Lightweight

Chapter Thirteen

"Are you hungry?" Niall looked over to Annie and asked, "Because I'm starving."

At the thought of food Annie's stomach growled inaudibly but she shook her head no. How quickly Niall's mind switched from the acts they were just performing to food amazed Annie and reminded her just how much of a total guy Niall was.

"Come on," Niall whined, "Let's get something to eat."

"We could always order room service," Annie said and ran her fingers over Niall's chest leaving a trail of goose bumps forming in her wake. It was a sneaky move. She got Niall's mind off of getting something to eat and refocusing it on having food brought to them, that way she wouldn't be forced to eat any food, or a large amount of it, at least.

Niall cleared his throat and fidgeted a bit on the bed, "Yeah, that could work," he said in a deep voice and rubbed his large hands through his hair, obviously flustered at Annie's obvious advance.

The newly found power Annie discovered she had over Niall was invigorating. It allowed her to believe what was going through her head wasn't just a one way street and there was a possibility that Niall felt the same way about Annie. "You know," she whispered, "it might take a little while for them to bring the food up here though."

Her lips were less than a half of an inch away from Niall's ear and at the end of her sentence she allowed her bottom lip to brush lightly over his neck, just below his earlobe. "Fuck, Annie," Niall moaned, "What the hell are you trying to do to me?"

"What?" Annie laughed innocently, "I'm not trying to do anything at all."

"But you just...you were... and my ear...your lips...what?" Niall stammered.

"Are you ok, Niall?" Annie asked, having way too much fun exploring the effects she could have on Niall. She decided he was close to internally combusting so she let up on the game.

"No, I'm not," Niall laughed and ran his hand slowly over Annie's bare stomach.

Annie's hand shot out and grabbed Niall's wrist, "How about we get you some food?" she asked shakily and jumped up to get the room service menu from the desk she never used. It was cluttered with mostly boxing memorabilia, not nearly a fraction of the stuff she had acquired over the past few years, but the few she wanted to take with her for the summer. Sometimes, looking at those medals and trophies and belts were the only things that could force her out of her warm and comfy bed in the mornings for her runs in the dark coldness of the early hours of the morning.

Niall noticed the arrangement of awards and walked over to Annie. He stood behind her and skimmed his fingers over her hips before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling his body close to hers. Annie felt the skin of Niall's bare chest connect with that of her back and tried to keep her composure as he rested his chin on her bare shoulder and she flipped through the menu for his benefit. She could feel him exhale onto her collarbone and she smelted internally.

"How did I not notice this before?" Niall asked, referring to the numerous trophies and awards cluttering her desk.

Annie shrugged and felt Niall's cheek, prickly from not shaving in a couple days, brush against her cheek with the movement.

"I guess I just had better things to look at," Niall crooned and placed a soft kiss upon Annie's shoulder. Luckily, she wasn't facing him or he would have seen Annie's face turn from a soft shade of golden brown to bright red.

Always being the romanticist, Annie replied, "I worked my fucking ass off for these things."

"Not all of it," Niall gave a quite laugh and patted Annie's behind before she swatted him away.