Bringin' on the Heartbreak

15

A/N: this chapter is going to be a little spicy. proceed with caution....

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Today we're leaving for our little London vacation and I could not be more excited. I just finished packing our bag while Sav dropped off Declan with Steve and Georgia. They only live a couple blocks away so I expect him to return any moment now.

I hear the car turn off outside followed by front door opening and closing downstairs.

"Are you ready, love?" Sav called as he entered the bedroom.

"All set." I say, zipping up the bags.

He took the bags from me and gave me a peck on the lips.

"Let's get on then." He smiles, dragging the luggage behind us.

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I love riding in the car. Looking out at all the scenes of nature, the different road signs, all of it. Sav has one hand gripped on the wheel and the other resting on my thighs.

I'm resting my head on my elbow as I look out the window. Occasionally I'll sneak glances over at Sav driving. The heat is blowing his hair softly and he's humming along to whatever is on the radio, with it being Queen's I Want to Break Free right now.

Arriving at the hotel, I stretch as I get out of the car. It was only an hour drive, but it's been a while since I've ridden so long in the car. Sav shuts the door behind me and reaches to get our bags out of the back.

We get our keys from the front desk and arrive in our room. It has a big king sized bed and a balcony overlooking the city. A little kitchen with a refrigerator, a small tv, and a complimentary bottle of wine greet us as we walked in.

Admiring the view from the room, I feel Sav slip behind me, kissing my neck. His hands trail down my sides before they grip my bottom, squeezing it. His hands land in my back pockets. Turning to face him, it's only moments later we're peeling off each other's clothes.

"Shower?" He huskily asks in my ear, his lips not leaving my neck. I nod and he picks me up and brings me in the bathroom. He turns on the hot water and we get inside, not even caring if it's boiling hot.

He pins me to the shower wall and trails his mouth from mine to my lower half, biting every so often. Spreading my legs apart with one hand and gripping my thigh with the other, he begins prepping me for his entrance by alternating with his tongue and those damn calloused fingers. Soon the one finger turns into two and he picks up the pace. I shudder when the coldness from his rings brushes against me. He chuckled as goosebumps started to form all over me.

Coming back up to my level, he looks up at me with his crystal blue eyes and places his forehead against mine. "You ready?" He asks, and I nod. He holds one hand on the wall and the other holds the back of my thigh to pull up my leg up around him, barely giving me enough time to process when he pushes himself inside of me. I gasp upon his entry and he continues moving rhythmically against me, nuzzling his head on my other shoulder. My nails are digging into his back and grasping his curls.

"Sav..." I say, barely audible.
"Come on baby, we're almost there." He whispers against me. He plants soft kisses and nibbles around the butterfly I have tattooed on my chest.

We both reach our euphoria, leaving him panting against me. Pulling away, he looks at me the way he did the first time we ever did this. His smile creeps up in a way that makes me melt.

"You were onto something with this vacation idea." He says, pecking me and turning to grab the soap. He adjusted the temperature of the water before he started scrubbing himself.

"We should leave for the weekend more often." I rub his shoulders as he's washing his chest. I watch as the muscles on his back move and flex with every motion he makes.

"We should." He says with a smirk as he's turning around, starting to lather me with soap.

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Sav has long fallen asleep. I thought I would knock right out after our shower, but the sounds of the rain pitter pattering outside the window are keeping me awake. I can't help but watch him sleep peacefully next to me. His hand is resting on my stomach, twitching every so often as he dreams. His mouth is parted as he lightly snores.

Thunder claps outside, making me jolt. Sav stirs in his sleep, slowly fluttering his eyes open.

"Why are you still awake?" He slurs, his eyes drooping in tiredness. He pushes a strand of hair out of his eyes and glances at me.

"Mom brain doesn't turn off, I guess." I sigh, turning to face him.

"Deck's fine. I'm sure Steve and Georgia are taking the best care of him." He says softly. He trails his hand up and down my side.

"I know they are. Just my brain overworking again."

"Come here." He says, pulling me to his bare chest. He starts rubbing my back with his fingertips and softly singing the same lullabies he sings to Declan. The rain starts to fall harder, blending in with Sav's soft melodies. His voice is like honey in my ears, always able to calm me down when my brain is working in overdrive.

Not long after, I finally drift off to sleep.