imagines vol. i

I

: s w e e t    d r e a m s :

I come back from the kitchen and notice Shawn resting peacefully on the couch. His head tips to the side slightly and falls on top of the pillow. As I walk towards him, the faint sound of his profound breathing intensifies. My smile widens as I sit in front of his intricately detailed face.

Gently, I twine a strand of his hair between my fingers; however, my smile flitters away realizing his golden eyes aren't looking into mine. I sigh lazily as I climb onto the couch and lay down beside him. Then, I press my lips delicately on his rosy cheeks expecting his lips to curve upwards.

No response.

I begin to pepper kisses down his neck until he finally flickers his eyes open.

"You're home early," Shawn yawns.

"I told the office to leave early."

"I'm glad to see you," he whispers cupping my face in his hands. Then, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Me too," I reply lazily as I nuzzle myself into his chest.

"It's still pretty late. Aren't you tired?" He asks worriedly.

"Very," I yawn. Suddenly, it's as if a ton of boulders collapsed on my eyelids and weighed them down. Consequently, the lights blurred and the room went fuzzy.

"Babe?" Shawn asks brushing my hair with his fingers. I reply with a mere hum and attempt to lift my head. 

"Let's put you in bed," he says as he begins to hoist his body -and mine- off the couch.

"Noooo... can we... sleep..."

"Come on," he says poking my rib cage. I sit up with an intense jolt and protect myself from anymore pain. Suddenly, I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff and the gusts of wind sway me gently. 

"You're about to pass out you're so tired," Shawn giggles as he pulls me up with his hands. He scoops me up and walks up the stairs, then into our bedroom. The bed sinks under my weight, and I curl my body closer to my chest. 

"You have to change first," Shawn says sitting me up.

"Can't I just take off my bra?" I whisper.

"No, because then you're going to kill me for letting you sleep in your clothes," he replies sweetly in my ear. I giggle and crook my neck to the side due to his hot breath against my skin.

"Lift your hands up," he commands. Reluctantly, I follow his orders and let him slip off my shirt. 

After he's undressed me and dressed me once more, I smile at him as he throws my clothes into the hamper. 

I saunter to where he stands and tug on the back of his shirt. He whips around instantly and slithers his hands around my hips. I wrap my arms around him and inhale the familiar scent I've grown accustomed to. 

"I love you," I say randomly.

"I love you too."