numb | fillie

wildfire

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in which ~ we discover the days of the week
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millie's p.o.v.

nick and i sat outside for a while, watching the town. eventually, i got up to go find finn, leaving nick alone.

pulling open the appartment door, i'm greated by sadie.

"hey mills," she grins, blowing me a kiss,"i'm just heading out. finn's in your room."

"thanks sads." i head for finn's room, a skip in my step.

our bedroom door creaks open as i skip in, a smile bright on my face.

"good afternoon mister wolfhard." i smile, giving him a curtsy.

he grins from his spot on the bed.

i waltz over to him, swishing the skirt of sadie's, i'm wearing.

surprising him, i sit down on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"m'lady." he whispers into my ear, sending shivers through me.

"what shall we do today, wolfhard?" i ask, giving him a kiss.

he scratches his arm whispering softly, "i want to take you somewhere."

"and where might that be?" i inquire.

"you'll see." he smiles a contagious smile, from ear to ear.

i lean into him, burying my face in his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

"i met nick." i look up at him, "he seems like a pain."

finn smiles.

"that's my brother for you."

i giggle.

"he tried getting me to smoke."

finn furrows his eyebrows.

"well did you?"

"did i what?" i give him a puzzled look.

"did you smoke? c'mon, the suspense is killing me. i need to know how this story ends. did the millie bobby brown, smoke a cigarette?"

i chuckle at his sarcasm, "of course not."

"thought so." finn kisses my cheek.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"oh nothing."

i leave it be, not wanting to pick a fight.

he grabs my hand, kissing it.

he plants kisses up my arm to my neck. i moan as he keeps going, kissing up to my mouth. pausing before he kisses me. lips, teeth and tongue mixing together for the perfect combination.

boy oh boy, i love this boy.

we lay on our backs, side by side, breathing heavily.

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gaten's p.o.v.

i'm curled up on the sofa, with grace in my arms. her soft blond hair tickles my chin as she tosses and turns in her sleep.

it seemed like a nice day so i suggested we go to the park but as per usual, we ended up just laying on the couch.

sometimes it annoys me, how much grace sleeps but i've gotten used to it.

she yawns, awakening.

"good afternoon sleeping beauty." i whisper.

"mmmm." grace mumbles, rubbing her eyes.