Messy Love (Ed Sheeran)

Drunk (Warn:Sexual content)

"How are you feeling?" he muttered a little... I don't think it was such a good idea that we mixed wine with liquor, but I got to admit, it tasted wonderful.

I nodded as we sat next to each other... Ed had brought in the guitars we had been using the night before, and began to sing to the songs that were playing. 

After a while, we just sat there, indulging our drinks as the music filled our ears. It was now half past eleven.

"I need a cat," I said as I sat there, just thinking of something I can't really explain. I think it was just the alcohol. I turned to him when he laughed, watching him drink another gulp of the mixed liquor. I smiled.

" Yeah, cats are wonderful," he agreed. 

"I want 8 of them," i joked.

He looked up at me and laughed, having a good sense of humor. The way we laughed together was memorable,  happy.

I looked around the room as we remained quiet as we drank our fourth cup.

"My house is so empty. Lonely," I admitted, something I shouldn't have, but I did. He looked at me and his smile fell a little.

"I worked so hard for my family's happiness, and now i barely get to see them happy," I felt the knot in my throat as I looked at the ceiling. I felt Ed scoot closer to me. I laughed though, being optimistic.

"But I'm so thankful for the life I have. And at least they know I'll always be there for them, for everyone," I finished, looking to my side.

I found Ed staring at me, his mouth in a mutual line as he gazed at me... He was really close, his face inches from mine.

We still had the guitars in our hand, but I felt him leaning in, watching me, an awkward smile now growing on his face.

"You're so different, i love it," he whispered.

I didn't move, and just watched as the music slowly fell into the next song... and I felt the atmosphere become tense as we slowly watched each other. My heart pumped, waiting for it... wanting it..

Slowly but surely, his head was against mine, his breaths slow and hesitant as he stared at my lips. I could smell the alcohol, barely.... Just as I assumed he smelled mine...

His flamed colored strands of hair were  sliding against my forehead as he moved closer, closing the gap. His blue eyes were mesmerizing, so relaxed, yet so undeniably intense.

Suddenly, I could feel the contours of his lips on mine.. And it was like we've done this so many times before... It seemed so natural, not forced, not fake, but real. Intentionally meant to happen.

I felt his lips move against mine, his breath becoming a little harsher now as he became more focused, his eyebrows furrowing together as we both indulged in the pleasure. His lips parted from mine, and I swear the chills against my back made me smile.

I want more.

His smile back reassured that he felt the same, and soon enough, he set the guitar on the other couch as he slid his hand to my face. The heat of his skin against me made my stomach turn in anxiousness.

"Barbara," he murmured as I dropped my guitar as well, a small chuckle escaping him. His lips were on mine again, and he leaned more closer, his figure  tumbling a little over my height, since I was almost 5 inches shorter.

I leaned back against the arm rest of the chair as his kisses became more forceful.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, sending my fingers through his soft red hair. My breaths became more quick as my heart rushed in my chest, the room spinning a little as we made out.