Something Like Love ~ Nate Parker smut/imagine

Something Like Love P2 ~ Crying *MATURE CONTENT*

You woke up the next morning and stretched, only to find the other side of the bed was cold. Nate was gone. You stopped to listen as you held your stretch: the house was dead quiet. You sighed, and despite yourself, you felt a pang of disappointment in your chest. You sat up and winced at a pain in your lower torso. Great, you thought. Nate had fucked you sore.

You stood up and padded over to your dresser, grabbing a pair of underwear to put on, which you were lacking. You were still wearing his shirt though, it smelled like him, a rich, dark scent. You didn't want to lose it. One of your two full bathrooms was connected to your room. You walked in and shimmied into your underwear, washing your face and putting your hair up in a messy bun. 

You suddenly remembered that you hadn't ate last night, so you sloppily made your bed and walked down the hall to the opening of your living room, which was connected to your kitchen. 

Your heart skipped two beats when you saw Nate sitting at your kitchen table. "Nate! What are you still doing here? You scared the hell out of me!" 

Nate looked up from his Twitter feed and raised an eyebrow seriously. "Was I supposed to leave?" It sounded like a genuine question. 

"No, well, ye-.... I don't know. I just didn't think you were still here." You answered honestly. You strode over to the cabinet next to the refrigerator and opened it. 

"What makes you think I'd just leave you? My pants are still on your floor, you know. Do I look like the kind of guy to leave a girl's house half naked?"

You shrugged, trying not to stare. He was wearing sweats and a baggy sweatshirt, with a beanie to top it off. They must have been what was in his backpack, the little twat. Even his casual morning look was sexy. His eyes and voice still held evidence of grogginess. 

You turned your back to him and grabbed your spare bottle of ibuprofen, popping two into your mouth as you turned around to hop up and sit on the counter. Nate smirked at you, eyes bright.

"What? Maybe I have a headache." You defended yourself.

He threw his hands up. "Hey, I didn't say anything. But maybe I just have a nice dick," he laughed. 

You rolled your eyes and jumped off the counter, suddenly feeling antsy. You turned your back again and began rummaging through another cabinet. "Don't get an ego, Parker."

"Oh come on, Y/N, you know it's true, I made you cry last night!" He teased, doubling over with giggles. He loved getting satisfaction from this type of thing. 

You slammed the cabinet closed as your whole body got colder and your appetite disappeared. Yout put your palms on the counter, leaning your weight into them. You still couldn't turn around to look at him. Your  tone was hard and icy when you spoke. "I didn't cry because of your size last night, Nate. I was crying because I love you."

"No you don't." Nate answered. You whirled around to face him, he'd gone pale. 

"What?"

"You don't love me. You love who I pretend to be around you. That...what you saw last night, what you saw for the two years we were together...that wasn't really me. It's just how I act when you're around, because I can't help it. I always want you to be happy, and for a year now, I've felt dead inside because I can't. It hurt."

"I do love you." You stated stubbornly. "Love changes people, Nate. It changed you. It's not  a bad thing. And yeah, I did spend a year feeling like shit because I missed you so much, it was like acid eroding my insides. The only thing that kept me sane sometimes was thinking of all the times you told me you loved me, and you can't even say it now..." When you talked about missing him, you felt tears well up. Now, your sobs had broken you off, and you stood there in front of Nate, shaking with tears and hiding your face in his shirt. You felt so exposed, it was like letting a stranger see you naked. But this was worse, so much worse...

You heard a chair scrape back and Nate had his arms around you in seconds. You sobbed into his chest and tightened your fingers in his sweatshirt. "Were you lying the whole time, Nate?" You sobbed. "Sometimes I think you never even..."

"That I never even loved you?" You felt Nate's muscles tighten then relax, as if it momentarily hurt him to say that. He stroked you hair and held you. "Shhh. Of course I loved you, Y/N, I still do. Do you hear me?" He asked, putting his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes. "I love you."

You nodded as more tears escaped your eyes. He wiped them away and kissed your forehead, then, as you calmed down, he took your hand and began leading you down the hallway.

His hand was on your back as he slowly pushed you into the bathroom. He began taking off his clothes as you leaned in to the mirror, trying to fix yourself in the reflection. When Nate was done with himself, he slowly, carefully removed what you were wearing. 

You looked at your body in the mirror as Nate stood behind you, looking with you. His hands rested on your sides and kiss lips pressed against your neck, barely a kiss. His eyes were half closed, and you found his breath in your ear. 

"You're so beautiful, Y/N, really. You're so beautiful it hurts me to look at you sometimes. You're something that I always want,  because no matter what, I never seem to have enough of you." A few more warm kisses greeted your neck, then you were standing inside the shower with Nate as the warm water coated your skin. 

It was as if you two were in a daze. You were aware of the soap he was massaging into your hair, the way his hands wandered you as they cleaned you. You did the same to him, and it was like you two were clinging together, a slow dance in the water. You kissed his collarbone as water dripped from his hair and onto his cheeks. Now it looked like he, too, was crying. 

You kissed and whispered about love until the water ran cold. You were washing away the fights, the pain, the sex. All that was left was love. 

You were aware that you were both naked, alone, and talking recklessly about one of the most important emotions you will ever experience with each other. But this was a different kind of intimacy. Neither of you felt the need to prove your love with sex, not right now. 

Right now, he was holding you, and he'd stayed, and he loved you. And that's all that mattered.

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