Part of Your World:A Chris Evans FanFiction

46.

 Flying to Orlando took forever. We were actually on planes for almost 24 hours. That didn't even count the time at the airports making connecting flights. I legitimately don't know what we were thinking. By the time our plane landed in Orlando we had been traveling for somewhere close to 30 hours. I was exhausted to my core and the plane was trapped on the runway for the next hour because there had been a nearby lightening strikes. I felt like I was going to cry.

I pressed my face into Chris' bicep. "Disney World had better be worth it." I muttered.

Chris put his arm around my shoulder and my head fell into the crook of his arm. "My life is so hard! I'm going to Disney World!" Chris mocked.

I punched him and he caught my hand. We then spent the rest of the wait play wrestling with each other, while receiving dirty looks from the much more serious passengers around us.

We finally got let off the plane and when we made it through security a car was waiting for us. It was pouring rain and I was really glad that we had opted for a pick up rather than a car rental.

The hotel was decorated for Christmas. A massive multi-story tree stood in the middle of the lobby. As soon as I saw it I went from grumpy exhausted traveler to overly excitable fan girl. I almost skipped along as we followed our personal butler to our room. Yes, you did read that right. No, that was not my idea.

Chris had asked me to just let him organise the hotel, and not criticise his decision when we got there. Also, I was to remember he worked for Disney now, so don't think about anything too much. But oh lord, it took a lot of willpower not to criticise it. He'd booked the two bedroom suite. Two bedrooms. Two! Because you know, there were two of us. So yay; room each!

I stood in the second room staring blankly at it. "So I guess I'll sleep in here, and you can take the other one."

"No, I don't think so." Chris grabbed me around the waist and dragged me squealing to the other room, tossing me on the king sized bed. There was a set of towels rolled up to look like Mickey Mouse on the end of the bed, a red rose sitting on top of them. They fell to the floor and scattered as I bounced on the mattress.

"Okay fine!" I giggled. "I'll have this room and you can have the other one."

Chris crawled over to me, and nuzzled into my shoulder blade. I stroked his neck and he gradually fell asleep in my arms. A feeling of extreme content washed over me. I drifted off to sleep, Chris pressed against me, listening to the sound of the quiet almost snore he made and smiling so much my cheeks hurt.

I woke the next morning at four. Jet lag had thrown everything off and I was not just awake, I was wide awake. Chris had rolled away from me but was still fully clothed and above the covers of the bed. My bladder was killing me.

I crept out of the room, used the bathroom and started up the shower. It had been almost two days since I showered now and when I stepped under the water it felt like the best place in the world. I was washing my hair when Chris stumbled into the room.

"Did I wake you, my love?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe? I don't think so." He said blearily and started stripping off his clothes.

"Are you even awake now?" I laughed.

"Part of me is." He grinned, and dropped his pants to the ground. His cock sprung out as he did and stood hard in front him. He climbed into the shower, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Thank you for bringing me to Disney World." I said smiling up at him.

His face lit up, his smile creasing the corners of his eyes. "Thank you for coming to Disney World with me."