A Vacation Done Right!

Chapter 3

                "Hey sleepy head." Suga's voice softly drifted through the darkness that was your brain. Groaning you moved your arms to cover your eyes.

"You know we are going to watch this movie again, right?" He teases, uncovering your eyes you glare at him realizing that he is beside you, propped on his elbows, looking up at you with a smile on his face. You raise an eyebrow in question, and he laughs.

"I don't make the rules. You slept through the movie. That means we watch it again. Remember when you made me watch that boring musical again? I worked so hard to keep my eyes open during that." He chuckled at your bewildered expression, fully awake now. "I don't make the rules."

You move the arm behind your head to the closest pillow, hitting him square in his face. His mouth and eyes pop open. You laugh at his fish-out-of-water expression and are hit in the face with the same pillow you threw at him. You look up as laughter explodes from him, and it's on. Pillows are being thrown, taking blankets down with it that only add to the terrain. Using the bed, blankets, and pillows to hide behind and attack each other. You creep over your wall of blankets to see Suga with a mountain of pillows. Realizing that he has all the ammunition, your eyes dart back and forth looking for weapons. When Suga pounces at you with a war cry, you are pinned on the ground. You groan under him, and his face is suddenly serious and worried.

"Are you okay?" He asks, releasing your hands to check your head. You smile and attack, tickling his sides until you're leaned over him. He laughs, squirming, yelling at you to stop. You stop as tears stream down his face, giving him a chance to catch his breath while you laugh above him. Forgetting the battle momentarily as you both catch your breath, when suddenly your world shifts and you are on your back again. Suga laying over you, hands pinned to your sides.

"Tickling was a dirty move Y/N." He chuckles. You're wide eyed, not paying attention to anything he says as your focus has shifted to the way his hair swings above you. Your panting mixed with his as you struggle to catch your breath. Your body is suddenly on fire. He's too close. Way too close. Dangerously close. His eyes catch yours.

"You know," he tilts his head, bangs swaying above you as he speaks, "I thought about you like this once or twice. Your hands pinned, looking at me like that." He whispered the last two words. His eyes flickering to your lips when your tongue comes out to wet them. The air suddenly heavy around you. The glow of the TV's blue screen reflected in your eyes when he looks back up.

"Suga," you whisper, his eyes watching you carefully, "kiss me." He shifts his hands, unpinning you as he places them beside your face. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into you with need. His lips meet yours in a timid kiss. Soft and slow as your lips touch. He shifts his weight above you, and you move your head to deepen the kiss. It's tender, slow, caring. He pulls away, eyes closed, forehead against your as he takes a deep breath in.

He plops himself beside you with a sigh, "Woah." You raise yourself to your elbows, searching his face for any signs of regret. Seeing none, you move one of your hands to cup his cheek. Shifting his face to meet yours, you close your eyes as you bring your face to his. Noses brushing against each other, breath on his lips as your heart thunders in your chest. He moves quickly, lifting his head to meet you. His hand sneaks around your neck and into your hair, pulling you into him with urgency.

You shift further, straddling him to get better access to his lips as you fall into a rhythm. His lips grace your bottom lip, asking for entrance but you're not ready to let go of this moment just yet. No allowing his entrance as you continue to taste his lips on yours. Butter and salt overpowering your senses. He nips at your lip again, and you allow him access, a smile on your lips as you do so. You separate, breathing heavy, eyes still closed. Suga watches you, relishing in your reactions. He shifts your hands to his hips, as you slightly open your eyes. He grinds himself into you, using his hands to hold you steady against him. You bury your head in his neck, a breathy moan escaping you. You hear him gasp when you grind against him.