Simon's Rules

11

Jade POV

God I really hate my alarm clock. Once again it's screechy voice pulls me out of a lovely sleep and back to my shitty reality. The high from last night is most definitely gone, the tense knot in my chest is back and my skin is crawling once again. This happened the last time I took whatever those tablets are so I know it will wear off soon. Taking the other pills will probably make it go away now but I don't want to take drugs in my hotel room. If I do that then it means I have a problem. I don't have a problem though, I just use them to make parties more enjoyable. That reminds me, twice I have bought those tablets and neither time I got the name of them. I'll have to ask the next time I buy some, or maybe I can google them. Ah yes, googling small, round, white tablets will not bring up millions of conflicting results, great idea Jade.

"Are you gonna turn that off?" Perrie groans from next to me. Her deep, croaky morning voice instantly sends sparks through my body and my core starts throbbing. I cannot hold back my blush, my cheeks heating up as I turn away to switch off the alarm and check the time. We woke up to our first alarm so we're not in a rush to not be late, at least not yet.

"God you're so sexy." I groan, turning back to the Angel of my dreams. My eyes soak up every inch of her, revelling in all of her glory. Her eyes are shining bright blue, lighting up the room as they glisten, her blonde locks are pooled over her pillow like a lake of pure gold. Her skin as white as snow is the perfect backdrop to highlight her ruby red lips, the most tasty thing in the entire world. Every part of Perrie is absolutely delicious but there is something about her lips, they're so plump and juicy and perfectly soft. Her natural flavour is alluring enough to drive me crazy but sometimes she slathers them in strawberry lip gloss knowing that I adore strawberries. More than once Jesy and Leigh-Anne have called us out for having a sneaky make out session because I can't stop licking her strawberry kisses off of my lips.

"Sexy am I?" she asks cheekily, her eyes teasing me. She knows exactly what she does to me and enjoys having me at her mercy. It doesn't happen very often as I am more outgoing than her and enjoy being the dominant one, but I let her have moments like this. She's my baby but sometimes I like her being my Daddy. "What are you going to do about it?" Perrie continues, putting emphasis on 'do' and biting down on her lip. My knickers are starting to grow wet and I have to squeeze my legs together to ease the aching in my core. If she sees how wet I am already then she'll surely tease me, in a loving way of course.

Without warning she rolls on top of me so that my body is pinned to the bed underneath her. A throaty groan slips past my lips before I can even feel it coming. When I realise what I have just done my cheeks flush again. Her melodic giggle is music to my ears and makes my knickers a lost cause. Last night is far from my mind, my skin is now burning under her touch. All I crave is her! She pushes herself up, her legs straddling my waist and she lifts her arms up, holding her hands together in the shape of a gun which she points at me. "Alright, give me your love and affection and nobody gets hurt." she squints teasingly but her voice is full of authority.

"Whatever you say, Officer." I whisper and push myself up to connect our lips. My hands wrap around her slender waist and pull her down to merge our bodies once again. I can feel her chest pant in anticipation and my body pulses in time with her rapid heart beat. We have a while until our next alarm goes off and even longer until someone comes and hammers frustratedly on our door. The next two nights will be spent at airports and flying so this is the last time we will have alone for far too long. Let's just say that we definitely made the most of it.

The next alarm sounds the end of our impromptu sex, and I hate that alarm even more than earlier. Perrie takes it harder than me though, removing her lips from my neck to let out a noise of disgust. "Fucking thing." she mutters and leans over me, stretching her arm out to yank on the cord and cut off the clock's power source. It shuts off before I catch the time leaving us in near silence, the only sound is our slowing panting.