Scömìche One-Shots

Seafood [3]

Everything was perfect. The sun had just fully set, allowing the Christmas lights to peacefully  glimmer in the dark. Soft, quiet (French) Christmas music played in the background. Mitch was beaming whenever I looked at him.

Here we were, sitting quietly and alone on a bench, drinking the cocoa the sweet lady at the stand poured us, with one arm draped around a cheerful Mitch, and another holding my hot cocoa.

I started rubbing Mitch's shoulder, and he leaned into my touch.

"Scott, as peaceful and perfect this is, I'm getting kinda tired. Wanna go back to your hotel?" Mitch says in a groggy voice.

"Why not. It's getting really chilly anyways." I reply. We both stand up and head to the car, agreeing to let me drive, since Mitch was tired.

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As soon as we got to the hotel, Mitch crash landed on the bed, causing me to giggle. He got up after a bit and blushed. I looked at him, confused.

I... Uh... I forgot I..." He was slowly spitting out words.

"You...?" I pushed, causing him to breath in deep.

"I sleep naked." He finished.

"Okay." I reply, putting my coat away.

"So I'll be in a bed... Naked... With you..." He explained, as if I was 4.

"I know. I speak English." I say, giggling.

"So, you don't mind?" He asks, confused.

"Well, would you mind if I did?" I ask.

"To be honest I wouldn't mind at all." He said, biting his lip. "But I kinda want to lay close to you, the only way I can fall asleep is if I'm close to someone." He says, embarrassed, causing me to giggle yet again.

"Well you and I can just wear boxers and we can cuddle?" I suggest, taking off my shirt to get ready for bed.

"Sure." Mitch said, smiling when I looked back.

As soon as we changed, we were in bed, my arm under him, as my other hand smoothly rubs his back. His arm is sprawled across my chest, his other around my neck, and him yet again nuzzling his face into my chest.

"Scott?" He mumbles against me, sending vibrations through my body.

"Hmm?" I reply, sleepily.

"I think I really like you." He says, probably unaware of what he's saying now that he's barely conscious.

I lean my head forward and kiss the top of his. "I think I really like you too." I say, knowing he probably won't remember.

He smiles and slowly rubs my chest, then falls asleep, one arm wrapped around me.

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"Scott." I hear, waking me from my dreams. I only groan in response.

"Wake up, Scotty." He repeats.

"Not a chance." I mumble, then suddenly feel a weight lift off of my chest as Mitch gets up, so I instinctively pull him back, causing him to laugh.

He drops his head down to my neck and I snuggle him closer, feeling his smile against my bare neck.

"I don't want to ever leave this spot." I mumble, and he rolls out of my arms into his back. I choose now to look at his beauty.

Bad choice.

His hair was messy, he had tattoos covering his skin, and the rest of him was as beautiful and soft as his personality. His eyes were shining at the reflection of both the sun coming in through the closed blinds and the lamp in the corner of the room. A small smile danced on his lips, revealing his perfect, pearl-white teeth and his adorable dimples. I couldn't get enough of him. He turned to look at me and I blushed, but I couldn't look away.

"Pictures last longer, you know." He broke the silence, giggling. I decided to pull him back in.

"You aren't getting away just yet." I say, stroking his back, as my chin rests on the top of his head.

"I really like you, Scott." He muttered out.

"I know. You told me." I chuckled out causing him to abruptly sit up.

"What? When?" He says in a fearful tone.

"When you were practically asleep. It's fine though." I answer, looking deep into his eyes after I pull him back onto me. "Trust me." I assure.

"Do you like me too?" He mumbles against my skin.

"Only a lot." I reply, smiling, causing him to prop himself up, elbows on each side of me.

I see his eyes dart to my lips again, and I take this chance to look at his, and decide I want nothing more than to have his plump lips against my own. Then I suddenly saw him leaning down, closer and closer by the second. Then a ring from the hotel room broke our moment. Mitch sighed and leaned over to the phone, since he was closest.

"This is your 8:00 am wake-up call! Have a fantastic day!" A robotic voice repeated in multiple languages from the phone's speaker. Mitch lightly put the phone down and looked back to me.

"We should get dressed." He says.

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"Where should we go?" Mitch says, feet swinging off of the bed as I put on clothes.

"I kinda liked where we we're heading a few minutes ago." I say, grinning.

"Of course you did. Why don't we make a quick stop by there?" Mitch replied suggestively.

"Why not?" I say, deciding to put use to the side next to him. He slowly leans in and I take this opportunity to tickle his ass off.

"Scah! S-scott stahp! I'm super t-ticklish!" He yells out, laughing. I don't stop until he pushes my arms away.

"Your laugh is so damn adorable." I think aloud. "I just can't get enough of it." I say, making him giggle.

"I know where we should go." Mitch says after a moment of silence.

"Where?" I ask.

"Shopping."

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Part 4 is up in the Excerpts book.

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