Nate Maloley Imagines

Mirrors

The night is still young and Nate  is laying on the bed. His head is propped up on the pillow with his arm laying behind it.  His chest rises up slowly and evenly while he stares up at the ceiling.

I stare at my reflection in the foggy mirror after Nate  took a long hot shower. My hair is in a Dutch braid which reaches my mid back. The shirt that rests on my body looks like a dress compared to an actual shirt.

My fingers start to undo the braid while I stare at myself in the mirror. A light red matte lipstick is added to my lips.

I should never be around him when I need him the most. When I'm around him all I get is wild thoughts.

Nothing helps pretending to be angry or avoiding his gentle gestures when he comes back from tour.

He's irresistible he knows it and I know it. Nate loves to see the affect he has on me every time he returns from tour. But I love the affect I have on him also.

While his eyes roam my body as if it was the last time we would see eachother. The ways his pupils dilate and his lips emit small pants of air.

The walk to the room is short causing my nervous to heighten. The cold breeze from the open window causes my nipples to become erect. Nate has his eyes closed his fingers play with the hem of his shorts.

I've never been one to be sexy or be seductive, but with Nate my shyness turns him on. I stand at the foot of the bed looking at Nate as I nudge his foot with my fingers.

He looks up quickly before casting his eyes back to the ceiling. His eyes close momentarily before he opens them once again in a slow motion. I watch carefully as I nudge him again hoping to gain a fraction of his attention like the ceiling is.

I stare up at the ceiling to see what is fascinating about it. A small gasp escapes my now parted lips as I see a mirror mounted to the ceiling. The first thing that comes to mind is fifty shades of grey.

A small laugh is heard from Nate causing my eyes to look down at him again. I tilt my head in confusion before my eyes drift back to the ceiling.

"Wondering how that got there?" His raspy voice asks which is the sound I hope is only reserved to me. I nod before kneeling in between his parted legs on the bed.

Nate leans up on his elbows to watch my every movement as my eyes flickering between him and the mirror. The shirt I'm currently wearing rides up my thighs giving Nate a perfect view of my black lace panties. The thought of me trying to seduce Shawn in any way has completely escaped my mind.

Small creaks are heard from the bed moving near, but I don't pay no mind to it all. The mirror portrays something more then innocence. Memories flashback when Nate European tour kicked off.

He bought the mirror to relive the passionate, yet heated moment in front of the mirror in his Amsterdam hotel bathroom. It was the second day for the "Late 2 the Party Documentary." A smile makes its way onto my face as I look back at the memory

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The hot shower steamed the whole bathroom making it hard for me to see. The lights which illuminated the room made it worse to see and I ended up missing my footing.

"Oh" I let out a small squeal as I felt strong arms wrap around my bare waist. Nate's face appeared as the steam started to disperse with the open bathroom door.

His hand tilted me in a standing position before reaching over me and clearing the mirror. The muscles in his biceps flexed under his shirt with his rapid movements. Sweat was dripping down Nate's face indicating he did a hard work out with the boys.