Shawn's POV:
My fingers pressed into her skin. I couldn't get enough of her. I grabbed her closer and she moaned. I couldn't think of anything else but her and her forever.
She started breathing deeper and I sat up grabbing her bottom tightly making her moan again. Her head fell back and I started kissing her neck, lightly sucking as I went. I stopped between her chest with a sweet kiss.
Her fingers followed the line of my jaw, down my neck, and to my top button. She started undoing them, feeling my chest with her slim fingers as she went. Her hands were cold, but it didn't bother me. I was actually comforted for her hands were always very cold.
It was her.
Just her.
And she's mine.
This is my last chance to prove to her and the world that she's always mine.
She pulled my shirt off my shoulders slowly, feeling my arm muscles as her hands trailed down.
She took my hands in hers and guided them to her shoulders and down to her chest. I slid my hands up her top and took it off.
Her Victoria's Secret fit her nicely, and yeah, I looked, but not as much as I felt. She was small, but she was mine.
I kissed her over and over, everywhere, but always circling back to her lips.
We savored that moment for a long while. An hour flew by as we explored each other, kissing, favoring, loving, breathing each other's air.
The breeze picked up a little and Athalia started to shiver. At first it was the just goose bumps kind of cold, then she started really shivering. "I can't keep you warm," I was deflated. She was miserable.
"It's alright, Shawn, I'd be much worse if you weren't here."
"You wouldn't be sitting here shirtless if it weren't for me."
"Neither would you."
"Yeah but I'm not cold," I regrettably helped her into her shirt and then started tugging on my own. She was still obviously freezing, so I stopped before buttoning it and took it right back off. I swung it around her shoulders and kissed her nose. "It looks better on you," I complemented her. She backfired, "Yeah right, but it's warm so you're not getting it back." She grinned. "You know it's okay to show your teeth when you smile right?"
Pursing her lips, she smiled and blushed. Then she let her teeth peek through as she said, "I know."
We stood up, brushed off the sand, and I picked her up in my arms. Cradling her, I held her close to keep her warm, even if I didn't understand how she could possibly be cold right now, there's just a breeze.
"Next stop," I assured her - and myself partially - "food."
We argued a while about where to go, because she refused to lemme treat her to something fancy, but I didn't wanna just go through a drive through. She insisted that's what we do, so I let her at least choose which one. "Well, since you're trying to make me fat, let's go to McDonald's. I'll get fries and a burger-"
She tried to convince me and I interrupted to add to her order, "and you'll get a McFlurry and a frappé."
"You're seriously so determined to make me fat."
"You need to eat. Food is not the enemy, it's actually really good."
"Fat lasts longer than flavor."
"True, but you don't think I'm fat do you?"
"Not at all. You're so fit and perfect."
"And I eat all the time."
"Okay, but I'm not getting fat."
"You don't have to."
"I want to be fit."
"Okay. I promise to help encourage you if you listen to me."
"Like a personal trainer."
"Sure, you eat what I say and a lot of it, and then eventually you can work out."
"Why not now?"
"Athalia you can't be serious. You almost just died of starvation."
"Okay, sorry, I'll listen."
I ordered the food and handed her all her food. I only ordered a burger for myself, knowing she wouldn't be able to finish her stuff and there would be more than enough of her left overs to fill me up. She sipped her drink and nibbled on her fries while I drove around, trying to find someplace to camp out for the night. An empty lot would be fine, and we'd sleep in the car. A road trip is a road trip, but I double checked she would be alright, "Are you gonna be comfy? Cuz I can get us a room-"
"No Shawn," she interjected, "this is fine. You asked me to go on a road trip, it's much more fun this way."
Athalia's POV:
Shawn got out the blankets and we crawled into the back seat. He collapsed my seat and put his feet up on it. I curled up in the backseat, leaning on Shawn. "Are you comfy?" I asked him, pretty sure he couldn't possibly be comfortable. "I am," he assured me.
"Are you?"
"Yes, very."
Shawn waited a moment, brushed his hand over my hair, and kissed the top of my head. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Goodnight baby girl."
"Goodnight handsome."
And there we were and there we stayed. He fell asleep before I did, which was fine because I'm not always a good sleeper. Insomnia likes to play games on me. I felt myself drifting and soon I was dreaming.
