Something Like Love ~ Nate Parker smut/imagine

Something Like Love P4

You opened the front door of your house--well, I wasn't technically just your house anymore. It was yours and Nate's. The thought sent a bolt of happiness to your heart. 

The cool, fresh air from the breeze outside followed you in like an escort securing your safety. As your eyes adjusted to the light, dim compared to the white sunlight outside, you smelled carpet cleaner and your perfume, like the alcohol stains in your couch and the food Nate cooked while you were at work. But there was something sweet and seducing laced under it...what was that?

"Okay, well, I think this is the last one Nate," Levi said, flopping a box on the couch. He looked from you to Nate, tugged at his tyedye shirt and putting his hands in his pockets awkwardly. "If there's anything else I can do..."

"Nah bro, I can unpack by myself. Thanks though, I owe you one." Nate, shirtless, replied. Your eyes widened before realizing that it was probably because they'd been outside in the nice weather unpacking all his stuff from the car. He slapped Levi on the back as the brunette nodded and headed for the door. 

Snapping out of your daze, you moved out of his way. "Bye Levi, it was nice seeing you." 

Levi nodded, shot Nate a knowing look, then turned his attention back to you. "Anytime, Y/N. Have fun guys." He grinned and closed the door behind him. 

When you scrunched your eyebrows and looked back at Nate, he was grinning at you. "Don't you worry about him, baby. Wanna help me unpack?" 

"Not really," you sighed, walking into his arms and kissing his cheek. "But I guess I can," you smiled.

"Sounds like a plan," he said, kissing your forehead and heading for the bedroom. 

When you followed behind him, you stopped dead in your tracks at the doorway. Rose petals scattered your bedroom floor. That's what the smell was, then. There were six pictures of you on Nate's dresser, each one showing a different emotion or perspective of you. One of you laughing, one of you looking angry, one of you sleeping, one of you drinking in a club...where did he get all these?

"When did you do this?" You asked him, incredulous. 

His arms snaked around your waist. "The flowers? About an hour ago. But the pictures...I used to take pictures of you all the time, princess. You don't remember?"

You shook your head, reliving the moments... All six of them at once.

"Are you familiar with the book 'Lady Midnight' by Cassandra Clare?" He asked. You shook your head again. He laughed.

"When Mark Blackthorn was taken from his siblings by the Wild Hunt, he would pray for his six siblings to be okay. He counted them on the stars every night so that he would remember... Helen, Julian, Tiberius, Livia, Drusilla, and Octavian. Six. I have six of you. Every night, I would look at these and remember, hoping you were okay."

He turned you around and leaned in, his lips hovering, whispering, centimeters from yours. "But all this time, I was like Mark Blackthorn, and you were like Julian. I thought there was no way you'd miss me, that you'd be better off if I was absent from here...but you remained, struggling, missing me, and I felt I couldn't repay you." His voice sounded sincere, like he was pouring dozens of sleepless nights into the story. 

You covered the sizzling distance between him and smashed your lips onto his. He groaned at the sudden contact as your fingers grazed the bare skin of his stomach. His fingers gripped your arms, pulling you closer, as he gathered you in his arms like a blanket that was unraveling. 

You glanced over at the bed and pouted, it was covered in boxes. Nate followed your gaze, and the rose petals felt like velvet under your toes as he slowly backed you up against the wall.

TO BE CONTINUED TIDERS