Worth It (Damie)

Part 1

A/N: Thank you so very much for your incredible feedback and reception of my short introduction! I am blown away. Now how about a real update? Shall we heat things up a bit? ;) Enjoy, xo

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I watch Dakota as she sits in the middle of the floor of my new LA home, going through boxes of my belongings. Her soft locks frame her face, a few have fallen from her messy bun. She isn't wearing make up, but still manages to glow in the ray of light coming from the windows. Ethereal, an angel, mine.

She snorts, breaking me of my reverie. "Why do you have this?"

I walk over, kneeling to look at the framed photo of Elvis she holds in her dainty hands. "He's an American treasure."

She continues laughing. "Okay, why is it framed though?"

"Um, because I love the King. I plan to frame some of our pictures, because I love you too."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just compare your love for me to your love for Elvis."

It was my turn to chuckle. "Not at all, baby. You know better."

She grabs her phone from where it sits on my coffee table and opens the camera.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Sending this to Riley."

The shutter sound clicks as she snaps it, giggling as her thumbs move quickly over the screen. I can't help myself. I lean in, snatching her up in my arms as my lips find her neck. She squirms from my hold and drops both items, trying to resist but her attempts are futile. I roll us onto the floor laughing, my fingers tickling her sides to perpetuate that joyous sound. I would do anything to make her laugh every day for the rest of our lives. If I could fall asleep to it at night I would, then again, I plan on both.

"Jamie, stop!"

Her snorts only encourage me to continue. She's now on top of me and I have her pinned to my chest as she writhes. Finally I cave, ceasing my torture. She rests her head in the crook of my neck, her panting in my ear sends chills straight to the member she lays on. I move my face to kiss her cheek, but she doesn't look up.

"That was a waste," she breathes.

I run my hands down her torso to cup both of her ass cheeks, giving them a light squeeze. "I beg to differ."

She sits back, her baby blue eyes meeting my own. "I already sent the text."

"Weasel." I peck her on her button nose.

"Chipmunk." She returns the gesture to my lips.

"Mmm, more."

She giggles before deepening the kiss. It doesn't take long for my body to respond as I leave a hand on her ass, bringing the other up to hold her face where I want it. She sucks on my bottom lip and I'm ready for action. My tongue invades her mouth, tangling with hers. I moan into the kiss, wanting to deepen it further but not physically being able to. She's delicious. She tastes like strawberry bubblegum, and I can't get my fill.

She pulls away, our lips smacking as I try to protest. "No distractions, Dornan. Unpack."

"I'd rather undress." I inch her Johnny Cash shirt up, grazing her porcelain skin with my fingertips. I feel her shiver before she smirks.

"Later. Promise."

I sigh. "Fine, but you owe me every surface at some point."

"Okay, Mr. Grey." She rolls her eyes, mocking Ana.