SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Desk chair (smut)

TW: Guess the ship, it's never been done before, there's a shebang at the end, they literally just fuck on a desk chair I mean that's why it's called Desk Chair 

Aimie kicked off her boots, walking into the brightly lit living room of her new home. She had just moved in with her boyfriend, John, and the pair had been all over each other ever since, desperate to spend all their time with each other.

"John! I'm home!" she shouted, walking into the dining room where he was cooking dinner. He dragged his eyes away from the stove, opening his arms for his younger girlfriend to walk into. She dropped her bags to the floor and ran to him, burying her face in his chest.

"John!" she squealed when he forcefully kissed her cheeks, and she gasped when he picked her up, placing her on the counter.

"How was the show?" John asked, turning the gas off.

"Really good. There was a proposal at the end!" she said. "But yeah, nothing different."

She watched him clean the kitchen before he returned to her, picking her up and taking her to their bedroom.

"You tired?" he asked, watching her spread out like a starfish.

"A little bit."

"You hungry?"

"Not really... I might go to bed now, actually."

"Yeah?"

Aimie nodded, gesturing for Roxie to jump on the bed.

"Aimie, you know how I feel about the dogs on the bed." She nodded, pouting at the puppy, and then shoving her off the bed without notice. John raised his eyebrows, watching Aimie wave at her pet childishly.

He sighed. "I'll switch the lights off and lock the doors," he said, leaving Aimie snow-angeling on the bed.

5 minutes later, John returned, and Aimie still hadn't moved from her position.

"Right, you," he said, picking her up with one arm and shuffling her under the duvet like a falafel in pita bread.

"I need to get changed!"

"You could've done that before!" He threw her pyjamas. She changed herself hastily, making herself comfortable in John's bed. She opened her arms, gesturing for John to hurry up and get in beside her.

"Ok, ok," he laughed, lying beside her and pulling her close. They wrapped their arms around each other, kissing each other sweetly.

"I love you, John," Aimie whispered affectionately, enjoying the sensation of his hands running under her clothes over her body.

"I love you more," he insisted, feeling her kiss his collarbone, hugging him tighter. The pair fell asleep instantly, which wasn't a surprise after their long day at work.

Morning came unreasonably soon, much to both of their discontent. The pair were lying in the same position as before, and neither of them wanted to leave it.

"Aims," John whispered groggily, running his fingers through her hair. She ran her hands over his chest, kissing his neck. "Morning baby," he said.

"Morning John," she said, sitting up. Her top had disappeared, and she found her arms moving up to her chest. "What time is it?"

"8 o'clock. I'm off today, remember."

"Yeah... same... I'm going back to bed," she sighed, nuzzling the pillow. "I'm hot," she groaned. "It's not like I can take anything else off."

"Take your trousers off."

She frowned, staring at her legs. "Too much effort."

"Then deal with the heat."