S’too late to order in and I’m not going out in this weather to find somewhere,” he murmurs, straining his neck away from you to look down and smile, “I think there’s some leftover bacon in the fridge from this morning. I can make some egg and bacon sandwiches? Know you love them.”
“You really know what gets me going,” you giggle, leaning up on your elbows, “I would love a sausage on the side.”
He whines out and scoffs, “you really know how to make things dirty.”
“I wasn’t being dirty, Fionn! There are some sausages in the fridge that need to be eaten.” xx