HOME (Unfinished)

SHOW ME

The moving in started immediately, and we decided we'd use dad's room for the walk in closet I had wanted, and used mine as the bedroom. James' room was still the same, because he told us he wanted to come over often for sleepovers and stuff like that.

"Yay, this way I finally get to clean up your clothes!" I cheered when we were standing in Ashton's room and was supposed to pack his stuff.

"Yeah, have fun," he said and laid down on his bed with his phone tightly to his face.

"Idiot. You're helping me out," I told him, and after some play fighting and tickling, he did. I lost, but he still decided to help me out. What a gentleman.

We started with the complete mess on the floor. It was so many clothes lying there, and I couldn't help but giggle. I didn't understand how it was possible to mess like that.

"I don't get why the mess is such a big deal to you," Ashton soon said, giggling to himself as he watched me fold his clothes. Then, when a large pile was folded, I placed them into bags and suitcases that Ash had brought me.

"I guess I just like it better when it's cleaned and organized," I answered him, and after that I started thinking about why I really liked it.

"I mean, I won't allow you to make a mess like this in my house" I continued giggly.

"No, I swear to god that I'm not usually this bad," he assured me, and it made me happy. I didn't want one of those who couldn't clean up.

"What made you start this mess, then?" I asked by pure curiosity.

"Um" he began, and his cheeks started to burn red. I sat down next to him, and looked into the half full closet I was working with.

"When I started seeing you around, I guess. I guess I just wanted to look good, and not be my sloppy self," he defended himself, with me giggling in the background.

"Really?" I grinned. "You started messing up your room because you wanted to look good for me?" I teased him.

"Yeah, you know what I mean," he defended himself. "When you put on a shirt, but decide it's too ugly, and throw it on the floor to go find a new one."

I knew exactly what he meant, and I got that the mess was created like that. It was understandable.

While we were gone, the workers had created the large entrance between our room and the wardrobe that we wanted. It had a cute light pink around it, and had a door hidden between the two walls, so we could just slide it shut. Inside it we placed a comfortable chair, and a small table, just ot get the feeling it was something other than clothes inside the room.

I started putting his prettiest shirts on the hangers to the right, so it fit with mine on my left side of the corner where our racks met. The normal sweaters, t-shirts, tank tops and flannels were placed next to each other to the very end of his pole. All the hoodies, jackets and pants were gently folded and put inside the small cabinets with rolling doors.

There were also three shelves for underwear, socks and ties, but because he had no ties, I used them for only underwear and socks. Shoes was on the other side of the room in the floor-to-ceiling shelves we had put up. I was so happy with the way our closet looked, I had to admit. It looked jusst like I dreamed it would look like.

"What?" he exclaimed when he walked into our new closet. "I swear to you, this is the prettiest my closet has ever looked like" he laughed and looked around a little. That made me very happy. I was so glad he liked it as much as I did.

"We just have to keep it like this, and we'll manage" I answered, smiling back at him.

"I know I won't, but I know you won't either, so we're fine" I added giggly. He laughed with me.

"I was actually scared I had to keep it like this. I will never be able to do that," he told me. I walked over to him to kiss his scruffy little face. I stopped when I looked further at it.

"Ew, you need to shave immediately," I exclaimed, pretending to be disgusted. It felt so weird when he started kissing my neck.

"Yeah, I know" was all he managed to say in between the kisses.

"I won't kiss you until you shave" I threatened, hoping he'd do so. I waited a long time for his reaction. I wasn't really serious about it, but wanted to test him.

Would he do everything I wanted?

"Oh yeah?" he said and stopped kissing me, which made me bend closer to him, missing his lips on my neck. I started craving him more and more for every second he was away from me.

"I'm not sure you know what I'm capable of doing to you," he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine for the fifth time that day.

"Show me" was all I could say between my silly attempts of swallowing my moans. That second my tights were pulled down to expose my bare thighs. He started tickling my thighs with his hands while he stared into my eyes, but I tried to avoid meeting them. I didn't want to seem weak for him or anything like that.

His lips were attached to my skin again, sucking harshly onto my exposed neck. The second his teeth pinched me gently, I let out a large moan. I couldn't hold back the feelings he gave me.

"There we go" he grinned and lifted me up to walk over to the bed.

"Wait, Ash" I said, forcing myself to interrupt the action going on. "We can't," I continued, hoping he would get what I was trying to say.

"Why?" He asked giggly. He probably thought it was some lame thing he didn't really think about.

"Just because" I answered, now being so embarrassed by the fact that I didn't dare to say it the way it was.

"Is Mr.Red visiting?" he giggled into my shoulder. Probably of himself saying that.

"Yep" I laughed. That was probably the worst thing I had ever heard. 'Mr. Red?'

"Summer, I don't care about getting some blood around. It's natural," he begun. "But you've got to decide if you're in too much pain or whatever. I won't force you" he assured me, waiting for me to answer.

"I mean" I said, thinking about my own words. "Is it even possible? I didn't know we could have sex while I'm on my period," I told him unsure.

"It's nothing to worry about. It's only a bit more liquid" he smiled, making me secure about my choice.

I hurried grabbing his arms before laying all the way down on our bed. He reacted with pulling his shirt over his head.