The Opposite of Us

Bonus Ch: Survival Kits and Classic Hits

A/N - Adult themes aka lots of alluding to sex - Younger ones beware

"Izzy, why do we have 3 copies of the Walking Dead Season 7?" I call out to my girlfriend as I sort through all of our DVDs. Smirking to myself, I repeat the word in my head.

Girlfriend

I've waited so long to call her that and now I finally can.

We're currently sorting through everything in the house and amalgamating our things. Izzy is working on moving things from her old room into our room. She found some DVDs in her wardrobe and now I'm adding them to our collection in the living room.

A beautiful head of curls pops round the corner. Her smile is radiant and cheeky as ever.

"We both had our own copies before moving in and I stole Ozzy's collection when he moved to Vancouver cause they're Bluray."

Smirking at her, I give her a cheeky wink.

"His loss," I reply.

"Soooo, what ya doing?", she asks with a knowing smile.

"Reorganising the DVDs because someone decided to get under my skin by colour coordinating them."

Cutting my eyes at her, she holds eye contact with me, her lips quirking to the side in silent challenge. She walks over and sits down next to me, her shoulder bumping against mine.

"It looked pretty though!"

I roll my eyes before replying, "I'm putting it back because it really helps for quick access to find everything if it's in alphabetical order."

"Nerd," she replies.

A moment of silence hangs in the air before she spots the emergency survival kit I have stashed in the tv cabinet. She pulls out the cloth cube it's hiding in and opens up a granola bar, taking a bite.

"Do you think we need to combine our survival kits as well?", she asks with half a mouthful.

Shrugging, I take a look at the contents.

"Maybe we get strategic. Food items and general survival/blackout items out here. First aid survival in the bathroom. Flashlights and extra blankets in the bedroom," I suggest.

"And condoms," she adds matter of factly. "I've got some in the bathroom we could add."

The heat that explodes up my neck and onto my cheeks causes me to turn away momentarily, shifting uncomfortably.

We haven't talked about this, but we haven't needed to. We've explored a lot, getting to know each other more intimately. But we've just been having fun and I haven't wanted to push those boundaries.

"Look at you! It's like you're trying to blend in with this flashlight," she teases, holding up the red torch from the survival kit.

Shoving her shoulder, I look for a distraction. I spot the Bluetooth speaker on the cabinet and start playing some music before going back to sorting the DVDs.

We work in silence for a bit, singing along to the music while Izzy amalgamates the survival kits. There's something about being comfortable in the silence and not feeling the pressure to fill it. Izzy always makes any space feel comfortable unless she's purposely trying to get under my skin.

The music changes and a smile tugs at my lips. I keep working but soon two arms hook themselves under my armpits, lifting me up.

"Come on! We have to dance to this one," she whines, dragging me into the open space behind the couch.

Baby Boy plays over the speakers and memories are flooding back. I try not to let mortification take over. This song haunted me until we got together, knowing she had caught me daydreaming about her. Not that she knows I was thinking about her that day.

She's got both of my hands, twisting her body and pumping our arms back and forth alternatively. Her footwork is always doing something fun and I follow along. After a while she lets go of my hands and just goes for it, showing off some moves. Watching her, it's almost like I'm a snake and she is the snake charmer; I'm mesmerised. I slowly pull my mind out of its trance and pull her close to me, my hands resting on her hips and guiding them as we sway to the music. She grabs a handful of my shirt and leans up, nipping lightly at my jaw. Ok, she is in full frisky flirt mode.

Beyonce starts singing the third verse and I let my mind go blank and focus on the beautiful goddess before me. She's got her trademark look going on with the black crop singlet and army green button-up left open, paired with black skater jeans. I cannot help my hands from wandering over smooth skin as we move together. I can feel her breath stutter against my neck as my fingers graze against sensitive skin. Warm lips leave a tender trail of kisses over my collarbone and I have to pull back, looking deep into her eyes before letting our lips crash together.

We get lost in each other, all actual dancing forgotten. Our lips and hands wander while our hips lock together and move to the beat. After a while she pulls back, resting her forehead against mine. Her chocolate gaze boring into mine, want clearly evident as she moves away further to rake her eyes over me.

"Heath, please...", her voice is low and pleading. My eyes widen with realisation and I let out a guttural groan, so ready for this moment. I just nod and she ducks into the bathroom before coming back to grab my hand. I stare after her and let her lead the way to our room.

A/N - Thanks for reading guys! This is probably my last bonus chapter now, but I couldn't help myself from doing another chapter from Heath's perspective. And the temptation to bring back Baby Boy was too strong.

If you want to read more Heathizzy from me, feel free to check out my oneshots book.

Anyway, love you guys and thank you so much for reading this book!