agape [Sean Cassidy×Reader]

12. Top 10 Anime Betrayals

Sean takes me up to my room and shuts the door. He wipes the tear from my eyes and hugs me. "Alex is totally fucking wrong for that. Don't let him get to you 'k."

"'K." I mutter and give him another hug, "I don't think he understood that comment would upset me so much."

Sean nods, "thank you for sticking up for me," I thank him.

He his hand rubs soothing circles on my back. "Anytime," he replies.

When I break the hug I pull him onto my bed with me. I undo my shoelaces and toss my shoes off. Sean copies me, "I'm gonna change into something more comfortable, you should too," I tell Sean.

I open my closet and grab a pair of pajamas. I slip into my bathroom and change into the clothes. I throw the old clothes into a hamper and when I walk into my room Sean is no longer there. I lay down on my bed for the first time in week and it instantly makes me sleepy. It's a few moments before Sean returns.

He wears grey sweatpants and a black tank top. He lays next to me, "your bed is cozy," he comments.

I nod, agreeing. Rain hits the window in a calming rhythm. I cuddle up with him, laying my head on his chest. "Are we actually just friends?" I ask while tracing random patterns on his left forearm with my short nails.

"Are we?" He counters.

I go quiet, then reply to him, "I don't think we are friends but I don't think we are anything more than friends, yet."

I look up at him and he smiles at me, "you have pretty eyes," he compliments.

"So d'you."

He grins. My eyes fall to his lips. And I remember the kiss. "I'm still waiting to give you that kiss," mutter.

"Mhm? What's stopping you?"

That makes heat rise all over my body. I sit up, I lean my face over his. His hand comes up to cup my cheek.

When I lean down and kiss him I feel something I had never felt before. Like my stomach was doing a summersault. Sean's lips mold with my own. My hand wanders to cup his jaw.

The kiss is slow and tender, neither of us are in a rush, we have all the time in the world right now.

When our lips part and I open my eyes, that I didn't even realize I had closed, I swear the world seems brighter and less gloomy than I remember it being.

Sean's hand tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Again?" he requests.

And how can I say no when he looks at me the way he does. I lay down, my head against one of my pillows. Sean copies me and I lift my head so he can put his arm under my neck.

We shuffle around until we are comfortable again, our chests are pressed together, and Sean's spare arm wraps around my waist. This kiss is more eager.

That feeling returns to my stomach and I can't help but love it the more I feel it. Neither of us have any intentions past just kissing, and we are both content with just kissing each other.

Our lips find a comfortable rhythm, which I disrupt by French kissing him, I had only done it once before.

I clearly wasn't good at it, but Sean didn't seem to mind. He wasn't good at it either. Which only made the experience more enjoyable. We figured out what ourselves and the other liked the most during it.

I didn't feel embarrassed about that. I know that if I were kissing anyone else I would be.

When we pull apart, his lips are slightly swollen and kiss stained. Sean is the first to speak, "that was... I don't have a better word than nice - that was nice."

I smile giddily, "that was nice, it was very," I search for a good word to use, "enjoyable," is all I come up with.

What I said must've been okay because Sean smiles.

"Did your stomach feel like it was doing backflips too?" He asks.

I nod, "it felt like my stomach was doing summersaults."

"Mhm, mine too."

A beat of silence passes between us before Sean leans in again and gives my lips a peck with his own, "I'm so sleepy," he mumbles.

"Mhm, me too."

Both Sean and I have the same idea for the way we can cuddle together. I flip around and Sean spoons me. His arm settles on my stomach. I feel him press kisses on my exposed back and shoulders.

"Thanks for the kisses sugar," he mumbles against my skin.

"Anytime," is the last thing I mutter before I doze off into a warm and inviting sleep.