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"Christopher?" Fallon ran down the stairs with her phone in her hands and a grin on her face, which soon fell once she saw the laptop with the flight times on. "You're leaving?"
Chris turned to face the girl with his lips parted, ready to say something but he didn't known what to say.
"You are? Aren't you?" Fallon placed her phone in her back pocket and nodded slowly. "I'll miss you." She knew that he would have to leave at some point, she just didn't want him too.
"Seb has to leave for filming in a week, I need to get back for Dodger." He explained as he walked over to the girl and grabbed her hands, linking them with his.
He looked down at her, she didn't bother to look up to him. Instead she just stepped closer and rested her head against his chest and let out a deep sigh.
"It's boys night tonight, right?" She whispered. Chris pressed his lips against the girls forehead. He felt incredibly guilty for having to go home, but they both knew at some point it was going to happen.
"Yeah. We're going round to Jax's for a few drinks. Do you want me to stay here? I can stay home if you want me-"
"No." Fallon shook her head and pulled away from the man. "You should go." She offered him a fake smile and tried to walk away from him.
"Fallon, can we just talk about this please?" Chris questioned as he followed her into the kitchen. He watched as she picked up a bunch of letters and placed them into the back of a draw.
"Talk about what?" She questioned, jumping onto the counter top. "You have to go home and I understand that. I'm not mad."
"No, maybe not." He stepped closer to him, standing in between her legs. "But you're upset."
Fallon lowered her head guiltily, she hated that he could read her like a book. She nodded and grabbed one of his hands, tracing patterns on his palm.
Chris brought his hand up to cup the girls face, his thumb ran along her cheek and she nuzzled further into his palm.
"Baby." Chris whispered, gaining the girls full attention. Her cheeks burned red and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but smile at how effortlessly the word rolled off his tongue.
"I'm really gonna miss you." Fallon whispered as tears formed in her eyes.
"What are you scared of?" Chris questioned, his fingered trailing down her jaw, over her shoulder and down to her hand.
Fallon let out a deep sigh, resting her head against his. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him as close to her as possible.
"You're not going to go dark on me again are you?" She whispered. Chris felt her hot breath against his face. It hurt him that they stopped talking because of him. He knew that he should have done better. He should have tried harder to keep the contact between them. "I don't think that I can go through that again."
Fallon didn't cope well when her best friend slowly stopped replying to her texts. She understood that he had commitments and that he was a busy person.
But it still hurt her.
"I just got you back, I'm not letting you go any time soon." He pressed his lips against hers. His hands gripped the small of her back and lifted her off the counter top. Her legs wrapped around his torso and linked at the back as he walked them over to the couch.
Chris slowly lowered the girl onto the couch, been careful not to break the kiss. He hovered over the girl and felt as she tugged at his top, silently telling him that she wanted it off.
The man didn't hesitate on swiftly pulling off his top, revealing his toned chest and tattoos. Fallon looked up at him with a smile as he began to unbutton her top.
The girl grew impatient and pulled it over her head, throwing it to the floor and wrapping her arms around Chris' shoulders and pulling him closer to her.
His lips trailed down to her neck, leaving hickeys as he did so. The girl moaned and found herself fiddling with the belt on his jeans.
Chris looked up to the girl, she had a smirk on her face as she sat up. Fallon straddled Chris' lap and kissed down his jaw.
His hands traveled up her thighs, over her ass and up her back. He smirked as he found the bra clasp.
Fallon grinded against Chris' lap, she let out a small chuckle as she heard him moan. He gripped her hips tightly, preventing her from moving.
