robbers// joshler

everything you say is important to me [thirty eight]

word count: 350

one day until. 

we're laying on the bed together when i have an idea. i place my hand on his stomach. he's on his phone, almost ignoring me as i put my hand on top of his pants. 

"what are you doing?" he asks, laughing at the smile that's across my face.

"what do you think im doing?"

"you're such a tease," he moves my hand away and zips his pants and pulls them off.

"i can't do anything if you still have boxers on, j."

he smiles and rolls his eyes, "yes you can."

i roll my eyes right back at him. 

"and i hadn't gotten that far."

he takes his boxers off and throws them to a corner of the room.

my hand are on him now, he's just watching as i move my hand up and down on him.

and it doesn't matter how many times i've done this. every time feels just like the first. every time i'm reminded how much i love every part of him. his freckles that are scattered all on the bottom of his stomach. and the way he lays his hand on my back. 

he takes his shirt off and his abs are exposed. i feel like i lose my breath. it's just like the first. i feel myself blush.

"you're look so beautiful, my god," he says as i'm going up and down with my mouth on him. 

i just do what i know feels good on him. even though i'm enjoying every single second of it. 

and i know he can tell, with the way he looks at me. the way i look at him.

he knows i'm enjoying it. and i know he is too.

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we're watching tv on the couch, i'm laying on his chest. 

"i love you," i lay for no reason whatsoever.

"i love you."

"what do you think is the first thing we'll do after we rob vinyl shelf?"

"get married."

"and then what?"

"adopt kids and name one rosie and call her ro and one jim."

"did... you seriously remember those names i threw out?"

"i remember everything you say."

"but it wasn't really very important."

"everything you say is important to me."