Until Then. // denis shapovalov - sascha zverev

4.9 - an interrupted entanglement

Willow's POV

I wake up to the kettle steaming. My eyes open slowly, adjusting to the light. I recognize that I'm back at home. I sit up, not needing any time to remember what had just happened the night before. I wasn't hungover, I didn't drink enough, but somehow, I head a headache.

All of me expects to see Dom in my kitchen, which is normal, and he's there, sitting down with a mug of coffee, but my eyes almost fall out of their sockets when I see a blonde boy removing the kettle from the stove.

"Oh my god," I say, struggling and crawling out from the backside of my sofa.

"Woah, there! Slow down, speed racer," he smiles, rushing over to me, letting me jump into a hug.

"Denis?!" I say, surprised. "What are you doing here?!"

"I thought I'd come by and surprise you," he says, kissing me on the forehead and cheek before letting me go.

He helps me walk over to the table to sit with Dom.

"Did you plan this?" I ask Dom as Denis walks back to the kitchen.

"I'm just as surprised as you are," Dom says. "I had no idea. He was waiting outside your flat when I drove you back."

Denis walks back over with a cup of hot tea and a plate of fluffy pancakes for me as he also takes a seat with his and Dom's portions.

"I texted and called you when I landed, but you didn't respond," Denis says. "So I texted your little sister for the address, but when I got here, no one was home," he says. "So I just sat and waited for you to come home."

"And then he saw your drunk ass hauled our of my car," Dom laughs, taking a bite of his food.

"Oh god," I say, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea."

"It's all good," Denis reassures me. "It was your friend's birthday! You're allowed to go to the bars! I'm not mad, I hope you had a great time! And I'm glad you called Dom for a safe ride home!"

I take a quick, thankful, glance at Dom, who responds with a nod. I would probably slam my head against the wall and move to Antarctica if Denis had found out the truth about last night.

A slight smile fills my lips at Denis' reaction as I find my appetite and dig into my meal.

-

"Thank you again for taking Willow home, man. I appreciate it," Denis says, pulling Dom into a hug and we watch Dom leave.

As soon as Denis shuts the door, he runs straight to me, pulling me into a hug and kiss.

"I've been waiting to kiss you for so long," he says, between kisses. "But I know you don't like PDA."

I smile into his lips, kissing him back. How could I have doubted my feelings for him? I wonder to myself in response to his thoughtfulness.

We fall onto the couch as he lays down and pulls me onto his lap into a cuddle.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you," I say, nudging my head into the crook of his neck.

Denis hums as he takes his hand against my chin, guiding us into another kiss.

"How long are you here for?" I ask.

"I only got two days off," Denis says. "I know it's a short trip, but I needed to see you. I fly out tomorrow morning."

"I'm happy you're here," I smile, turning around so I'm laying on top of him, bending down to kiss him. "Even if it's only for a day."

Even though every part of us was touching, I still wanted to be closer. I kiss him again, letting my lips linger for a second longer as Denis connects it into a third and fourth kiss, until we're making out. I feel his hands wrap tightly around my waist, and his body shift to press into mine. I grind my hips down onto his lap hearing him let out a quick breath.

Our hips move in synch with each other, pressing tightly. His hands travel from my waist to under my shirt. I feel his hands run smoothly up my back to my bra clasp.

"Can I?" Denis asks, between kisses.

I nod and I feel him unclip my bra and pull it down and out from under my shirt to throw somewhere on the ground. His hands then travel to the front of my chest, grasping my breasts. I try to move my body off him but my leg falls off the couch.

"Wait," I say, stopping him.

"You okay?" Denis asks, immediately letting go.

"Yeah, yes," I say, breathless. "There's just not enough space for what I want to do," I smirk, pulling him off the couch. "Come here."

I guide him quickly up the stairs and pull him into my bedroom, straight onto the bed. I lay on the bed, letting him come over me as he quickly pulls his shirt off over his head and laying on top of me.

I follow and pull off my shirt and feel his hands return back to my chest squeezing my breasts before flicking my nipples. I moan into him as we continue to deepen our kisses. He then kisses down from my lips to my neck as I gasp in pleasure. He takes this opportunity to pull down my shorts and slowly guide his finger to the waistband of my panties. I feel my body crave him as I press my hips upwards to him.

He chuckles as he then allows his kisses to drop from my neck and to my chest. At the same time, his finger presses into my heat, over my panties.

I moan his name in response to his lips wrap around my left nipple, biting it lightly.

"Fuck, I love it when you say my name," he says, rubbing his fingers deeper into my heat.

"Please," I whisper and I feel him smile and reach to take off my panties. His fingers return back to my heat, this time in full contact, as I let out a gasp.

His lips toy around with my nipples, flicking them with his tongue. Before his fingers can enter me, I decide to repay the favor, as I suddenly push out from under him, and crawl off the bed.

"Come here," I say, signaling him to come sit at the edge of the bed. He listens and sits up, letting me crawl into his lap and cradle him between my legs, grinding down in his hard.

"Fuck," He whispers, bringing his hands to my waist to push me deeper into him.

We move in this motion a few times before I crawl off his lap and reach for the waistband of his shorts, pausing.

"You can take them off," he says, watching me as I confirm, pulling down his pants and boxers slowly. I look at his hard and smirk, getting down on my knees.

I take his hard to pump in my hands a few times as he tilts his head slightly back in pleasure. I take this opportunity to wrap my lips slowly around the base of his. Before we can move further, we're both startled by a ring from the doorbell.

"Expecting someone?" Denis asks.

I shake my head, "Probably a package," I say, returning to my previous position, bending down to wrap my mouth around him again. I slowly take him in a little deeper.

The doorbell rings again, this time twice.

"Ignore it," I say, trying again.

Another ring.

"Who the hell is it this time?" I sigh, standing up, sighing.

Denis chuckles, standing up with me to pull me into a kiss. "It's okay, let's just get it really quickly and then return back to where we were."

I nod in agreement as we both walk out of the bedroom. He follows behind me down the stairs, wrapping his arms around my waist and suddenly pinning me against the wall, halfway down the stairs.

"One more kiss," he says, pulling me in for one.

I playfully reach down and grab his hard, feeling him tense up.

"That's unfair," He moans.

The doorbell interrupts us again, ringing three times.

"Let's just answer it really quick," Denis says, sighing and letting go of me. I jog down the stairs and grab a blanket from the sofa to wrap around me body and run over to hastily pull open the door with a grunt.

"Not again," I hear Denis say.