Note: so I found half of this already written on my phone from like 2 months ago, so I decided to finish it. I know it’s not the jeep smut, but that should be out tomorrow. Also, I’m posting this from my phone, so sorry if the layout or anything is strange 😄
“God, how did you manage to do this every night?” Shawn huffs as he flops onto the sofa beside me. Groaning, he stretches out his long ass body so he’s all up in my personal space; his legs draped over mine as his arm snakes around my shoulder, allowing him to play with the wisps of hair that didn’t make it into my makeshift ponytail.
“They’re not normally this bad.” I said in defence of Andy and Alice, who admittedly did seem very hyper tonight. But who could blame them, this was the first time they’ve seen their Dad in three months. That’s a long time for a seven and three year old.
I was so, so close to finishing my book I had been reading for the past couple of weeks when there was a slight tug on my hair. I let out a accidentally loud huff which make Shawn chuckle. I knew Shawn wasn’t going to stop until I payed him the attention he wanted. And, although I complain about it, I really did miss his annoying presence these past few months he’d be gone.
Rolling my eyes, I marked my page before dropping it in my lap before turning to the man-child in question. Suddenly it became really hard to stay annoyed at him; he just looked so soft in his red check flannel, and already messy hair, and with his head resting in the crook of his arm, a small grin playing on his lips as he stared up at me with sleepy, dreamy eyes.
“What?” I asked, confused as to why he was staring at me like a lost puppy.
He didn’t say anything, instead just patted his knee in a silent command. Placing the book on the coffee table, I crawled onto Shawn lap. A rush of warmth ran through me as he grabbed my waist, instinctively pulling me as close as our slightly awkward poison would allow. It felt great to finally be with just my husband after so long apart. No tour team dragging him away, no children running around and taking up our time.
“I missed you.” Shawn all but whispered, his nose buried into my hair.
And I could tell those words had more than one meaning. His hands slowly trailed down my body before slipping under the hem of my shirt. I let lose a small gasp as the cold metal of his wedding ring came into contact with my already burning skin, a small reminder he was mine forever. And for some reason that made me smile even more.
Meanwhile, his lips began their torturous job, leaving a litter of hot little kisses all the way down to the soft spot behind my ear before stopping. I squirmed at his warm breath on my skin, and I knew tell he was wearing that stupid smirk he always wore while teasing me.
“I missed you too.” I managed under my breath, just as his hungry mouth captured mine, our coming together lazily. After skipping out on shaving for a few days, there was a layer of scruff rubbing against my soft cheek, almost like I was kissing a carpet, but he was the best damn carpet ever.
Teasingly, I ran my hands up his chest and leisurely began undoing his shirt, popping each button one at a time. Shawn groaned in frustration, mumbling about picking up the pace, but that just made made me move even slower.
Soon enough I reached the last button, sliding the shirt of only to be met with the bare skin of his toned chest. His smirk broke out kiss as he caught my hands feeling their way around his newly tightened muscles.
“You’ve been working out again?” I asked breathlessly and lifted my arms, making it easier for him to take off my thin jumper. He rolled his eyes at the black tank top I wore underneath.
“Mhm. Got to keep looking good for you.” Shawn replied with a wink. Not bothering with the tank top, he dove straight to my chest, planting more heated kisses along my already burning skin. A particularly loud gasp escaped me as he began sucking the sensation skin above my breast, the mixture of his rough stubble and soft lips sending pleasure shooting through my body.
My fingers laced in his hair as he began venturing lower, tugging the neckline of my shirt down to expose more skin.
“Daddy? Why are you hurting Mommy?” We both froze.
Over Shawn shoulder, I saw the shadow of a small figure. It stepped out of the dimly lit hallway into the living room, reviling a very sleepy Alice. Her eyes were half closed, her pink and purple poka dotted ‘blinkie’ in one hand with its tiny thumb shoved in her mouth while she dragged her stuffed baby elephant by its ear in the other.
“What are you doing up Baby?” My voice automatically became softer as I scrambled to untangle myself from Shawn. Readjusting my top, I quickly pulled my jumper back on before walking over to the little girl and scooping her up in my arms.
“We didn’t read together.” She tell me sadly, her bottom lip sticking out in a small pout as her head rested on my shoulder, messy brown curls similar to Shawn’s tickled my cheek.
“I thought Daddy read with you tonight?”
She nodded her head, “But I can’t sleep unless you read to me.”
Sighing, I knew there was no point in trying to argue with her, “Okay, but only a short one. It’s already really late and you need to sleep.”
Alice nodded again, this time a small smile playing on her lips. She mumbled a muffled goodnight to Shawn, who stood up to give her a kiss on on the forehead.
“And you should be off the bed too.”’ I teased him, although we both knew we would be sleeping anytime soon.
Shooting him a shocked look, he chuckled under his breath as his hand came down on my backside, giving it a light smack. He didn’t say anything, just winked and pressed a quick peck to my lips before disappearing into the kitchen.
That man had some nerves, I swear to God.
“Why does Daddy keep hurting you?” Alice asked once we entered her room.
“He isn’t hurting me Baby.” I tried to explain as I laid her down on the Star Wars covered bed. Waking over to the bookcase across the room, I picked up the shortest book I could find.
“But he was biting you and hitting you.”
“That’s just how Mommy’s and Daddy'a play sometimes.” Alice looked at me like a confused puppy, probably wondering why Mommy’s and Daddy’s were allowed to ‘play’ like that when I tell her and Andy for hitting each other, “But you shouldn’t play like that.”
“Oh, okay. Mommys and Daddys are weird.” Is all she said as she snuggles down into the warmth of her bed, leaving just enough space for me to join her.
“Yeah, well, you’re weird too.” Poking my tongue out, her high-pitched giggles filled the room as I flicked to the first page.