Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 39

A/N: Guys I'm really sorry about not updating, but it's 11:30pm here and I'm really, really sick in bed :( I should really be sleeping, but I know I have to update for you guys. Please don't comment saying that this is short; I know it is, but it's the best I can do right now.x

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*Trinity's PoV*

I sighed happily as I nuzzled into Louis' chest, watching the ads go by on the T.V. as we lay on the couch. We hadn't moved from there since I had gotten home from the interview and, after assuring Louis that his car remained unscathed, he had gone back to himself and began to play with my hair again. I was totally relaxed. That is, until my stomach rumbled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything at all over the course of the afternoon.

I lifted my arm lazily and glanced at my watch. 1:30pm. Perfect, it was lunch time. I unwrapped Louis' arms from around me and climbed off the couch, stretching my arms upwards as I did so. Louis looked at me with one eye open as I rose. He had obviously been sleeping prior to my movement.

"I'm gonna make lunch," I told him, and his other eye shot open.

He shook his head from side to side slowly, before rubbing his eyes and standing up beside me.

"I've heard stories about you trying to cook," he said, an eyebrow raised, "And I'd rather not have my kitchen burnt down."

I glared at him and he simply smirked, walking ahead of me.

"You can watch," he said, not looking at me as he bent down to look inside the fridge, "Just like you can watch later when I put my face between your legs and-"

"Louis!" I cut off, before he could finish the sentence, my hand clapping over his mouth as he stood up from the fridge, a box of eggs in his hand.

"Don't act all innocent," he teased, "I know you like watching m. You know how I can tell? You put your hands in my hair and arch your back and then you-"

"So, what's for lunch?" I asked, blushing, desperate to change the subject. Although there was no-one else in the room with us, I still felt uncomfortable about discussing the subject. As I thought about it, my mind wandered back to the café, where Fleur had asked me if Louis had any... preferences, shall we say. I wondered if I should bring it up and ask him now, but decided that it would only make the conversation more heated, and Louis would probably have me thrown on the bed before we even got a chance to eat. Perhaps asking another time would be better.

I observed as Louis poured the whisked eggs onto the pan, letting it simmer. I walked over, peering into the pan to see how it was coming along, when the burning oil spat onto my forearm.

"Shit!" I cursed, "That's hot!"

Louis laughed from behind me and I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

"You know what else is hot?" He continued, and my heartbeat quickened as he bit the bottom of my earlobe, "Watching you bat your beautiful long eyelashes when your mouth is around me."

He nipped at my neck, kissing it as it began to sting, and his blunt words sent a chill down my spine. A combination of the two factors caused me to let out an involuntary moan. 

"Louis, st-stop," I stuttered, hoping that I sounded more sure than I felt.

"That's not what you'll being saying later," he growled as his lips made their way to just beside my shoulder.