Honey

9

Ruels POV

She lays on the sofa in my room. She has her laptop on her chest, she types every few minutes then she stops. She thinks for a while with her lip between her teeth and then she types again. I'm not sure what she's doing or what she's working on but she seems to be engrossed deeply, like she's 100 pages deep into the words in her head.

I grab my guitar from the side of my bed and strum it quietly, i feel like if I get too loud she's glare at me and I'll be forced to stop. Even though this is my room she has full control over what I do wether she knows it or not, I hum along as I strum some chords. I look over and she has her eyes closed listening to me, her lip isn't pulled between her teeth she's just...relaxing.

Her chest rises and falls gently almost like she's asleep, until her eyes snap open violently and she begins typing furiously again. I stop what I'm doing and watch her carefully, she's on a word document typing what looks to be verses. I put my guitar on the bed and make my way over to her, I sit at her feet on the sofa. She's so small she doesn't even take it all up, I pull her feet onto my lap and I lean over the sofa to look at her carefully.

"Ruel stop, I just lost my train of thought" she sighs looking at me and I chuckle at her frustration.

"What are you doing maybe I can help you" I offer and she smiles at me.

"I'm writing" she tells me with a sigh and something about her expression tell me she's unsure.

"Are you writing my next hit?" I ask her jokingly and she shakes her head.

"I think that somewhere between the longing
And the leaving
There is loving that needs to be found
So when I lay here on the sofa
And he's humming to the sound of his guitar
I wish that we were under the stars
With my heart in my hand
And my head in my chest" she sighs and she goes to delete it all but I stop her.

"I like it" I tell her and she bites her lip.

"I sound like an amateur, I don't understand how my mum is so good at this stuff" she sighs.

"Maybe you're looking in the wrong places" I tell her and she hums quietly.

"When I write lyrics I have to dig really deep and pull apart everything. Every thought every feeling, you have to tear them apart and write them down" I tell her and close her laptop.

She tries to protest as I put it on the floor but I cage her into the sofa and she smiles wrapping her arms round my neck. Her body is warm against mine and her head leans up, she presses her lips against mine before pulling away. She looks at me carefully before I lean down pressing my lips against hers.

She tangles her fingers into my hair and I mess with the hem of her shirt, well it's mine but she's wearing it. My hands touch her soft skin and she sighs in contentment, she pulls me closer so I'm almost crushing her but I hold myself up. My fingers travel further up and her back arches her chest pushing into my own, I feel her everywhere.

Her kisses become messier as they travel from my mouth to my neck and when she hits the sensitive spot just behind my ear I almost lose it. She grabs my own T-shirt pulling it over my head before I crash my lips back against hers. Her fingers travel down my back almost like she's trying to touch every inch of me, I don't know why but I like it.

I lift up her T-shirt and she sits up allowing me to remove it. She's wearing a bikini underneath obviously, she's always prepared for the beach. I take her in and she laughs at me as I do, she pulls me back down onto her and she laughs into my mouth. My skin on hers feels like electricity, I swear this woman will be my undoing. She pulls away from me resting her head on my shoulder, panting heavily. I know why's she's stopped me but I don't say anything, I just kiss her forehead and sit up.

Despite everything Beau is a force that can do anything she likes, she's passionate and magnetic. And I'm falling in love with her.