For Your Love // Rafe Cameron X Reader

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The sheets are still warm against you when you wake a few hours later. There's no sign of Rafe, but he's dressed you in just one of his shirts and nothing else, which is unsurprising. Rafe is the kind of guy who loves to make a statement and nothing says hands off, she's mine quite like dressing you up in his own clothes.

You smile to yourself. A private, happy smile; and a rare one at that. 

Then you scan around the dim light of the room, hoping to spot him so you can drag him back to bed. But he's not there, and if the lack of light coming from the bathroom door is any indication, he's not in there either.

Yep. Looks like it's time to get out of the cozy bed in the name of bringing him back to it. 

Poor guy; what a damsel in distress that so clearly needs rescuing. Another smile at your own thoughts before you're pushing up with a grumble at your aching muscles. You pad across the room barefoot, surprised when you open the door to find the party not just over, but everything cleaned and everyone gone. 

Huh. Must have slept longer than I thought.

You call out his name but there's nothing in response. Figuring he probably went to get a drink, you step quietly through the house and down the staircase, eyes narrowing to make out any lingering dangers in the dark. But there's nothing at all. You would wonder about who had cleaned up everything so fast if you could bring yourself to give a fuck.

All that mattered right now was tracking down Rafe.

The kitchen floor is cold against your toes and you wince before take a few hesitant steps inside, just far enough to peek your head around and see if he's in there. He's not.

"Rafe? Are you here?" You frown, wishing you'd grabbed your phone to bring with so you could call him. Did he go out to grab food? Did he have an emergency? Ugh, you huff, returning to the warmer floors of the hall and towards the living room. 

"I'm in here." His voice, soft and hardly audible, comes from his mom's music room. Your frown deepens, but you follow it like the siren call it is anyway, stopping short when you come to the precipice of the room, most of it shrouded in darkness. The slim light of the moon peers in through the large window, casting Rafe's face in shadows where he sits on the stool behind the piano keys. In his hand, he nurses a glass of whiskey and his lips lift into a charming grin once his eyes settle on you.

Eyes which run from the tips of your toes to the very top of your head - lingering in certain areas, of course - before meeting your gaze. There's a lightness to them that you'd never seen before and has any unease in your chest swiftly departing. "Hi." You whisper, leaning a shoulder against a door frame and popping a hip out just because you thoroughly enjoy teasing him.

It works. His gaze darkens and you see the outline of his Adam's apple bob in his throat though he makes no move toward you, his smile simply shifting into an amused smirk. "Hey, sweetheart. Can't sleep?"

"I could say the same to you."

"Right." He snorts, dropping his head back to look up at the ceiling in thought as his chest deflates with a heavy sigh. "You know that feeling when you're, like, eight and it's Christmas Eve?" He muses and you cock a brow in curiosity, unsure where he's going with this. "You know what I mean - It's like the whole world is just alight with this... This joy. This energy. And you can't sleep because if you do, you might miss a second of the happiness and excitement you feel?"

"Sure, kinda..." You chuckle, folding your arms over your chest.

"That's why I can't sleep right now." His smirk drops but a hint of the smile behind it remains, as if he can't quite bring himself to let it go, as he finishes his drink and sets his glass down on the floor beside the stool. Your heart thrums, his words settling in your mind and making your chest feel as though it's swelling beyond belief. "That's how you make me feel, baby. Like it's the best fucking Christmas, New Years, Halloween, Easter - Hell, lets even throw Saint Paddy's day in there for good measure. I can't remember ever feeling this happy. It's kinda..."