JUST LIKE HEAVEN, elijah hewson.

012. Pink in the Night

012. Pink in the Night.

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Tracy gasped as Elijah leant across her in the back stock room. He was reaching above her head to get stock, but it meant she was pushed back onto the bench slightly. His wiry frame pressed against her body. A feeling that was becoming increasingly addictive and one she was now very familiar with. His caramel eyes deepened in the dim light temptingly as his eyes glanced down at her mouth. Elijah moved his face closer. His breath ghosted over her lips. Gum and cigarettes. Tracy put her hands on his waist gently before letting them slip momentarily to the denim over his hips. Elijah's brows rose and he grinned. A sinful flush dusting his cheeks.

"Ay. Behave. Mr Nolan's right outside and we've already been gone 5 minutes," grumbled Elijah warningly.

But he was only half serious. He also very much wanted Tracy. Everywhere and anywhere at all times. So far they'd managed not to get caught, but they were beginning to take bigger risks as their desire became too much to endure.

Tracy smiled and closed the distance between them. She pressed her lips to his gently giving his bum a playful squeeze. Elijah deepened the kiss and she pulled back separating from him unwillingly before they got too carried away.

"You know, your work rate has been really lacking lately, Hewson. What happened to that eager new hire from a month ago?" She said teasingly.

Elijah tenderly brushed his index finger across her cheek causing her to shiver.

"I prefer to use my energy elsewhere, for other things."

Tracy felt her face heat. It was strange yet not strange at all how their relationship had developed from then to now. Eli was making her feel things she hadn't felt with anyone else. Not this intensely at least.

They had a strong connection. A bond that was based on trust and respect that had now bloomed into physical passion. It had all happened so unexpectedly. Tracy now wanted to spend all the time she possibly could with Elijah and he to her. Their friends were asking questions as to why they never showed up at parties or the pub anymore. But that time became precious private time where they could be alone and safe in their own little bubble.

Sometimes they just laid together and talked. On the rarest of occasions Tracy had even seen Elijah at his most vulnerable. Sometimes he'd talk to her about his family.

And she knew that Elijah didn't do that with just anyone. His family was incredibly publicized so for him to talk about them to her; it made her feel incredibly protective of him. Not everyone got to hear what the U2 frontman got up to behind closed doors, after all. Elijah seemed so tough at first, he still was.. but he was also incredibly vulnerable and breakable. Tracy didn't show him pity. She knew that would only make him feel inadequate and awkward. Instead, she just wrapped her arms around him and gave him the affection he clearly craved and hadn't been able to experience in his short life.

Tracy's heart raced as she worked up the courage to ask Elijah something she'd wanted to ask all week but had been too shy to do so. There were possible implications to the question.

"Do you want to come over later? My parents are away for the weekend."

Elijah hesitated, gaguing her reaction.
He could see she was nervous. This was different from the art studio. This was her home. Her.. bedroom she was inviting him
into.

When he'd been a younger teenager he was used to having girls in all kinds of places. Up closets, up the park, at mate's houses.. anywhere they could be alone. When you're both living at home, it can be hard to have privacy. But he knew what the implications of inviting someone around when your parents were gone were.