Just a lazy drinking and lazing in the balcony sharing silly stories
This request was so cute, the whole time i was writing I was imagining the boomerang he posted a little while ago of the fire on his balcony!
Okay, so this didn’t turn out exactly how i wanted it to, but i tried really hard! Hope you like it x
(This is super unedited, sorry if it turned out kind of shitty!!)
The sun was set to rise in about two hours as you sat with your back pressed to Shawns chest on the balcony of his condo, fire lit and music playing softly in the background. Empty bottles of different types of alcohol could be found littering the floor, left over from the small party he had decided to throw tonight. Nothing too big, just a group of his close friends and a few of your own, all the guests had gone home earlier in the night leaving you with your boyfriend and the crackling fire. It’s comfortably silent as you both stare at the dancing flames in front go you, his flushed cheek resting against the top of your head as his fingers gently intertwine themselves with yours. Your eyes travel from his fingertips upwards until they land on his forearm tattoo, your other hand coming up to run your finger along the dark lines softly.
“You’re so pretty, y’know? Look so good tonight.” You slurred, alcohol still flooding your senses.
“Pretty, huh? Thats not exactly what I was going for, but-“
“You know what I mean,” you giggled, “you’ve got a good face and everything, I almost didn’t talk to you the night we met because I thought you were so pretty… you’re beautiful!” You slur out, tilting your head to look up at him, an adorable smile plastered across his face, cheeks burning red due to the alcohol and the compliments.
“Ah, so I get you drunk and all snuggled up with me and the truth starts coming out, ey?” He jokes in a hushed tone, placing small kisses along your hairline.
“M’just drunk in love, baby. Drunk on you.”
“Oh yeah? And what about all that vodka from tonight, not drunk on that at all?”
“Nope, just you. Promise, babe!” You speak quietly, shifting to kiss him on the tip of his chin.
Silence falls over the two of you for a moment as you stare out at the Toronto city lights, Shawn noticing how you hold his arm closer to your body and readjusts the blanket loosely around the two of you.
“I remember the first time I ever saw you drunk, do you remember that night?” He questions, you shake your head no, so he continues, “It was the first time you met all my friends. You had been so nervous about the night that you had lost track of how much you were drinking and-”
“Oh my god, I do remember this!”
“About half way into the night I walked into the kitchen and there you were, dancing by yourself, already changed into your pyjamas, while you made two minute noodles and sipped on a bottle of wine, I’ve never wanted to cuddle a drunk girl more in my life!” He finished with a loud laugh.
“Don’t know how you stayed with me after how that night ended, I’m happy you did though.” Your words muffled as you hide your face in your hands in embarrassment.
“You mean after you emptied your guts into my toilet?”
“Shawn! We said we wouldn’t bring that up, I still feel so bad.”
“I stayed with you because thats the night I realised I loved you, and that I wanted you in my life forever.” He admits shyly. “More specifically when you walked up to me and kissed me in front of all my friends, I was so taken back, but I felt love for you in that moment and that feeling has only grown since.”
Speechless, you turn to properly face the beautiful man holding you in his arms so you can kiss his lips. Softly at first, slowly growing more passionate as he sighs and relaxes into the kiss. One of his hands finding purchase on your waist, while the other rests on your thigh as your fingers weave into his dark, messy curls.
“I love you so much, Shawn. So, so, so fuckin’ much! M’never going anywhere, you’re stuck with me forever, baby,” you mumble against his lips, not wanting to lose contact with him as his lips and tongue move perfectly against your own and his hands wander your body, rediscovering every curve.
Pulling away before he gets too lost in your touch, he looks into your eyes and smiles wide, the orange glow of the forgotten fire reflects in his own thoughtful eyes.
“I don’t even want to think about how boring my life would be without you, hunny. I’m never letting you go, not for anyone or anything. Now, lets go inside, the suns almost up, I’ll meet you in bed, I love you so much gorgeous.”