Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader

Chapter Two

He stares down the hall as if he's rethinking his decision. I reach for his hand, my fingers grasping his; his head turns. Taking a step back, he follows. As the door closes in slow motion, we study each other connected by our fingers.

The moment the door thuds shut, we move. A step forward and our arms encircle on another in a scramble. Mine slide around his waist. He wraps his around my shoulders, squeezing. He kisses my temple, mumbling, "I'm so glad I didn't wait." His hands skirt down my shoulders and back up, resting behind my neck briefly. Long thumbs trace my jaw as fingers massage into my scalp, leaving chills in their wake.

My breath shudders and I don't bother hiding it. He's tall, and my cheek rests over his heart. It's strong, steady beat reassures me we're standing here—together. I bury my face against his chest, the soft cotton of his shirt brushes against my cheek. He smells how I imagined—salty ocean air, laundry, with a hint of citrus and vanilla---and sweaty from a day of travel.

His hand slides up the back of my head, wrapping into my hair gently. He tips my chin up and peers down at me. His nose touches mine as his lips hover above mine. "Can I kiss you?"

"Always," I murmur a second before his lips crash into mine.

Our kiss starts off gentle and unsure—new lovers learning one another. Tempo and tension build. He backs slightly. I nip at his bottom lip to keep him close. He laughs and pulls me closer.

We alternate places, back and forth, by pushing and pulling each other against walls of the suite's entryway. In the living area, he backs into the arm of the sofa and we topple over. I climb up his body and lean over, pressing my lips to his again as he pulls me closer. He shifts my hips and sits us up the right way with me on his lap. Yanking me to him, my back arches as my arms wind around his shoulders. "Slow down," he says with a laugh. His head tips back and I brush my fingers over his lips.

"Why?" I ask.

"That's not why I'm here." He smiles and it lights up his face.

"Then why are you—"

He stands and lifts me with him, shifting my legs as he carries me. I squeak an undignified sound. In the bedroom, he sets me on a chair and turns back the duvet and top sheet. "Where are your PJs?"

"You're here to what? Tuck me in?" I ask exasperated.

"Pajamas? You sleep naked? Didn't expect that—" He grabs the back of the neck of his shirt and it slides over his head.

"I don't—and why not?"

"You don't want my shirt?"

I grin, "Of course I do."

He hands it to me and turns around.

I roll my eyes, laughing at how adorably polite he's being, but I put his shirt on. Stripping my leggings and shoes off, I announce, "It's safe to turn around."

He twirls his finger, and I just stare. "Cover your eyes or turn around. Fair's fair." He smirks.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I huff.

His belt and top button hang undone. "Uh, uh. That's not what I'm here for!" He laughs again and grabs my hand, pulling me up and turning me around. "Will you behave for thirty seconds?"

"Since you asked nicely, I suppose. I lean back on the bed and flip over. Ten seconds later—not thirty—he crawls over me, trapping me under his body. "So I'm to behave, but not you?"

He brushes my hair off one side of my neck. I shiver as his breath crawls across my neck to a sensitive patch area. His teeth scrape against my throat as he presses his palm into the small of my back and wraps long fingers around my waist. He winds his other hand's fingers into my hair and arches my neck back. Two kisses press into the side of my neck a moment before he rolls us, my back is to his front.