comfort {complete}

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Noah and I are kissing on my bed, our legs tangled together and our hands in each other's hair, when my mother comes bustling into the room, a pile of clean clothes resting in her arms. She doesn't say anything when she sees us, just sighs like she expected this, and points her finger at Noah.

"Tell me his name."

"Noah."

"Is he nice?"

"Yes."

"Don't hurt her," she warns, pursing her lips. "I have a kitchen knife that's very sharp, and if you do anything, I'll chop your head right off."

"That seems a little extreme," I say.

"It's not," she replies. "Is he staying for dinner?"

"If you'll have me," Noah says.

She snorts and marches out of the room. She returns a few minutes later and places my clothes on my desk, then leaves again.

"She seems cool," Noah says, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger and kissing my shoulder gently.

"Yeah, well, she's not."

He laughs and kisses me again, working his plump, soft lips against my thin ones. His hands travel to my waist, lingering on the hem of my shirt until I nod my head. He slips his hands under my cotton t-shirt, running his fingers repetitively over the curve of my waist.

I push him off me long enough to pull my shirt off, then I grip his collar and bring his lips back to mine. He smiles into the kiss and murmurs that he loves me.

"I love you, too," I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair. He rubs his thumb over my cheekbone in the nicest way, and it sends warmth through every single part of me.

a/n: warmth. lol.