Bobcat

Lighters

Chapter Songs:
Still -The Japanese House
You Made Me - Dev09
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Delia's POV:

He was laying next to me in bed, the sheet pulled up to our waist. His arm was behind my head, and my head rested against his shoulder. His free had was dragging patterns over my exposed stomach with the tips of his fingers. He was laying on his side, slightly hovering over me as my eyes fluttered shut. My hand moved slowly up his arm to the crook of his neck, pulling myself into his chest. I felt him wrap his arms around me tightly, holding me against his toned, bare chest.

We laid like this for quiet awhile, surrounded by an after love the next few hours. It was getting extremely late, and I didn't want to be anywhere else but with him. I could feel my eye lids getting heavier and heavier at the feeling of his finger tips against my skin. I buried my face in his neck, my nose grazing against the side of his jaw as my hands moved slowly over his chest.

"I have somewhere wonderful to take you tomorrow. I think you're going to love it," he whispered softly against the side of my face, his words practically brushing against my ear. I sighed happily at his words as I curled my body into his, sliding my thigh over his hip, holding myself against him. His large calloused hand slid slowly over my back as I started to fall asleep happy and comfortable under his touch.

"I love you," he whispered even quieter, so quiet that I almost didn't hear him.

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Cole's POV:

"Delia, stop being a pussy," I half shouted up the dark stairs that lead to a kind of underground back alley. We were out in Riverdale, just barely in the Bronx. She would love where I was taking her. It's somewhere I hid constantly when I was struggling artistically. I wanted to share it with her, but she wouldn't come down the stairs. I wasn't sure if she was scared of the dark preface of it or if she was scared of the fact that it was under ground in a way and her claustrophobia was setting in.

I adjusted my camera to rest against my back as I held my hand up to her. She rolled her eyes slowly before stepping down carefully away from the crowded street. She slid her small hand into mine. I slid my fingers between hers as we walked down the stairs. I let my free hand drag against the old stone that made up the side of the building, and I couldn't help but smile back at her as I pulled her further into the dark alley way.

I've wanted to share this place with her for a while. It's where I got a lot of my artistic inspiration from. We got to the bottom of the stairs, the shade of the building hovering over us. We were surrounded by dusty cracked window and tall buildings. The group of buildings were sitting along the side of a hill. I readjusted the camera against my back again before pushing one of the cracked dusty windows open. I glanced at her over my shoulder as she looked up between the buildings. The sunset was just barely coming through the large hole of a clearing over the alley way.

I lifted myself up towards the window, crawling on top of one of the boxes to look inside. It was still empty by the look of it. No homeless had managed to sneak in, so I reached over and tried the door. Someone had finally locked it or had put something in front of the door. I crawled off the boxes before gently pushing Delia back. She slowly looked from the sky back down to me. I leaned back slightly before kicking just below the door handle, the door swinging in quickly. The wood was now splintered on the door. Her hands slid over my biceps as she leaned around me to see. It lead into a long hallway with another door at the end. Her hand slid into mine before gently and curiously pulling me inside.

I grinned as I followed her. I gently pulled on her hand, pulling her back to me before slowly sliding my arms around her. My lips were against her ear as I whispered.