Dove Cameron Imagines (gxg)

wearing her shirt

When Dove came out of the bathroom after taking off her makeup and brushing her teeth, she thought she'd find you in her bed under the covers, possibly already sound asleep.

You're staying the night tonight and even though it's not the first time you're staying over, this stay was unplanned but necessary due to the storm that started about an hour ago and is supposed to last all night.

The winds are bad, the temperatures have dropped, the rain is pouring, and the thunder and lightning are so bad that it left you feeling anxious.

She knew you were sleepy judging by how you could barely keep your eyes open when coming upstairs to her room a few minutes ago so she figured you'd probably be out like a light by now.

But her bed was empty and the sight of your clothes on the floor, including your shirt, made her a little curious.

Her lips tugged into a smirk, one that she just couldn't hold back, as she tiptoed to her closet.

"Are you in there, darling?" She asked.

She wasn't going to look inside the walk-in closet without you telling her that it was okay to do so just because she didn't want to cross any lines or make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"What are your clothes doing on the floor out here?"

"I didn't want to wear them to bed."

She was about to tease you and ask what you would be wearing to bed then but as she did so, you stepped out in nothing but one of her shirts.

Dove was mesmerized by how her shirt looked on you, the color suited you so well, complimenting your skin and your eyes and she couldn't look away even if she tried.

She noticed that her shirt was all you were wearing as her eyes traveled along your body.

"Is it okay that I'm wearing your shirt? And nothing but your shirt?"

She went to speak but, at first, nothing came out.

But after clearing her throat, she smirked again and pulled you close by putting her hands on your hips.

"Yes, darling. Both are more than okay with me."

Your cheeks heated up slightly from the way the words fell from her lips.

Not to mention, the look in her eyes and the way her fingertips brushed along your skin made your heart flutter.

"Are you comfortable?"

You nodded.

"Very. I feel comfortable in your shirt and nothing else around you."

"Good, baby girl,"

She leaned in and let her lips brush against your neck, softly and only once before you let out a soft breath and she knew it was alright to kiss you more.

"I have to say... you look so hot in my clothes. So fucking hot. I think this shirt looks better on you than me."

"You're lying."

"Not at all. I never lie, especially not to my girl,"

You hummed and wrapped your arms around your neck.

"I don't even wear this anymore. Keep it, baby. It looks so good on you."

You couldn't tell her no; not when you loved how cozy the shirt was and how her scent lingered on it, which meant that even when she wasn't by your side you'd always have her with you.

Suddenly, you jumped as the thunder clapped louder than ever.

"I hate storms." You whined.

"I know you do, baby,"

Her fingertips danced along your skin as she slipped her hands beneath your shirt.

"Would it take your mind off of the storm if we made out?"

Your eyes sparkled before you nodded and kissed her sweet lips passionately.

"We'll do that then." She said as she pushed you to her bed. "But one rule - this,"

She tugged at the hem of what was now your shirt with a gleam in her eyes.

"Stays on. Because as much as I love your body, you're driving me wild in this and I just can't get enough."