Murphamy: A Happy Ending

Chapter 28 - Invitation

Bellamy's POV

I walk out of the bathroom, my white towel wrapped around my waist as I drag a smaller one through my hair. I pad into the kitchen, Murphy standing in front of the stove, cooking breakfast for us in his underwear.

"Morning, baby." I say, swatting his butt with the smaller towel. He yelps in surprise and looks over his shoulder at me.

"Morning. You know, you shouldn't walk out of the bathroom like that." He gestures to the towel around my waist with a smirk. I smirk back, walking up behind him and wrapping my hands around his waist, kissing his neck gently.

"Why not? You seem to enjoy it." I growl in his ear, nipping at it a little. His shivers and lets out a tiny mewl.

"Maybe a little too much. Now, get out of here before one of us burns ourselves trying to fuck around a hot stove." He says, pushing his butt out to push me away. I slide my hand around his waist and drop it down, squeezing his ass before walking but to our room and getting dressed.

***

Murphy and I sit at the table, eating our breakfast and listening to the music quietly playing throughout our house. John sits with his legs hugged to his chest, scrolling through something on his phone. My phone sits on the table next to me, messages popping up from some friends congratulating me on my proposal. I ignore them until it starts ringing, Octavia's picture showing up on the screen.

"Put it on speaker." Murphy says, looking up from his phone and leaning forward in his chair. I do as he says, putting it on speaker and sitting back in my chair.

"Hey, O. What's up?

"Bell, is Murphy there with you?"

"Right here, doll." I glance up at Murphy with a smirk. He gave that nickname to her after she dressed up as a broken doll for Halloween one year.

"Great. Hey Murph. Mom wants you guys to come over for dinner. Something about celebrating your engagement. "

"Alright," I look up at Murphy to see his answer. He nods. "We'll be there. I can't wait to see you and mom, O."

"Yeah. I love you, big brother. You too, Murph."

"Love you too, O."

"See you later, darling." Murphy says. Octavia hangs up and I turn my phone off, shoving it in my pocket and getting up. I clear the table, setting the dishes in the sink and running the water. I begin to wash the dishes, rolling my sleeves up and tossing my head to the side to get my wild hair out of my face. I feel a slim hand crawl up my back and onto my shoulder.

"Isn't that a sight? Big, strong Bellamy doing the dishes for once. Thank you, baby." He purrs dangerously, kissing my shoulder and slowly making his way to my neck. I stop him before he can make it too far.

"As sexy as you are, we don't have time for this right now. I don't think you want to explain to your boss that you were late because you were too busy getting fucked by your amazing fiancé." I tease, turning and kisses his lips briefly. He makes a noise of what sounds like sadness with a hint of disappointment.

"I guess. Oh well. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time for that later." He hisses, running his hand down my chest to my crotch. I flinch when he starts to rub me through my pants, letting out a little grunt of want and pleasure.

"John-" I growl. As soon as his hands were on me, they were gone. He kisses my cheek and grabs his keys off the counter, saying his goodbye as he walks out the door. He always does this. Riling me up in all the right ways at the wrong times. I try to continue with the dishes, but the thought of Murphy and his dirty mind, along with the erection pressing against my leg, weren't helping any. I have to excuse myself of the chore and quickly make my way to the bathroom to take care of myself.

***

Murphy's POV

After I riled Bellamy up a little, I grab my keys and leave. I love doing that, even though he hates me for it. But, getting him all hot and bothered when he can't do anything about it just makes life a little more fun. Besides, it only makes him all the more demanding when I get back home, and I might find that just a little bit erotic. Ok, a lot a bit erotic. And I love it. Bellamy does too, I can tell. He loves it when I let him do whatever he wants, being his good little boy. Everybody has their kinks, alright? I sit in the car, turning on the radio and bobbing my hand along with the music.

***

I get home from work and throw my bag on the ground. Bellamy works from home, so he's sat at his computer, his dorky glasses on. He hates that he has to wear them, but I think that they make him look adorable. He doesn't break his gaze away from the computer as he greets me.

"Hey, babe. How was work?" He says, rubbing his forehead.

"Fine. Just like every other day. How's it going over there?" I ask, walking up behind him and putting my hands on his shoulders, squeezing them gently.

"Alright. I'm almost done with this stupid report. Then I should be done for the day." He responds, his fingers typing away rapidly on the keyboard.

"Ok. You finish up here. I'm going to go get ready for dinner with your mom tonight." He nods and I kiss the top of his head before walking off to the bedroom. I shrug off my jacket and hang it up on the hook on the wall. I shuffle through my selection of nicer clothes, eventually choosing a pair of black dress pants, a white and blue spotted button up with my best pair of shoes. I carry them all into the bathroom, grabbing my towel on the way there. I close the door, stripping off my clothes and turning on the water, stepping inside. The warm water feels great on my tired skin. I roll out my shoulders, feeling them stretch and pull from being hunched over in a desk all day. I should really think about getting a job that doesn't require eight hours of sitting. I grab my strawberry-scented shampoo and lather it into my hands, rubbing it into my hair. Bellamy always made fun of my for it, but we both know that it was the best smelling thing in the world. I massage it into my scalp, scratching my fingers harshly onto my skin. I take a deep breath, stretching out my back and enjoying the sensation. I finish up my shower, making sure that every part of me is smelling good.

I pull on my clothes, running my hand through my hair one last time. I adjust my blazer again, making sure that it was straight and not wrinkled. Of course, I have had dinner with Mrs. Blake and Octavia, but this time feels different. I'm not just Bellamy's boyfriend anymore. I'm his fiancé. The person he's going to spend the rest of his life with. The person he's going to marry. So, naturally, I feel as if I need to make a better impression. With one last look in the mirror, I walk out of the bathroom, feeling ready to take on the world.