Die In California

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Rook's POV:

"Y'know, we're alone right now..." I whispered through the silence of our bedroom as I rolled over to wrap my body around Devyn's, my crotch gently brushing against the swell of her ass.

The house was empty for the first time in a week; the boys were out at the studio, and my family had finally decided to give Devyn and I the space they'd been invading for the past week. They'd gone out to trek up to the Hollywood sign, and then planned to spend the day shopping in LA. 

Don't get me wrong, I love having my family over for the week. But I also love my alone time with Devyn.

"Hm, I guess we are." I could hear the smirk in Devyn's voice, but she still made no effort to move from her star-fished position on the bed. We were having a lazy morning, having opted for staying in rather than walking up hills until our feet hurt - we could do that another time. What was more important to us was time together. Alone.

I quietly chuckled, then began to rub my hand along the soft skin of her back from under my t-shirt that she was wearing, gently massaging circles against her skin. Devyn hummed in contentment, and slightly shuffled herself back into me, but still made no effort to brush herself against me, or to make a move on me. She was doing this the hard way.

"Hm, I guess we could use this time to sleep, if you want to? No-one to wake us up. Nothing else to do with our time." I drawled, dramatically flopping onto my back with a sigh. There was a moment of silence before Devyn let out an equally dramatic groan, and rolled over to quite literally throw herself at me. Ever so graceful, as usual.

But once she'd thrown herself on top of me, Devyn decided to stay there. Her body lay flat against mine, her head falling off my shoulder, as we simply laid with each other. It wasn't quite what I had in mind, but suddenly I was overcome with a lack of motivation to actually make a move on her.

Devyn could always get me hard, without a doubt, but for once I just wanted to lay with her. Although I'd love to take advantage of the empty house (and I'd no doubt get it up for her if she was eager), it was surprisingly nice to chill together instead, and not be sex-crazed for once. However, that didn't last for long.

If there's one thing you should know about Devyn, it's that you can never be sure what she's thinking. She's unpredictable; one minute she could be calm as ever, and the next she could be bouncing off the walls, going from project to project. That's Devyn for you.

The realisation that we could be as loud as we wanted, and not be interrupted, must have settled in for Devyn. She suddenly sat up to straddle my crotch, and began to rub herself against me - completely out of the blue. I'd just come to terms with having a relaxing morning with her, but clearly she now had other plans.

"C'mon, fuck me." She mumbled, and dipped her lips down to meet mine.
"Mh, don't have to tell me twice." I growled against her lips and threw her lightweight body back onto the bed, claiming my position above her. She was mine, and I was going to make sure she knew that.

My lips savoured the taste of her sweet, strawberry flavoured chapstick, before wandering down the expanse of her neck. I could feel goosebumps erupt across her soft skin (it was always a wonder how she got her skin so fucking soft)and the way her body arched closer to mine. Always so responsive. It's almost as if we were made for each other.

Before me was a picture worthy of being framed in the Louvre. Devyn had tugged my shirt from her body, revealing her lack of clothing underneath - how I'd been oblivious to that last night, I'll never know. Her body was perfect, from the swell of her breasts, to the dips of her hips, and the little round of her belly. Every fucking inch of her was perfect.