Fight For Love

Part 15

You unlocked the door to the house, waiting for Paul to make his way from the car, still staring down at the paperwork that the nurse had given the two of you at discharge. The singer's face had been pale white the whole ride home, and he had hardly uttered a word. Your brain was still in the gutter from the little fire that Paul had started in the hospital room. Throwing your hands up, finding the singer standing at the bottom step, still reading the paper and muttering to himself.

"Would you come on! You've been studying that thing like there's going to be a test at the next appointment." You called.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I think I may have heard the old doctor wrong and am looking for something in here," Paul said, looking up at you and walking up the steps.

"Well, you're stressing me out, and WE both heard what the doctor said about that, which I think you made a promise about that too," you replied, walking into the house.

Paul looked at you with a huge grin and jogged up the stairs, throwing the papers onto the floor. You shook your head and rushed toward the living room, feeling Paul's hands on your hips, turning you around and pinning you against the wall. He kept one hand above your head while gently running his fingertips down lightly down the side of your face. Biting your lip, you tried to maintain eye contact with the singer as he leaned his face close, his lips almost touching yours.

"You made a mess over there, sir," You whispered.

"Oh, sweetheart, that's nothing compared to the one I'm about to make," Paul whispered back, kissing you softly.

The small kiss sent a shiver down your spine, making the guitarist smile against your lips. You shook your head and wrapped your hands around his neck, kissing him back harshly. Paul moaned into the kiss, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth. The two of you explore each other's mouths as the singer grabbed your hips, grinding his erection into you. Gasping at the feeling, you leaned your head back against the wall, trying to catch your breath from the heated kiss. Paul took the break to move his lips to your neck, kissing the soft skin and biting it rough, making you moan out and pull his long black hair.

"We should probably move this out of the entryway," You murmured.

Paul moved his mouth to the other side of your neck, biting and sucking the spot, making you roll your hips against his. You moved your hands to the buttons of his shirt, working as fast as possible to get them undone and the shirt off of the singer's body. Paul pulled back, letting the shirt fall down to the floor, and moved his hands to your ass, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. You began your own attack to the guitarist's neck as he traveled up the stairs gracefully. Paul sat you on the bed and kissed you softly before bending down, taking off his boots, then moving to remove your sneakers. Your hands went straight to the singer's belt as he got to his feet. You kept eye contact with the singer as you slowly up-did his buckle, watching his smile grow wider.

"You're so impatient, Y/N," Paul told you.

"Oh, I wonder why" You smarted off.

Paul shook his head and moved his hands to the hem of your shirt, lifting it effortlessly over your head. He took a step back, staring at you for a few moments like a lion waiting for the right moment to attach its prey. Feeling self-conscious under the heated stare, you tried to look away, feeling his hand on your chin, pulling your face up to look at him in the eye. You tried to pull away, seeing Paul shake his head before leaning down close to your face, kissing your cheek softly, then moving his mouth close to your ear. The feeling of his hot breath on you made you tremble slightly, waiting for his next move.

"Do you know how much I love you?" Paul whispered in your ear.

Letting out a shaky breath, you nodded your head in response. Paul smiled, moving around the bed and coming up behind you. Kissing your shoulder, blowing the skin softly before moving your hair away from your neck and biting the tender area below your ear. You hissed and reached your arm around, grabbing the singer's head as he continued the relentless attack on your neck. Paul made a small trail of kisses down to your bra, pulling back to unhook it. He leaned upon his knees and pulled you around to face him.