What Happened To Love? -DNF Short Smutshot

Part One Of One

The grass was sparkling with dew as I looked out at it from the balcony. It was still early when I walked into his room.

He still hadn't woken up.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled, even with messy, brown bedhead he looked gorgeous. I walked back inside quietly to close the balcony door, still smiling at the thought of George's face... 

I think for a second, then I  turn to face him. Still asleep like an angel. My heart yearned for him, to touch every inch of his ebony skin, to kiss his soft lips so deeply, to...

My thoughts trailed off as he mumbled something in his sleep.

Being careful not to wake him, I slid under the duvet next to him, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand. His eyes fluttered open and his long lashes blinked slowly, smiling when he saw me. My heart fluttered. I leaned in, kissing him, making his eyes widen and making him put his hand against my chest, untill I put my hand to his face and he softened, leaning in deeper to my kiss, growling with intent.

My free hand traveled to his back and I swept my hand in a wide arc pulling him closer where he gasped and held on to me as my hands roamed his skin.

He was an angel on earth. Something so beautiful, so perfect, something I didn't deserve. He saw past that, and I groaned thinking of what I could do to him.

I'd have ravaged him right then and there if it weren't for my roommate and...

I stopped for a second realising that George had been trying to break free.

"God, what were you thinking!?" I hesitated, realising in my thoughts my hands had traveled to his waist line... Pulling down...

"What's wrong with you? Why did you ruin such a perfect kiss?"

I thought for a second.

"You think I'm perfect?"

He squinted, and a small smile tugged at his lips.

"I said the kiss was perfect."

He winked at me, and my heart felt it could burst... God, I wanted him so badly.

He used one of his arms to prop himself up, and when he was sitting upright, he pulled me up with him "Come on then," he whispered to me "I can see it in your eyes.."

At the sound of him talking about me, my eyes widened thinking maybe I said my thought aloud.

"How about you kiss me again? To make up for the one you just gave me?"

Grinning willingly I jump up to face him and just when my lips brush his, I wait for a second, taunting him, making him smile his perfect smile.

Jesus, I feel just pure euphoria as he grabs me impatiently and pulls me in close, and my tongue invades his mouth, searching every crevice and space till I'm happy, and I pull back looking at him in his gorgeously chocolatey eyes and he pouts.

"Why'd you stop?"

I look down and smile, then look up again, my thought aligned.

"I wanted to see your handsome face again, Mister Georgenotfound... Because guess what I found? I found an angel."

I closed my eyes and kissed him again, and when my eyes fluttered open again I could see him blushing. He stops and grabs my face with his small hands and pulls my ear to his mouth and whispers:

"If you want me to be your angel, then you have to give yourself up to me. No more playing around."

When I pulled away and looked up, I saw his face. Determined and raw. It made me want him so much more. Breathing deeply into his chest is say,

"Yes, yes of course my beautiful, I'm... I'm yours"

A growl escapes my throat, the thought of offering myself so freely making me hard as I kiss the length of his neck when-

A knock at the door.

George's eyes widen and he pushes me back down under the covers and the wooden door creaks open...

Nick enters, holding what seemed to be a stack of papers and envelopes, but when looking up at us together his face flushes red.

"I'll.. just... Leave this here..." he mumbles.

He then leaves the papers on the floor and backs out slowly, grinning to himself the whole time.

George looks at me, and his face flushes too. 

"Can't believe you haven't got a bloody lock on your door"

His British accent made me lose the last ounce of strength I had keeping me from absolutely wrecking his guts.

I smile at him, and he smiles back, us both sharing a little secret joke between ourselves. He kisses me again. And again, and again, and again and again untill there is no inch of my skin untouched by his soft lips, and I'm so hard at the thought of what he looked like underneath his pjs.

I poke him in the arm, hard, and he laughs, so i laugh with him. It's just us two, laughing, feeling so amazing, just being in the moment, taking in what makes us happy: Eachother.

I grin again at him and kiss him once more, as he pulls in for a cuddle. I hug him, hold him, make sure to keep him safe.

Now that I had claimed him as mine, I would stop at nothing to keep him as sweet and angelic as he was now. Nothing, and I meant nothing can hurt him when he is in my arms. I love him.

*The End*

(930 words, hope you enjoyed ;) )