"you're shit!"
"excuse me?"
"you're excused, loser" niamh put her dart down and crossed her arms to make a statement. she had a cheeky smirk on her face, like she always does.
"that's it, come here" i walked over to the brunette and poked her sides, numerous times. she started laughing, loud and ugly. i loved it. i kept tickling her all over her body. i knew we were being watched by everyone else in the bar but i didn't care.
"stop! stop okay, you're not that bad" she held her palms up to me as if to say she surrendered. i laughed and nudged her shoulder with my hand.
"you're an idiot" i said to niamh, but my face gave away the fact that i didn't mean it, by the huge smile i had.
"you love me" niamh took a big step towards me and snuck her hand around to the lower part of my back. i melted into her touch. i loved when she touched me this way.
"ugh stop it niamh" i covered my face with both my hands, in efforts to hide the blush of my cheeks.
"stop what?" she looked genuinely curious at what i meant, so i looked down at her hand and then back up to her eyes.
"and why should i stop touching my girlfriend?" she took another step towards me, trying to find my eyes with her own but i refused to make eye contact.
"because it makes me nervous" her eyes latched onto mine and all of a sudden i couldn't pull mine away from hers. i wasn't lying, it did make me nervous. but a good nervous, not a bad type.
"hmm does it now?" niamh dragged her hand up and down my back. the touch of her fingertips gave me goosebumps all over my body.
i nodded slowly, as i watched niamh's demeanour change. she became more devilish, as if she wanted something out of me. her head was tilted towards her shoulder slightly and she was staring at me. my hands lifted to hold onto her arms. her strong, muscly arms.
my grip grew stronger around her muscles, and a smile appeared on her face.
"like what you're seeing?" niamh's eyebrows raised towards me, all i could do was nod. my knees felt weak under her touch, i hated how much she could affect me with just her being.
"good i'm glad...." she paused, but spoke as if she had more to say. her hands moved further around my back as she leaned down, her breath meeting my ear.
"these arms are about to beat you in darts" just as quickly as she said that, she had let go of me and aimed to throw her dart. it landed exactly where she wanted it to land, meaning she got a perfect 180 from the game.
she turned around to face me and thrust her arms straight up into the air. her head tilted back and i watched her as she relished in her victory. she then started to dance, she did a little shuffle in the same place she was in before walking back over to me.
"beat that, you loser! i win! i win! you suck, you're shit, i am a god!" she screamed, pointing her finger in my face. i watched, amused, as she turned back around and continued to dance around the bar floor.
i let her dance. in a way, she was embarrassing herself. but not in my eyes. i thought she was the biggest goof out there and i loved her for that.
she started twerking, and she backed up so far that she was twerking against me.
i giggled and giggled at this, causing some looks. niamh turned around giggling and pulled me into a hug, lifting me off the ground slightly.
"so i'm a loser am i?" i spoke, once she had pulled back from the hug. she was staring at me, then all of a sudden her expression changed.
"no no you're not a loser" she scoffed and shook her head.
"mm, well i'm pretty sure that's what you just said niamh-y, that i suck, that i'm shit and that i'm a loser" i tilted my head at her and raised my eyebrows, waiting for her response.
"nope, no, it must've been the wind or something because i would never ever say that about the girl i love" her cheeks flushed red, and i burst out into a fit of giggles.
"i'm just fucking with you, you're cute when you go all flustered" i pushed her shoulder back and she nodded slowly, a great big smile on her face. she reached out for my hand and i took it in mine. she tugged on my arm and pulled me closer around her. i wrapped my arms around her torso and hers were resting on my shoulders.
"congratulations baby" i whispered, looking up at my girl with loving eyes. she looked up towards the ceiling and i could just tell her face went hot.
"what?" i giggled, wondering why she looked away from me so quickly.
"almost 6 months and i still get nervous when you look at me like that"
she smiled sweetly towards me, locking eyes with me again.
"i don't think i'll ever lose that" she said, maintaining eye contact with me.
"i love you" i spoke, loud enough so she could hear me but still quiet enough for no one else to hear us.
"i love you" she responded, leaving out the word 'too'.
niamh had a theory that saying i love you too, was only saying it because the other person said it first. she wanted to make a point that she loved me, and not just because i said it first. i thought it was sweet.
she leaned in towards me and adjusted her hands. one hand dropped to hold my waist and the other sat on the side of my face, her thumb helping in lifting my chin up. our lips met, in a passionate and gentle kiss. it didn't last too long, considering the environment.
"come on champion, let's get you home yeah?" i held out my hand to niamh and picked up our jackets from the table we were standing next to. she held onto mine and our fingers laced with each others. i held onto her arm with my other hand, and we walked out of the bar together, niamh walked out a champion, and i walked out being called hers.
a/n
hope the end makes sense lol.
i can imagine niamh getting all lovey dovey and nervous with a girl so this is what i got from that thought hahah.
