A Different Kind of Devotion (R5 Fanfiction)

Hanaa's POV

We heard somebody clear their throat from the direction of the door. Both of our heads snapped back to find my dad standing in my room, arms crossed, foot tapping.  

"Dad," I said calmly. "He's my fiance now, remember?" 

"You guys weren't really watching YouTube videos all day, were you." 

Riker blushed. "No sir." 

"Well as long as you don't go too far, I guess that's alright." 

"Dad!" 

"Or I could just tell your mom you lied to her and you weren't really watching YouTube videos?" 

"No no no, I'm just surprised you would even think that! You know how responsible Riker is!"  

"Sir, I wouldn't do anything Hanaa wasn't comfortable with." 

My dad gave a curt nod.  

"Be good to my daughter now, y'hear?" 

Riker nodded.  

My dad left the room, closing the door behind him. I got up and padded across the room, locking the door. I went and sat back on Riker's lap.  

"Now where were we?" 

"I think we were right about..." Riker's finger twirled in the air. "Here." 

His hand landed on my lips and I reached up to move it.  

"I think we were about...here." 

My lips brushed his and I pulled back. Riker smiled at me.  

"I think you're right." 

Riker cupped my face in his hands.  

"Well what're you waiting for? Just kiss me you fool!" 

Riker smirked and happily obliged. He gently moved my head forward and his soft lips met mine.  

Our mouths worked as one, sending chills down my spine.  

Riker's hand found mine and we stayed together.  

We both pulled back at the same time. He looked at me, longing in his eyes, then we both dove back into the kiss.  

After a while, we heard a tap at the door.  

"Do want some dinner?" my mom asked.  

"We're not that hungry," I replied, and her footsteps faded away from my door.  

I turned back to Riker and attatched my lips to his once more.  

It was starting to get dark out and a cool breeze blew through my open window. Goosebumps raised on my body, but were soothed by Riker running his hands up and down my arms. His touch was gentle.  

Suddenly, we hear a shout from below my window. It was Rocky.  

"Riker, stop sucking faces and get home!" 

Riker looked at me and laughed. "That's Rocky for ya." 

I were about to ask how he knew what we were doing, but Riker answered my unspoken question.  

"We've been sitting in a locked room for three hours, what else would we be doing?" 

I smirked. "Yeahhhh never thought of that." 

I climbed off of Riker's lap. He headed downstairs and I followed. Before he left the house, he leaned close to my ear and spoke.  

"Tomorrrow." 

Then he was gone.