Recover

Chapter 10

Warning: this part is going to get a lil sexual ;)

"I've never done this before," Louis says coyly while looking up at me through his lashes with wide eyes from his position on the ground between my legs.

I look at him in confusion, but I quickly catch on to the game that he's playing. I love when he gets this way.

"Like this?" He wraps his pretty fingers loosly around my length. Fuck.

"Tighter, love." I direct him breathlessly. 

He does as he's told and a quiet moan escapes my lips. He tentatively moves his hand up and down and I don't know what it is about the pretend inexperience that has my nails digging into the matress and head rolling back.

 "Can I use my mouth now?" He asks, seemingly innocent. All I can do is nod and lace my fingers through his hair. 

He proceeds to suck me off, and I can feel heat slowly building in my abdomen while pleasure takes over my body.

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I thrust into my fist one last time before spilling into my hand at the memory of a night Louis and I shared days before the accident. Thank god he offered to get up and make breakfast for us- I needed to do something to take care of this morning wood. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to last with just my hand and memories while my boyfriend walks around the house, unaware.

It has been two weeks since Louis has kissed me, but other than that our time together has been perfect. I'm happy spending our days lazily watching our favorite movies or taking advantage of a cool, spring breeze on the back porch. It's easy out here where we can enjoy the luxuries that being in a boyband hands us, without all the stress. Here we don't have to hide who we are for anybody. 

Louis has made a lot of progress with his recovery. The glow has returned to his cheeks and he is becoming more familiar with the new names and faces in his life now. I once even caught him humming the tune to one of our songs that I haven't even showed him yet.

But I still notice him doing young teenagerish things like standing infront of the mirror for too long and frowning in dissaproval or becoming easily embarassed and muttering things under his breath. It took  me so long to convince him that he is perfect, but that confidence was another thing he lost with the accident. Seeing him be so hard on himself again is more painful for me than anything. 

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"I'm booored!" Louis complains, slightly pouting at me. "Why can't we go into town?"

"Im sorry, love, but you know we can't give our location away. Even the sheep here know our faces." I laugh a little.

"Then what else is there for us to do?"

"We just got the food re-stocked, do you fancy baking some treats?" 

He agrees and we move into the kitchen. I pull up the recipe for chocolate chip cookies and a vanilla cake on my phone and Louis hobbles around on his crutches while retrieving the ingredients I call out to him. 

I blend together the ingredients for the batter with technique and ease, but still manage to make a mess. I pour it into a round, stainless steel pan while Louis forms the cookie dough he made into balls.

"I'm not sure if I trust you handling my food, Mr. Styles. " He teases me while rolling one inbetween his hands and placing it on the sheet.

"Hey! I used to work in a bakery in back in Holmes Chapel, for your information." I tap his bum with a wooden spoon while passing behind him to put the cake in the oven.  

"And you know there won't be any left if you keep doing that," I tell him when I catch him sneaking another bite of cookie dough. 

He makes a cute face at me before starting, "You really should try some mate, its delicious." He takes a little on his finger and holds it out to me.

I walk over to the place on the countertop that he's sitting on with his legs dangling off of it. I stand between his knees and he puts his finger into my mouth for a taste. His finger lingers for a little longer, and traces my lips where his eyes are focused. 

He leans down and kisses me gently, and this time he doesn't pull away when I kiss back. We release and his eyes flutter open, watching for my reaction. 

I smile at him before saying, "It's sensational!" supposedly in reference to the dough, but we both know what I'm talking about. 

Louis smiles back at me before wiping some flour off of the table and dotting it on my nose. He plays with the collar of my shirt before tugging it down to reveal the tattoos on my chest. 

"What are these?" He asks.

"They're swallows." I answer.

"Is there a story behind these ones?" 

"Notice how they're both a little different?" He nods in agreement and I continue, "Ones bigger than the other, and they have different eyebrow shapes. They represent us. You're on the left, closer to my heart,  and swallows are a symbol of true love. They only have one mate their entire life."

"That's beautiful." He tells me, and we stay in the same position until the oven timer goes off to tell us that the cake is ready. 

I take it out and Louis searches for decorations while I start to make homemade frosting. He comes up with some rainbow sprinkles and a writing icing tool.

We cover it in chocolate buttercream while munching on the cookies and I hold the can of icing while trying to decide what to write on it. An idea comes to mind and I start to write in cursive.

"What are you writing?" He strains his neck in order to get a better look at my work.

I back away to reveal the words, "Larry Stylinson. That's what the fans call us."

"Larry Stylinson," He repeats while smiling to himself. "I like that."

"Me too."