Shawn Mendes Imagines

Hands & Arms

NOT smut!

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You could feel the fuzziness of his few and negligible chest hairs brushing against the side of your cheek, your head resting composedly just above his toned abdomen.

Your eyes flutter open cautiously, the ceiling blurry against your vision until you run back and forth with your fingertips. You stifle a yawn as you slowly sit forward.

You shift your body to face him, where he was still laying, sleeping peacefully. You sit for a few seconds and watch the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes, his lips pressed together in a thin line that gave him a look so childish, so innocent-- it deceived from what the two of you had taken part of just last night.

It seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea to cook him breakfast and serve it to him in bed, as a surprise, before he was climbing onto the tour bus and hitting the road to travel to yet another city.

You struggle to slide silently out of the side of the bed, careful not to disturb his slumber. Unfortunately, just as your bare feet pressed into the plush carpeted floor of your shared bedroom, he inhales. You turn to face him, fixating on his bright, chocolaty eyes, now open.

"No," he whines, "don't leave!"

He outstretches his strong arms to snake around your waist, pulling you back into the bed, your back sideways over his stomach.

"Shawn," you giggle, "I was going to make breakfast!"

"I'm not hungry," he reasons, his voice hoarse from the hour, raspy against the nape of your neck as his fingers lock over your hips.

"But--"

"Just lay here with me," he whispers softly, his vocals exhausted. "Right in my arms.. we don't have long until I have to leave."

You scoot off of him, repositioning your body beneath the covers so you could lay next to his lean body, clad only in his light grey Calvin Klein's.

You hold loosely onto the insides of his wrists, pulling his arms around your figure so he could spoon you against him.

"Better?" you ask, your voice delicate.

"Mhm."

You stay quiet for a few minutes, painfully aware that these moments were the last few that the two of you would share for another month, at least.

You shut your eyes tightly, basking into sheer and unmitigated calmness. You could feel your love and affection for him buzzing against the outside of your heartstrings, tugging at every seam and begging him to stay just as close as he was now, forever.

His hands were pressed infirmly against your waist. You tactfully graze your palms over them, taking a deep breath before pulling them away and up towards your face.

You scrutinize his hands. You stare at them, your own fingers laced in between his, at each curve of his knuckle-- each dip of his pale vein lines.

You run your fingernail down the side of his right wrist slowly, stopping just shy of his detailed tattoo.

You heave a sigh.

Just as you're tracing along the edges of the guitar, reaching the cordial neck of the soundwaves, you feel his hot breath on your shoulder as he murmurs, "baby?"

You raise an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see you. "Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Just touching them," you answer softly.

"My hands?"

"And arms."

"Why?" he asks. His voice was muffled by the pillow that his face rested against.

"Because they're the part of you that's right in front of me."

He opts to simply allow you to continue, and with pursed lips and deep concentration you do.

You entwine your fingers with his over and over, pushing his forearm by the elbow on your hip back and forth lazily. You caress your knuckles against the baby hairs on his arms.

You follow the outline of his light fingers, thinking of where they touched you prior to this morning.

You suppress a heavy breath, dropping them so that they fall back onto the white duvet-- even whiter with the glaring sunlight spilling through the window-- as you close your eyes yet again.

"I like you touching my hands and arms," he admits from behind you.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. And you know what?"

"What?" you respond, your eyelids still refusing to lift.

"I promise you. I promise you a no matter where."

"You promise me a what?"

"A no matter where," he repeats.

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