#41- Changing Rooms Together! (2/4)
Ashton: The time had flown by so fast; you can't believe it's almost time for you to graduate from college. Ashton has been so supportive every step of the way. Even up to coming with you to the final fitting for your custom made graduation dress-which he insisted upon paying for as an early graduation present. The seamstress backs away from you, allowing you to admire yourself in the mirror. "Do you like it?" she asks, her accent-seemingly French-coming on strong. "I love it," you say, spinning in circles, watching your dress fan out around you. She pulls back the curtain, whispering to you that she'll leave the two of you alone before slipping out of the room. Ashton's mouth quite literally falls open when his eyes fall on you. "Baby, you look stunning," he whispers, his hands taking a comfortable position on your waist. You simply smile, tilting your head up to meet his lips. When his meet yours with more passion than you expected, it takes you a moment to react. He pulls you as close against him as possible, nipping, licking, sucking and biting at your lower lip, eliciting a flurry of contented moans from your lips. Your arms wrap around his neck and his around your waist as you deepen the already searing kiss. He lifts a hand up to run it through your hair, pressing your lips even more firmly against his. Slightly swollen, and probably red, you part them to murmur softly, "I love you, Ash." "And I love you," he replies with a second thought.
Luke: You'd sworn Luke was angry with you when he didn't even send you a text about when he'd be coming home from tour. Your best friend, picking up on your mood, suggested you go out to the mall together; you agreed, you're in desperate need of some new jeans. "I just want to talk to Luke," you sigh to what you think is your best friend. "Well, I'm right here, babe," you hear an all too-familiar voice say. You throw your arms around his neck, not even caring if he is angry with you. "Hi beautiful," he replies, holding your body close against his. You nuzzle your face into his chest, whispering, "Why haven't you been returning my calls?" "I wanted to surprise you but I knew that if I talked to you too often, I'd blow it," he replies with a sheepish smile as you look up at him. He catches your lips in a long overdue, heated kiss still holding your body close against his. A few people around you clear their throats so you quickly pull away, his flushed face matching yours as you disappear to try on some clothes. Given that the fitting rooms are nearly empty and Luke has seen you naked numerous times, you simply slide the jeans on and forgot a shirt. "Mmm," he hums, running his tongue over his lower lip slowly. You turn in a small circle and squeal when he grabs your behind, pulling you back against him. "God, I missed you so much," he whispers, his warm, sweet breath tickling your skin with every syllable. Your imagination runs wild as you wonder what he has planned for you for later.
