CJA + ALC

Chapter 9

I spent my day looking online for job opportunities. I looked at several tattoo parlors, and I decided to go look at a couple of them later, I could probably take CJ with me and he could help me think of my next tattoo idea. I stayed in my pajamas all day and sat on the couch on my laptop, waiting for CJ to come home.

I feel like a housewife.

The sound of the front door opens and I stand up from the couch, placing my computer down in my place.

CJ walks into the living room and places his backpack down on the recliner. "I don't like people," he mutters quietly before shuffling over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. 

"What happened?" I ask, placing my arms on his shoulders.

"A teenager came in and he decided that it would be funny to rearrange every flower display that I set up, then he broke four vases and ran out of the store before I could yell at him," he pauses and takes a breath. "Then there was a soccer mom that came in that was yelling at me because her order wasn't ready when we told her it would be a couple of days because she had this huge order of roses and we didn't have enough of the color that she wanted and she was yelling at me," another breath. "And then this grandmother came in with three kids that were, like, four years old. They were all crying and wailing and they didn't want to be there and they were all hungry and then one of them threw themselves on the ground and knocked my display over, which broke the vase and ruined the flowers, and then the grandma had the audacity to blame me!" He buries his head into my shoulder, which seems to take some effort on his part, since he has to stand on his toes to reach my shoulder.

"I'm sorry babe, do you want me to make you something to eat?"

"No, thank you, I got something to eat on the way home. Can we just cuddle on the couch for a while?" He removes his arms from me and I mirror the action. I nod and move my computer from the couch so we can lay down. I stretch myself over the length of the couch and CJ lays in front of me with his face buried in my chest and arms around my waist again. I hear him mumble something incoherent.

"What was that?" I ask.

"I like it when you call me babe."

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CJ and I sit on the couch, watching some TV show that CJ put on. We're comfortably sitting on opposite ends of the couch, our feet intertwined in the middle. 

"So I found a place that I think I'd like to apply to, I'd like to go to them and see what it's like there, see if I'd be able to get along with the people that already work there," I tell CJ, brushing his leg with my foot. "Would you be willing to come with me?"

"Sure, I've been thinking about getting a lip piercing..." He half mumbles. I think about what CJ would look like with a lip piercing. I nod at the image that I come up with in my head and turn to look at him.

"I think that'd look nice on you. I couldn't do it to you though."

"Why not?"

"Piercings hurt, and I don't want to be the reason that you're in any pain," I look away from the TV and over to CJ.

"That's... Really sweet," he looks at me in surprise. "Not even cheesy sweet, just sweet."

We sit in silence, save the TV in the background. We just look at each other. Before I know what's happening, CJ's moving to sit closer to me, moving my legs so that he can sit on my lap. I let him move my body and wrap my arms around his waist after he's settled down.

"I love you," I murmur into his hair. "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too," he looks up at me before pressing a light kiss to my lips, too short for my liking.

"Well, I love you more."

"That's a lie, and you know it," he says to me, a small smile on his lips.

"Nope, it's only the facts."

"Prove it then," I say in a challenging tone, a small smirk growing on my lips.

What he does completely takes my by surprise.

His hands move up to my hair and he pressing a forceful, yet loving kiss on to my lips, I kiss back immediately, savoring the taste of him, an odd mixture of vanilla and lemons.

I mean, I know what I said to him totally led to this, but I didn't think that it would actually happen.

He tugs on my hair and I moan lightly into his mouth, I pull away and blush burying my head into his shoulder to hide it. He moves my head so that I'm looking at him.

"That was one of the most amazing sounds I've ever heard..." He smirks before pressing another kiss to my mouth, "I'd love to hear it again."

He presses a kiss to the shell of my ear and moves down to my chin, kissing and biting lightly. He reaches the crook of my neck and I sigh in content as he slowly begins to suck on my sweet spot, he bites down with a little more force and I moan again.

He looks up from his position and smirks at me, grinding his hips down on mine, another moan escapes me from the friction.

"Do you want this?" He asks, his tone changing to serious, I look up at him. His pupils are huge and his lips are slightly swollen. He's beautiful. I can only nod, I can't trust myself to make a coherent sentence right now. "Alright then, let's take this upstairs, shall we?" He picks me up and carries me up the stairs, his hands holding my waist possessively. We reach his room and he carries me in, closing the door with his foot.

"And now," he places me on to the bed before straddling my hips, "the real fun."

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Hey, I need help.
I've been wanting to retitle this for a while, I don't feel like the title fits the story that well.
If you could either message me or leave a comment with a recommendation for one that would be amazing.
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