The Love Interest (Ethan Landry x female!Reader 18+)

Chapter 7: Body Count

You slept better than you had in ages, Ethan spent the night holding you close with arms wrapped around you never letting you go.

Even when you got up for the bathroom he whispered "don't be long," making your fondness of him grow even more.

The rest of your night was spent snuggling into each other, talking in a sleepy haze about Pulp Fiction, Zombieland and Stranger Things. That moment it felt like you had known him forever, spending most of the day picking apart his mask to see into him.

You fell asleep to the lull of his heartbeat with your head against his chest lovingly. Dreams eluded you as you slept peacefully and soundlessly in his arms.

In the sleepy haze of the morning your eyes open to the sight of the clouded sky poking between closed curtains. You look over to see Ethan sound asleep, back muscles relaxed as his body moves up and down with every breath. At some point in the night he hauled on boxers, you weren't sure when as you fell asleep together in an embrace of bare skin. Moles dotted his back and his sleepy curls pressed into his pillow lazily. A sight you wanted to get used to.

You take in the moment, laying there with him for a few minutes before sighing, deciding to face the day. You sit up, stretching your arms as your eyes dart around, looking for clothing to haul on in case Chad is home. You found one of Ethan's graphic tees and a pair of boxers to settle on, remembering your fresh clothing was in your bag in the living room.

You looked in the mirror examining the purple bruises on your breast and neck. You run a finger over them fondly before hauling your t-shirt over your head. It covered the breast one but clearly not the hickies on your neck. Thank god you brought concealer in your bag.

After hauling on the boxers you head to the bathroom. Arriving back to the bedroom you hoped you wouldn't wake him by snuggling back in. As you lift the blanket up, his body starts to shift, breaking the sweet spell of sleep.

"Morning," He whispered, eyes widening as he realises you're really here next to him in bed.

"Hey sleepy head," you said before planting a kiss amongst his curls, hand on his chest "yup not a dream. No longer dying a virgin- hopefully not at all." His face was rough to the touch against your cheek, the skin on his chest soft but firm from his muscle underneath.

He pulled you into him with strong arms, snuggling into you as his hair tickled you gently. He kissed your neck exactly where he had marked it the night before, sending sweet shivers from the memory.

"I had fun, thank you," you ran your fingertips along his arm as he held you and your words seemed to relax him.

"Me too," he whispered into your hair, kissing your ear.

Feeling playful you sit up as he watches you curiously, straddling him similarly as you did last night, hand on his stomach to steady yourself. His hands move to your hips, holding you strongly with gentle hands.

"Woah, stealing my clothes now?" he asked with a wide grin. You absolutely adored the way his messy curls fell back onto the pillow, thick eyebrows arched playfully. Brown eyes looked up at you, absolutely joyful as if he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Yup, that's for taking my poster," you teased "You'll get it back eventually. Maybe."

"Keep it," he tilted his head, brown eyes glowing in the daylight "it looks better on you."

You bite your lip looking down at him before leaning over him. His hands glide over your clothed body more confidently this morning, getting know every curve. Your lips meet his in a sleepy kiss before he protests, "let me brush my teeth first."