Motion Sickness | Simon Petrikov x Reader

Chapter 17 | I Love You

(Heavy NSFW material ahead! This chapter isn't completely necessary to the main plot if you aren't comfortable enough to read it. :) )

"So, am I sleeping on the couch?" Simon looked over at you.

"Absolutely not. You're sleeping with me."

Simon's face turned a bright shade of red, his lips pressing into a thin line as his gaze locked into yours.

"Pardon?" He said, his voice sounding choked up.

You stood up and started to walk down the hall to your bedroom. Simon scurried onto his feet, following you like a lost puppy.

"I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch. That would be ridiculous." You walked through the doorway of your bedroom and opened one of your dresser drawers.

Simon watched you rummage through the pile of clothes within the compartment. "Unless, you're uncomfortable with it. You don't have to sleep in my bed with me—"

"I want to!" Simon smacked his hands over his mouth, cursing under his breath as he slowly let them drift away from his lips.

You turned and looked at him, making eye contact with him for an awkward five seconds.

"Um, I mean," Simon cleared his throat as his eyes darted around. He tried to come up with something to say, but he couldn't. "Oh, what's the point."

Simon slumped down onto your bed, hiding his embarrassed expression in his hands. His cheeks were burning a bright rosey color. You walked over to him, sitting down next to him. You gave him a kiss on a part of his face that wasn't being covered by his hands, and wrapped your arms around him. "Don't be embarrassed. It's not wrong to want to have a bit of alone time with your partner."

Simon's hands fell to his lap, leaning into your embrace. He let a small smile creep onto his face, "It's just been a while."

"I know." You gave him another kiss, placing it on his warm cheek.

"I think I need this, though."

"I know." You repeated, holding onto one of his hands.

Simon turned to you, giving you a slightly wider smile than before. He placed a small kiss on your lips before nuzzling his nose into your cheek, his hands holding your head in place as he laid down on the bed with you. His hands found their way to your back, one of his hands pulling your leg up as he kissed the bottom of your jawline. He propped himself over you, a yelp followed by a light laugh slipping from your throat in response to his actions. His lips traveled down your neck, teasing your collarbone with kisses as his other hand traveled down from your face, his fingers traveling down the sensitive skin of your nape. You shivered slightly. His touch was loving, yet had a passionate side to it that surprised you. You let out a soft exhale, Simon's lips dampening the skin around the collar of your shirt. You glanced down at him, your hand grasping the clothes on his back.

"Take it off." You mumbled.

"Hm?" Simon's head popped up to look at you.

"My shirt. Take my shirt off."

You noticed a shift in Simon's eyes. His lips parted gently, a soft breath entering his lungs through them. His hands gently grasped the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head. He averted his eyes from you as he tossed your garment to the side. You gently wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your chest. His dark hair tickled your skin as his lips grazed over a new part of your body that he hadn't seen in full before. Simon too a deep breath before his lips made full contact with your sternum. You took in a sharp breath through your teeth, your hands entangling themselves within the combination of his light and dark hair.