I am FINALLY done with this. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know if you do, your comments are very much appreciated. Lots of love, B xx
It’s all he can see when he looks at you. It’s the color that paints your lips and it’s the only thing he’s been able to think about all night long.
When he picked you up earlier tonight, on your way to a dinner with a group of friends, his eyes had zoomed in on your lips the second you opened the car door to greet him - while you stepped inside and leaned in to say hello, placing a chaste and pert kiss on his cheek, his eyes followed your lips as you came closer.
“What color is that? Crimson? Bright red?” Is what he thinks, the shades of it swirling in his mind. He doesn’t know and he’s tempted to ask you but to do that was to show he’s been paying more attention to you than he’s got the right to and maybe it’d give you the wrong impression - he’s not interested in your lipstick but more on the way the color makes your lips look full and incredibly inviting.
Biting onto his bottom lip after greeting you quickly, his eyes fleet to his rear view mirror, spotting the patch of skin close to his jaw where you had placed your kiss - a lipstick mark remains, the shape of your lips stamped onto his skin in a bright shade of red.
The sight gave him goose bumps and he couldn’t explain why, but when you leaned forward on his front seat, the visor pulled down so you could look in the mirror and make sure your lipstick was not smudged, Harry felt his stomach sink - images of you on your knees, eyes hazy and lips swollen while you suck on his cock with greedy, swollen and red painted lips, leaving a stain on his length, invaded his mind without his permission and he feels his cock twitch in his pants, heat rising underneath his skin.
It’s no easy task being an ordinary parent to an extraordinary child. I failed in that task. And because of my prejudices, I failed you. I am haunted by how things might have turned out differently if I had been more willing to hear your side of things. For me, it’s the end. For you, a chance to grow old and someday do better with your own child than I did with mine. It’s for that child that I give you my ring. I don’t ask for your forgiveness or for you to forget. I ask only that you believe this: whether you are now reading this as a human or as a vampire, I love you all the same, as I’ve always loved you and always will.
Note: Not requested, but this came about because I went to the pool today and then went straight to work and I felt that sleepy feeling you get after spending time in the sun. Its a special and specific kind of sleepy. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it’s nice. It made me want to take a nap with Shawn.
The cool air of your hotel room hits you as soon as you
swing open the door. You had turned the air conditioner on high before you left
because you knew it would be hot outside, but a shiver runs down your spine as the
blast of cool air hits you without warning. You head straight for your bathroom to
take a shower, dropping your wet towel on the bathroom floor before removing
your black bikini and getting under the warm stream of water.
When you get out of the shower, you feel exhaustion hit you.
You had just spent the last four hours lounging by the pool, and the sun takes
a lot out of you. It’s one in the afternoon, a perfect time for a nap. There is
something about afternoon naps after mornings spent in the sun. They’re
magical, and they have a certain feel to them.
Exiting the bathroom, you hear the television on in the
hotel room, and a smile spreads across your face knowing that your boyfriend
has returned. He was gone doing press all morning. You offered to go with him,
but he insisted you stay back and enjoy the resort. You were in Florida after
Shawn is seated at the edge of the bed, watching the hockey
game on the tv. When he sees you, he smiles and says “Hey baby,”
“Hey hun, how was work?” You question as you crawl onto the bed behind
him, which immediately prompts him to move so he’s lying next to you.
“Good, nothing special.” You cuddle
closer into his side as his arm automatically wraps around you, and he asks,
“You tired?” To which you only sleepily nod in response. “Didn’t you just sit
at the pool all morning?” He questions, purposely giving you a hard time, but
you know he’s joking and doesn’t mean it in a mean way.
“Yeah, but the sun makes me
sleeeeepy.” You drag out the last word before hiding your face in his t-shirt.
The afternoon sun is shining into the hotel room, and the exhaustion you feel
is a good kind of exhaustion. Shawn has a show in a couple of hours, but
neither of you have anything planned until then. “Take a nap with me?” You ask
“You’re literally the cutest
person ever.” He tells you smiling down at you.
Your eyes flutter closed,
and you’re too tired to respond to his statement. You feel his lips press
lightly against your forehead before he moves slightly to get more comfortable.
And in his arms you fall asleep listening to the sound of his steady breathing.
Since everything laurent does is pretty much always so deliberate how long do y'all think he sat there before coming up with “hello, lover”?
Laurent: hello sweetheart? *flashback to ‘i speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart’* no that backfired. hello beefcake? Fuck my crush is showing. Hello sunshine? disgusting. Hello Dimple? *supressed thought* f u c k
31.1.2016 1.26 p.m. - 46/100 days of productivity - Panicking and trying to cram for a Finnish exam I have in two weeks… Seriously I feel like crying at the thought of it :(
Hope your day is better than mine! x