!Sequel to! Hey, pretty stranger. Book 2!

Chapter 4 - Page 5 (𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷)

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Sal now had his head resting in between Y/N's thighs as she played with, and styled Sal's hair.

She was testing out hairstyles to see which would suit him the most - so far she had done braids, space buns, french braids, but none of them seemed to do his perfect face justice.

The next style Y/N was going to try out was, pig tails!

Y/N grabbed her brush and used the end of it to be able to neatly seperate Sal's hair into two even parts.

She tied a section off, so that she wouldn't pull strands from it accidentally and place it into the other section of hair, not making it completely straight down the back of Sal's head.

Y/N brushed any bubbles that formed in Sal's hair out with her fingers, causing gentle shivers to travel up Sal's spine.

Sal really loved when Y/N would play with his hair. She was so gentle and loving when she did, it was relaxing and felt amazing.

Y/N finished the first pig tail, adding a cute little blue bow in his hair for accessory.

Then, she started on the second one.

Repeating the same process as the last one. Y/N gently tugged on Sal's hair when it began to get caught slightly in Sal's prosthetic.

Sal let out a small groan. Y/N's eyes widened.

"Sorry."
Y/N apologised.

"No, it's alright. Who's to say I didn't like it?"
Sal chuckled, lifting his hands up and grasping her thighs.

"Why do you like doing that so much?"
Y/N asked self-consciously.

"Doing what?"
Sal questioned her.

"Touching my thighs. You do it a lot."
Y/N explained to her boyfriend.

Sal looked off into space, thinking about why he did it.
"Well, at first it was to tease you and make you get all flustered. But now? I just like the way my hands look on them. It reminds me that you're mine and how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girl like you. And only I or Larry get to do this to you."
Sal confessed.

Y/N looked at the back of Sal's head, because she couldn't meet his eyes currently.

"Really?"

"Are you seriously asking me that question, Y/N? Of course really."
Sal began.

Y/N finished tying of his second pig tail and placed another tiny blue bow in it.
When Sal noticed she was done, he turned around to face her.

Sal got on his knees and looked up at Y/N.
"You're a goddess, my goddess. You're the most gorgeous thing I've ever laid my eyes on, and you'll always be the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on."

"And I know Larry thinks the same damn thing. He's told me many times before."
Sal confessed.

"Really? What did he say?"
Y/N asked with sudden curiosity.

"I think he should tell you that himself. Call him later, he'll tell you pretty much the same thing I did. God, I love you, sweetheart."
Sal then slipped off his prosthetic and began kissed Y/N's thighs as a form of appreciation for letting him be hers.

Y/N smiled down at Sal, thinking about how special her boyfriends made her feel.
"I love you too, Sal...thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, beautiful, I love telling you the truth."
Sal whispered against her skin, then grabbed her hand and began kissing all the way up her arm, to her neck and so on.

But then a voice interrupted the two lovers.
"What in the Mortia and Gomez Addams shit are you two doing?"

Y/N's gaze snapped to her bedroom door at the very familiar voice. She gasped.

"Damien!"
Y/N exclaimed as she gently pulled out of Sal's hold to go hug her best friend.
"Oh my god, you're here! I've missed you so much!"

Sal watched from afar as his girlfriend got all close and personal with her guy best friend. He couldn't help the bubbling feeling of jealousy in his stomach, seeing her all over Damien like that - even if it was just a hug. But, even if Sal wasn't happy about it, he was happy to see his girlfriend so ecstatic.

Y/N hugged Damien's torso tightly and Damien dropped his bags to hug her back just as tight.

"You know I would've been here sooner, if someone hadn't left me at the airport last night."
Damien hinted.

'Oh...that's what I forgot about. I knew it was something!'

"Oh..."
Y/N looked down sheepishly as the two pulled out of the hug.

" 'oh', indeed. You left me at the airport all excited to see you, and my parents and I had to sleep in a motel that was close to the airport cause we didn't have a ride. We had to walk, Y/N...it was torture."
Damien dramatically said.

"I'm so sorry, Damien! It totally flew right past my head..."
Y/N shamefully apologised.

"It's alright. I was just upset that we didn't get to recreate one of those scenes from those romcom movies: where we run up to each other and one of us spins the other around in a glorious hug."
Damien fantasized.

"Damien, you know I can't lift you, we've already tried."
Y/N bursted his bubble.

"Would've still been nice."
Damien grumbled.

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