Starry Nights- Ashton Irwin

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"Hey baby, " Ashton entered my room, a can of Coke between his fingers. His smile made mine brighter, making a small dimple pop out of my right cheek.

"Hi Ash," he sat down next to me, kissing me on the cheek before handing me the soda. His head laid on my shoulder and his legs crossed over to criss-cross-apple-sauce style. He reminded me of a small child, the adorable giggle the erupted through the room causing me to question if he was 19 or 5.

"You're amazing, you know?" He looked up, stealing a small kiss, but when he pulled away I grabbed his neck, pulling him forward.

I could feel a smile form on his lips, bigger than before. He scooted closer to me, before grabbing my hips and sitting me on his lap. I squealed, and he laughed, but his lips found mine before I could stop.

My hands ruffled through his hair, the curly rings soft under my touch. He pressed down on my hips, with a small amount of pressure. My legs wrapped around his torso, and my other hand pushed his neck closer to mine.

His lips moved against mine, causing butterflies to swarm in my tummy. It wasn't uncomfortable, it felt right.

His tongue pressed against my lips, making me open mine. Ash leaned his head to the side, deepening the kiss. A small moan sounded from him, surprising me. Never would I have ever thought I could make someone moan, but hey. Ok.

I found myself getting closer and closer, until he laid down. Then, out of nowhere, he flipped us over. My legs still stayed around his back, making him stay attached to my body. I felt warm, but it was nice.

He started to kiss down my neck, making me slightly jump. What the hell is he doing, I don't understand this shit. 'Just go with it, you'll be fine' I told myself , getting nervous jitters.

It began to feel nice, his lips against my jaw. I squirmed around a bit, feeling weird.

Before I knew it, his lips were against mine. Once again. This time, it was more ruff , less controlled.

I tugged at his hair, and his hands dug into my hips, harder than before. I gasped, his tongue already finding its way to mine. This was all new to me, but I liked it.

There were two sides to Ash. The playful little kid who giggled at everything, and the aggressive teenager who could kill with just his looks. I'm not sure who I like more to be honest.

He pulled away, still inches from my face. His eyes lingered there, staring back into mine. The iris widened, and the butterflies moved faster from the proximity. Although we were closer seconds before.

He have me a quick peck before pulling up and smiling. A big smile, his dimples showing and a small giggle left his lips.

"You're such a child," I slapped his across the chest, and he gave me a pouty face.

"But I'm your child, right?" he bit his lip, then pouted again. Oh gosh, this boy.

"That's weird !" I laughed, sitting up and he did the same.

"Whatever! You know what I meant!" his laugh echoed through the room, making me blush for some reason.

"Aww , you're so cute," he kissed my cheek again, but this time I didn't pull him back , because there was soda all over the ground.

"Oh my gosh," I jumped up, running to the kitchen and grabbing a roll of paper towels. I wetted a few, then ran back into my small room.

I dropped down to the spot, only to see it was gone. What the hell?

"Wasn't there just soda here?" I scratched my head and looked up. Ashton had a Coke, and was drinking from it.

"Oh, this one?" he smiled, crushing the small can with ease.

"How did yo- I don't want to know actually," we both laugh, which we have seemed to be doing a lot of today, and I went back into the kitchen to put the paper towels away. When I came back, he wasn't there.

"Ashton? Ash, hello," I stood there, confused. He left, where did he go?

"Boo!" I jumped, then turned around to see Ashton gleaming with joy at the fact that he scared me.

"Jerk!" I slapped his shoulder, leaving us in silence.

The silence went on for a few minutes, is just staring at each other. I wasn't uncomfortable , and I doubted he was. He leaned in, connecting our lips. It was slow, unlike earlier, and passionate.

He pulled back, his forehead against mine and his hand pulled at my neck.

"I love you, Rose."