"Sometimes I wonder where my place on this world would be, and I finally realised once I was in your arm, your fingers laced around mines, my head resting on your chest. That's where I belonged."
― Excerpt from a book I will never write
#588 // home (via excerptsofstories)
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Andrea Russett
Together, Kian and I woke up on his bed. I hummed to myself happily when I saw his smile, "good morning baby," I pecked his lips sweetly and then yawned tiredly, "what time is it?"
He smiled and kissed my forehead, then reached carefully over me and grabbed his phone, "it is nine twenty," he chuckled and set his phone back, then pulled me into his warm, bare chest. "How did my beautiful girlfriend sleep?"
"Really, really well since I was with you," I told him as I kissed his collar bone lightly, "you are an amazing boyfriend, for dealing with me at the late hours of the night, you know that?"
"It's all worth it in the end," he told me, playing with my hair lightly.
Sitting up slowly, I smiled when I realized I was wearing his shirt. "I forgot you loaned me your merch shirt. Your face is really cute on this shirt."
He chuckled and pulled the covers up to his chin, grinning.
"You really do," I laughed and leaned down and kissed his nose. "I'm going to go and steal from your kitchen, you coming with?"
"Of course, I love food," he got out of bed and then laid down on the floor, "actually I'm seriously still tired. How about you just bring me food?"
I rolled my eyes at his laziness, "get up babe, I'm the one who's supposed to be laying in bed, while you bring me breakfast. It's the normal thing."
"Stereotype thing." He corrected me.
"Fine, is Jc still here?"
He shook his head, "he said something the other day about going to Texas."
I nodded and then left Kian's bedroom. I made my way into the kitchen and looked through their pantry and refrigerator. I couldn't help but notice how many condiments they had. It made sense though, considering they always used them for messy videos. I found some vanilla yogurt. I grabbed two spoons and two of the vanilla yogurts, and went back to his bedroom.
"Yogurt?"
"You're funny if you think I'm about to make you a full breakfast at nine thirty in the morning," I told him, tossing him his spoon and yogurt. "Be thankful you at least go something."
He began to eat his yogurt, "you sound like my mom."
I sat on the bed next to him and curled up against his chest, while eating my yogurt. I couldn't help but keep glancing up at him, marveling at his chiseled jawbone.
He knew I was looking at him, so he glanced at me and licked my forehead. "Is there a problem sweet pea? You're glaring at my chin. Do I need to shave or something? Do I have a pimple? Oh God. Am I breaking out again?"
"No," I giggled, "you have a good jawbone. I have a double chin. I'm not complaining though. I'm a living, walking meme. It's fun to make fun of myself."
He rolled his eyes and poked my chin, "you look gorgeous though."
"Never said I didn't," I smirked, flipping my hair, most of which wasn't my hair, considering it was just extensions that I wore constantly.
"Conceited much?" He teased. He finished his yogurt, then set the spoon on his bedside table and tossed the empty yogurt cup into the trashcan that was placed right next to his bed.
The yogurt was delicious and I could not help but eat it slowly, trying savor the taste.
"I love you," he informed me as he ran his fingers through my hair, "you know that, right?"
"You tell me everyday," I smiled.
He kissed the top of my head, "and I will tell you tomorrow and the days following that."
Once I finished my yogurt, I did the same as him and tossed the yogurt into the trash and set the spoon on his bedside table. I climbed onto his lap and faced him, straddling him slightly. "And I will do the same forever," I kissed him gently.
He kissed me back, and put his hands on my back. His hands wandered my thighs and then made themselves up under the shirt I wore, and onto my sides. Against my lips, he mumbled, "God Andrea, you're amazing."
My cheeks darkened as I kissed him. I pulled away and smiled, "that's all you get babe."
"I want more," he pouted.
"Maybe tonight."
A/N: Should I make a sexual chapter next? Comment your opinions. Also, check out Ambivalence. I just started it, it's a Camren (Camila and Lauren) fanfiction story. Let me know what you think of that!
