Apon entering my room, Lars turned back around and closed the door gently with his foot. I looked down at my hands for a moment before I was thrown onto my bed, screeching as I landed ontop of my pillows that were scattered all around the bed.
Looking back up at Lars I see him smiling wide at me as he then jumps onto the bed, the impact making me bounce a couple of times. Both of us laughing, I lift his head up from next to my knee and place it onto my mid-thigh, combing through his soft and fluffy hair as he smiles and fiddles with the bottom of my shirt.
Still playing with his hair, I lean my head back onto the headboard.
A few minutes pass and he began to poke at my stomach. I look down to see him smiling at me as if I hadn't been near him in a year, 'Hiiiii! I love youu. Can I kiss you?' he closes his eyes and smiles wider, I chuckle, 'Well you'd have to get up dipshit, I'll break my back trying to kiss you how we are now.' and with that he shot up, sitting on his legs, still widely smiling at me. I laugh nervously, 'Listen, I love you and you're cute and all but stop smiling like that it's getting creepy..' he pouts for a second before leaning in, cupping my face and placing his lips on mine. I slowly close my eyes as our bodies moved closer to eachother. Lars removed one of his hands from my face and immediately I felt cold, I think he noticed I didn't like that because he then rubbed my left cheek with his thumb a few times and placed his other hand on my inner thigh, making me tense up and then slowly relax. Between breaths, Lars looked at me, blushing deeply. We decided to stop for a bit so we could both catch our breaths, I was no longer comfortable in my position so I sat atop of Lars' lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. He sighed and laid his head on my shoulder.
Just as we kissed once more, James walked in, he looked at us both for a second then screamed, which sounded more like a squeal than anything, but whatever. 'WHY WOULD YOU FUCK WHEN YOU HAVE GUESTS OVER?' He looked horrified.
'WAIT WHAT NO WE DIDN'T AND WE WEREN'T ABOUT TO—' Lars screeched back, I covered my ears and laid my head on Lars' shoulder which he then remembered I'm sensitive to loud noises and started combing through my hair with his fingers. James let out a small 'Oh, sorry.' and he turned on his heels and walked back out. Lars turned back to me, holding my face in his pale hands. He saw that a few tears had fallen down my cheek, he knows I don't cry unless I feel extreme emotions. He brought my head closer to his and he kissed my forehead a couple of times, then lying down slowly. 'Come, hun.' I lie down just beside him, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He rested his chin on top of my head, rubbing my back as I slowly fell asleep.
