𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮...
In which a 28 year old American girl meets a 46 year old Irish celebrity, where they bond over loss and learn to love again.
First Installment of the Auden & Cillian series *UNDERGOING EDITS!*
TW: Age Gap...
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*Fair warning: smut-like material ahead, but don't get your hopes too high. I said what I said 😤- E
After the pair had finished dessert, Auden noticed she was feeling quite buzzed from the wine. They had finished the entire bottle, and she was growing disappointed that the date was drawing to a close. She wanted to stay out with Cillian, but she knew they would be pushing their luck.
As they got up to leave, Cillian grabbed her hand, "Is there anything else you'd like to do?"
Auden eyed Cillian, "Aren't you worried about being out and about?"
He shrugged, a smirk forming the corners of his mouth, "I'm in the mood to show ya off."
Auden felt heat creep across her cheeks, as she grew more giddy at the sentiment. "We could go dancing?" She suggested.
Cillian contemplated this for a moment, "There's a club we could try. It's very exclusive, so it could be safe."
"Very exclusive..." she echoed, looking down at her outfit. She was wearing a black silky tank top, paired with a cow printed mini skirt and sheer tights, overlaid by her fluffy white cardigan. "Do you think I'm a bit underdressed for that?"
"Nonsense," Cillian said, pulling her through the restaurant towards the exit. "You look beautiful."
When they stepped out, Cillian ordered a ride-share. She shivered at the cold, pulling her body closer against his for warmth. "Beautiful doesn't exactly mean sexy," Auden added. "You need sexy clothes for a place like that."
Cillian gazed down at her with a mischievous glint behind his blue stare, "You always look sexy."
Auden felt herself blush harder, a smile forming on her lips. Perhaps it was the wine, but she suddenly wished they were alone. She ran her hands up under his jacket and shirt to feel his bare chest. "Is that so?" She murmured.
Cillian leaned in, his lips millimeters from hers. "I've been picturing what's under that sweater all night," He whispered, his lips barely grazing hers before pulling away as their ride pulled up.
