The Air Between Us • NH

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Song: The 1975 - Is there somebody who can watch you

I know it's me who's supposed to love you.

        "Baby, will you scratch my head?" Her glasses falling further down, now at the tip of her nose. She pushed them back up as she looked at him. Bangs falling down around her, making her face look more round and sweet. She nodded, gesturing towards her lap. "C'mere," she spoke softly.

He laid his head down on her lap, her fingers finding his blonde and brunette strands. Digits moving in circles, scratching lightly along his scalp. He hummed delighted at the sensation. She pulled on occasion, her giggles filling the harmonious space. He'd growl lowly, his smile permanently placed.

        "You asleep yet?" He hummed. His hand lightly squeezing her knee.

He zoned out, the feeling of relaxation around him, filling his body. She continued to search through his record collection. Most unknown to her and others newer to her knowledge. She played one or two, the others stayed scattered around his carpet. The music playing lowly as background sound to him, adding to his tranquil state. She hummed to it, singing quietly to herself when she knew the words.

Is there somebody who can watch you?

I know it's me who's supposed to love you...

        "I love you," he added to the soft whispers coming from her lips. She smiled, her fingers still moving in pleasant serenity around his head.

...

        "Song to have sex to?" The blue eyed boy ran his hands through her hair, pushing back strands along her forehead. She looked to his lips, pursed under concentration. "Robbers by The 1975 or the one you were singing a little while ago," "Is there somebody who can watch you?" "Yeah. You?"

She smiled, closing her eyes, opening them to a serious face, "Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke." A smug look crossed her face, his actions mirrored hers. "You're such a naughty girl." She laid back looking up at the white speckled ceiling. Giggles floating up and making her break, laughter joining them together. "Seriously though, which song should I make love to you too?" She answered simply, "To Build A Home, The Cinematic Orchestra." She leaned back on her elbows quickly and looked down at him and added before he could speak, "Friends by Ed Sheeran." "Oh, nice one." She nodded, "I know right." 

Biting her lip, she thought for a moment, "wait," He licked his lips, she looked off into space, "you said 'which song should I make love to you too' oh my God!" Cross legged on the floor, her face in her hands. She was red as a tomato. "Niall... Horan," he was smug as she peeked over at him. "That's my name." Straddling him, hands pinned above his head. She leaned closer, "with me, really?" He sat up, his hands cupping her face. His lips pressed to hers. Leaning back, their foreheads together as he looked down, "really."

... 

His hands, flat on the carpet, propping himself up as she stayed straddling him. Her hands ran up and down his chest. "Does it hurt?" "Does what hurt, baby?" His fingers pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Sex." His hand cupped her face, eyes lingered on hers, smiling, "no." 

        "I've heard, sometimes it does." Dropping his hand, staring at her hands on his chest. "It's different for everyone." She moved from his waist to sit against the bed. The floor just seemed like their domain at the moment. He felt it, took a breath and lied on his side, looking up at her. Her beautiful grin she always gave him when she'd think of something, especially, something about him. "How was your first time?" He stared at her toes for a little as he thought of the question. "It was okay," his finger under her foot, trailing up and making her giggle. "it was her first time too." She nodded. "You got better at it, I'm guessing." He nodded, a dim light to his eyes. He was never asked things like this when he was with Emma, she never wanted to know anything about his past. On the other hand, Grier wanted to know everything. To him, she was the little girl in kindergarten raising her hand for everything. He found that amusing.

He wondered if it was because she wanted to do all things differently then what all the others did. What she hadn't figured out yet was that, from the beginning she's done everything differently. No need to try, she was doing it, the man before her had yet to go to bed with her. That was quite big in Niall's book. Most girls would talk a few lines and under the sheets they'd go, not Grier though, it was little questions here and there, kisses and cuddling. Sweet and compassionate gestures like, scratching his head or rubbing his shoulders. She was sweet, a kind soul. She was innocent, corrupted very little. 

No young lady had yet to say they'd gone to sleep with Niall, sleep in the terms of; holding one another close, eyes closing, minds stilling, just gentle fingertips trailing along warm skin. Sleep finally taking over and a quiet connection finding two bodies in a dream.

A dream where only Niall and Grier existed and they spoke for hours without getting tired, no need for sleep, just two people finding the others company enough.

        "I'm gonna have sex," His hand around her ankle, thumb rubbing circles against her cool skin. "probably with you." His hand stilling, eyebrows raised slowly as he looked up at her. Her face soft and caring with a smile. "If that's okay?" Blinking slowly, he answered, "more than okay, baby." His fingers started up again with the motions before. Her hands pulled at the loose strings on her denim shorts. "Just letting you know cuz' Imma blow your mind." Shrugging with a smirk not well hidden. His features changed into pure bliss, "oh, I'd like to see you try." "Just you wait." His laughter was beautiful, left hand on his stomach, eyes shut, he enjoyed these moments with her.

...

        "Ducky..." He put back the records as Grier sat on the bed. Hands propping her head up, legs bent and moving back and forth in the air. "Yeah, Mouse." His body faced towards her as he finished. He took a seat next to her, body slowly laying down. His hand pushing her hair back over her shoulder and kissing her on the cheek. She blushed, dipping her head and clearing her thoughts to ask him something, "will you promise to make it fun." He pondered that, dipping his own head and coming back up with a grin, "make sex fun? I don't know Mouse, that's way too crazy." Her mouth open, shaking her head, she shoved his shoulder a bit. He laughed, grabbing her hand and kissing it. "I promise." 

She smiled and shoved him suddenly off the bed, he groaned. She laughed to herself and looked over the bed, seeing his hands reaching out to her. "Help me, I'm dying." She pulled his hand, he sat up as she spoke, "Why'd you fall off in the first place?" "Fxck, I have no idea. I swear someone pushed me." She smiled a big smile, kissing him for a long time. He laughed into the kiss, pulling her with him down to the floor. She screamed as they went down.

        "Fun is what you want, fun is what you'll get." Laid out on top of him she kissed his lips one more time, "promise," her pinkie out, he took it in his, "promise."