"Niall, we cannot keep fighting like this" I groan
There's broken glass on the floor from the vase Niall threw. There's spilt tea from the cup I angrily sat down. We're both red faced and out of breath from screaming at each other.
And we're both so terribly exhausted
"I know" he sighs as he leans down, starting to pick up the bigger pieces of the vase
"Don't- Niall, you're gonna cut your hand open. Let me.." I rush forwards with a broom. I push his hands away and start to sweep up the mess. He watches quietly for a few seconds.
"Baby" he whispers
I look up and freeze when I see a couple tears drip down his cheeks
"I know I'm away all the time for work, and everything is stressing both of us out, but I love you so much. You know that, right? A-and, those rumors, they were just rumors. I swear." he chokes out
I stand and lean the broom against the wall.
"I.. I love you too, Niall. And if you swear that they're rumors, I believe you." I nod
"I'd never cheat on you" he whispers
"I know.. c'mere" I give in
He grabs my hips and pulls me in. I hug him around his neck, and he hides his face in my hair. His tears come to a stop and I lean back enough to look him in the eyes.
"I just want you around more... I miss you"
His eyes drift down to my lips. I lean up and we press our lips together. For a few seconds, we just take in the moment...then he pulls back enough to part his lips and replace them on mine. He sucks gently on my bottom lip and swipes his tongue over it. I open my mouth, granting him access, and he gladly dominates my tongue and tastes every bit of me that he can.
"I miss you too" he mumbles into the kiss
"Show me" I say back
He swiftly turns me and moves me backwards, making my lower back shove into the counter. He holds me there as our kisses get faster. I bite his bottom lip and he practically growls. His hands grip my sides and lift. I jump, helping him, and he sets my bum on the counter in front of him. I wrap my legs around his waist and start tugging gently on his fading hair. The dye is still sifting away from when he used to dye it all the time, for the band.
He kisses down my neck and just below my ear. I pant and whisper his name each time he bites down on my soft skin.
"I want you" he says against my collar bone
"Have me, baby" I say back
He pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it. I put one of my hands on the counter beside me, trying to hold myself up so he can pull my jeans off and out from under me, and I feel the tea on the counter from when I slammed my cup down.
My jeans are tugged off my legs and I get off the counter. I grab his shirt and tug it over his head. I toss it towards the table. I hear the broom slide and fall to the floor, making a clatter sound.
He unbuttons his pants as fast as he can while I take my hair down from it's messy bun. As soon as his jeans are on the floor, our lips are back together and he's carrying me down the hall towards our room.
He drops me to the bed and grabs for his wallet on the dresser. He opens it in a hurry then groans.
"I'm out of fucking condoms"
"Shit... try the top drawer"
He moves for the dresser and opens the drawer. Nothing.
We both look at each other for a second. We're incredibly lustful and wanting each other, and wanting to have make up sex because of the fight...
"Screw it" I say
He raises his eyebrows
"Let's just do it" I shrug
"You're sure?"
"If you are"
He gets on me, on the bed, and the kissing continues.
I push at his boxers, wanting them off of his hips, and he complies by taking them off while I unclip my bra. He takes my breasts in his hands and starts massaging them. I sigh out in pleasure and move one of my hands down to jerk him. He gasps as his hips slightly move in time with my hand, creating more friction.
"I want you now" I tell him
He pulls my cute, back panties off and spits on my center, then uses his thumb to rub me, making sure I'm properly wet to make it easier for him to go in.
He lines himself up and I grip his forearms. He pushes in slowly and bites his bottom lip as he watches himself, uncovered, sink into my heat.
"Feels so good" he tells me
"Be rough" I whimper
Immediately, he complies. He holds himself over me and snaps his hips so hard and so fast that the bed rocks with his movements. I whimper and gasp and moan. He curses under his breath and praises me and compliments me.
I start to feel my stomach tighten after a few minutes. The familiar feeling starts washing over me.
"Baby-, I" I whimper
He brings one hand to my center and starts making fast circles on my clit with his fingers. I roll my hips up. The combined pleasure of him fucking me into the mattress and abusing my clit got my eyes rolling and my breath hitching in my throat.
He didn't stop until my body was shaking and all I could do was whine.
He pulled out quickly and kisses me hard as he finished on my lower stomach. I felt his warm cum splatter onto my skin and it just made me kiss him more.
"i luhmm oo" he breathed on my lips
"muv oo too" I said back, smiling a little because of our muffled words
"I hate fighting with you" he said as he rolled over and laid next to me
"I know... I just.. I hear those rumors and they terrify me.."
"Why? You know I'd never-"
I cut him off... "Because you're successful. You've got the looks, the fans, money, cars, a band, and you're working on your own songs now... and I'm..." I trail off
"Perfect" he says firmly
"Trying to become an artist" I corrected him
"Why would I care what your job is?"
"I'm not saying that you would.. I'm saying that you could have anyone and... well, everyone wants you"
"And I only want you, baby"
