Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

SIXTEEN

~*Becky's POV*~

The sun streaming through my bedroom curtains wakes me up, my back pressed tightly against Brad's warm body. I can feel his heart beating at a steady pace against my back, and I'm instantly calmed by the sensation. His hand is gently grazing over my thigh and up under my oversized bed shirt to my waist and back down again, so I gather he's already awake.

I roll over so I'm facing Brad but his eyes are still closed, his arm coils its way around my back and pulls me further into him.

" Morning, gorgeous." Brad grumbles, his gravely morning voice making a smile spread across my face and the butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I kiss the tip of his nose. "  Good Morning." I whisper.

Brad smiles and slowly opens his eyes. " Did you sleep well?"

" Mmm." I mumble, closing my eyes and cuddling closer to Brad.

" Good." He strokes my bare back with his finger tips and kisses my forehead.

" Did you?" I lift my head to look at him, waiting for his response.

" Oh yeah." Brad smirks, suddenly rolling over on top of me and starts kissing my neck.

" Bradley," I giggle. " It's too early."

" It's never too early." He growls against my skin, making me giggle more.

Brad starts sucking and kissing at my new found weak spot at the top of my jaw line below my ear. I rub the back of Brad's neck as he continues to suck mine.

After a couple of minutes, Brad sits up to admire his handy work. He smiles as I trail my fingers across my jaw line, trying to find his mark. My fingers hit a small sore bump. I sigh and smile at Brad as I sit up and rap my arms around his neck.

" You're mine now." Brad whispers against my neck, kissing the love bite again. Kissing the stamp he has left on me.

After a few minutes, I pull away and break the silents. " I'm going to shower. Do you want one?"

" Umm... yeah, I think I will." Brad answers after a bit of thought.

" OK. Well, you go first 'cause I will take ages." I tell him, matter of factly.

He chuckles and shakes his head at me before climbing off the bed and walking into the en suite. I wait till the door is closed before flopping back down on the bed with a sigh. I roll off onto the floor in a rather lazy manner. I groan as I stand up off the floor, my legs still weak from being laid down for hours. I make the bed quickly before combing my hair and scooping it up and piling it on top of my head, and into a somewhat messy bun.

I hear the water start to run. I pull my bed shirt off over my head and fold it up neatly, placing it at the end if my bed. I take off my dirty underwear and put on clean ones, also taking my time to pick out my outfit for today, which consists of my orange and blue paisley print shirt, my ripped blue skinny jeans and an black and white bandana to keep my baby hairs off the forehead.

I lay it all out on the bed and pull on my red and white plaid pyjama bottoms. I stop in my tracks when I think I hear Brad talking to himself in the shower. I walk over to the door and press my ear to it. I then realise he's singing in the shower. I chuckle quietly to myself. I know I recognise that song. ' I need a woman.' by Mcfly.

"I've been searching for some,

love and affection but there's,

nobody giving me that,

kind of attention

I'm alone,

ohh hmm, I'm alone.