Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Teasing Or The Alien In My Stomach

Hi everyone, Louis himself blessing us with such a beautiful photo that just perfectly fit the content of the chapter. I hope you enjoy a cute Louis and Claire chapter (be patient Clarry shippers, your time will come). I thought we could all use a sweet chapter without any troubles after this week (*cough* US election *cough*). All the love, Summer xxx

The next morning, I found myself half undressed in a very warm and comfortable bed. I snuggled deeper into the blanket and let out a loud sigh until I heard a chuckle. My eyes flew open and I was met with the beautiful sight of a shirtless, slightly dishevelled Louis Tomlinson grinning down at me. I groaned and closed my eyes again. "Too much beauty for you, this early in the morning?" he asked me, his voice laced with amusement. Nodding, I pulled the duvet over my head and tried to shut out the light. 

Moments later, the duvet was gently pulled out of my tight grip and I squeezed my eyes shut until I felt Louis' lips lightly touch my forehead. My lips automatically spread into a smile, but I kept my eyes shut while he continued to place light kisses all over my face, slowly, but determinedly making his way down to my mouth. He stopped right at the corner of my mouth, teasing me, until I couldn't take it anymore and turned my head so that his lips were on mine. We kissed for a couple of seconds until I pulled away and eyed him sternly. "You tease." He grinned and placed a light kiss on the top of my nose. "But you love it." Not knowing how to respond to that without making things awkward, I just smiled at him and leaned in for another kiss until I felt the urgent need to visit his bathroom. 

Louis pouted when I threw back the duvet, but his mood immediately changed when he saw my exposed legs. Somehow, I had only pulled off my tight trousers last night and was still wearing the thin black shirt and my underwear, but my legs were fully exposed. Self-consciously, I pulled the shirt down as far as I could, but it was too short to even remotely cover my bum, much to Louis' satisfaction. "No need to hide, love, I quite like the view." He winked at me from his comfortable position in his bed and I blushed and made my way across the room to his bathroom as quickly as possible.

When I returned, Louis looked up from his phone and his eyes widened when he saw that I had gotten rid of my shirt after I had discovered how much it smelled like smoke, and unfortunately puke, from last night. Very much aware of my half-naked appearance, I crossed my arms over my chest and walked back towards the bed as quickly as my legs could carry me, immediately pulling the duvet up to my chest. Louis, however, had something different in mind. Before I could even do more than blink, he was hovering over me, holding up his weight with his arms. Surprised, I took in a sharp breath and tried to control my accelerated heartbeat, while discretely admiring his naked upper body. 

"You can't just walk back in here like that, only dressed in your underwear and expect me to stay calm, love." he said huskily. My cheeks turned a shade darker and he smirked, obviously pleased with the effect he was having on me. "I can't?" I asked a bit helplessly, trying to figure out a way to gain my control back. His eyes narrowed and he leaned in a bit more, gently pushing his hips against mine, making it impossible to notice how much an effect I had on him. "No, I'm afraid not." He started placing gently kisses down my neck and his mouth wandered closer to the edge of my bra, sending shivers down my spine. "So beautiful." he murmured and looked up at me, his blue eyes examining my flushed cheeks and my messy hair, before dipping his head down again.

"Louis, I..." I started and he looked up, his full attention now back on my face. "I've never... you know..." I helplessly waved my hands through the air, not really doing a good job at explaining what i meant. By now, my face most likely resembled a tomato and I looked away from him, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. "Claire?" Hesitantly, I let my eyes wander back to Louis who gave me a reassuring smile. "Even though I have no idea how someone as beautiful as you hasn't had a long line of guys begging you to sleep with them, this doesn't change anything, okay? We won't do anything you are not comfortable with, love. If you want to stop, we'll stop. You call the shots, alright?" He pressed a light kiss to my forehead and I nodded. "So I'll literally call the shots?" I smirked at him and when he realised what I was playing at, he burst out laughing. "Yes, indeed." He pressed another gentle kiss right between my breasts, before he rolled off me and propped his head up with his hand, watching me with a fond smile. 

"There is something I wanted to show you." I told him quietly and he gave me an encouraging smile. "Um, I wanted it to be a surprise and, well, I got the first one two years ago, but it's kind of hidden so you wouldn't have seen it yet." With practiced hands, I swiftly unhooked my bra before I took a deep breath and turned around. I heard Louis take a sharp breath, before I felt his  fingers lightly trace the outlines of my anchor and then the lines of my first tattoo. "When did you get this done?" I heard his voice come from behind me, while he lightly traced the words inked into my skin. "Um, the quote and the birds about two years ago and the anchor last week. That's why it's not completely healed yet. Harry took me; he wanted to get his cover up for the 'things i can' tattoo on his right arm and invited me to tag along." 

There was a silence and I reached out and tried to close my bra again, not completely ready to go topless in front of Louis yet, especially not after how quickly the situation had escalated minutes earlier. My hands were gently pushed out of the way as he helped me to close my bra again and I turned around, anxious to face him. "You know, I am a bit sad that Harry saw this first, but... I have to say I didn't think I could find you any more attractive and I am happy to admit that I was wrong." He grinned at me and I relaxed a bit and gently started to trace his tattoos, making goosebumps appear on his skin. Leaning in, I pressed a light kiss to his chest just above the 78. "You know you are making the whole 'be respectful and wait' thing really hard for me, love" he said hoarsely. I smirked and looked up at him, to see that his eyes had turned a shade darker. "Sorry?" I asked him and he shook his head and laughed. "You never have to apologise for that, love, quite the contrary."

He pulled me back in and we spent another twenty minutes in bed, until my grumbling stomach reminded us that it hadn't been fed in a while. "The alien in your tummy has spoken." Louis chuckled with a grin and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Alien?!" His grin turned into a smirk and he nodded. "How else can you explain that the massive amounts of food you can eat seemingly disappear into thin air?" Helplessly, I shrugged and he laughed and climbed out of bed, before walking over to his closet and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, which he threw over to the bed before pulling the sweatpants over his legs. 

Gratefully, I slipped into the over-sized t-shirt which gained me an approving look from Louis. "Somehow, all of my clothes seem to look a lot better on you than on me." I did a little twirl, before pulling my messy hair up into a pony tail with a hairband that I had found on the floor next to Louis' bed. "I can assure you that you look a lot better in your clothes than I will ever do." I replied to his comment and he shook his head, but simply held out a hand for me to take, before pulling me out of the door and down the stairs towards his kitchen.