~Christian Novelli One Shots~

"I'll Put Your Body To The Test With Mine"

“So how do you like California?” Christian smiled at me from across the bed. 

“It’s so pretty! Ten out of Ten honeymoon; would recommend,” I joked. 

“Well, good,” he replied, unbuckling his belt and un-looping it from around his thin waste. He turned and bent down over his suitcase that was opened up on the bench beside our bed. 

I stayed standing with my arms crossed, watching him and remembering the night I’d had. 

Our wedding was perfect. His little cousin was adorable as the flower girl, and seeing him play with her made my stomach churn with excitement and hope for the future. 

His entire family was there, including his dad, who they weren’t sure would show up. Christian had asked ahead of time if he could pick out the cake, and he chose a red velvet one, topped with bright red roses and a bride and groom in the form of, none other than, foxes. 

I cried when he said I do, because his voice cracked at the perfect moment. I was sure I’d never let him get over that, because I knew I wouldn’t.

Oh, and I wouldn’t dare forget how he looked in his perfectly fitted, dark black tux. He even had a aqua blue tie on that matched his eyes and made them stand out among everyone else’s. I remembered the way the tears glazed over his pretty eyes, too, when he saw me walk down the aisle, and he sniffled. 

And now, in the midst of the grand suite we’d booked for the next week, was the time I’d been waiting for since eighth grade when I first laid eyes on him. 

“Well, um, I’m gonna go change and uh,” I sputtered suddenly into the silence as I grabbed up my pajamas and stepped backwards. 

Christian spun around on his heels and smirked. “We don’t have to worry about that anymore, you know.” 

He didn’t specify as to what he was talking about, but I knew. 

I blushed deeply and starred down at the red, plush carpet beneath my feet. 

“Here, ‘lemme help you,” he said as he quickly pulled his undershirt over his head, ruffling his black hair. Shadows rushed in to fill the toned places on his body in the darkness of the room. I hadn’t seen anyone so perfect. 

He grinned and bounced across the bed, over to me, and balanced on his knees. 

Those pretty, blue eyes were focused and starring up at me from underneath black eyelashes that framed the oceanic orbs perfectly. 

He reached out and took the sides of my Pierce The Veil t-shirt I’d changed into after the wedding. Did he realize how he was seductively, absent-mindedly biting his bottom lip? 

“See?” he teased me as he inched the shirt farther and farther up my pale stomach. 

I dropped the set of clothes I was holding on the ground next to me and stepped closer to him. 

But he leaned back and, to much of my disappointment, stopped peeling back the material right as he reached my chest. “Or you could just go change in the bathroom,” he sighed. 

“No!” I bubbled out accidentally. “I mean… ahh.” 

I stepped closer to him, and he leaned back towards me. 

“Oh, good,” he half-way breathed. 

I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t stop watching the way his muscles moved underneath his light skin. I couldn’t resist the urge to put my hands in his hair. I couldn’t hold back. 

My lips crushed against his violently and I fell on top of him. He squirmed for a moment, trying to feel his way around my body before unhooking my bra underneath my shirt. We both paused at the same time, breathless, and looked eachother in the eyes. 

“I love you,” he gulped. 

“I love you, too,” I replied. 

And that’s why my wedding > you.