I'm Supposed to Love You (Peterick)

Jumping on beds To Cuddles On The Couch to... Puppys?

Finally, we got home. I was pretty happy. I missed our bed.

Patrick threw our bags on the floor and pulled me up on the bed.

We were jumping on the bed. I felt like a little kid. I laughed and he did the same until I pinned him against the headrest of the bed. I held him by his hips and pulled him closer.

A smile crossed his face as I leaned my forehead against his. He cupped my face with his hands and rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs. He stared at my lips. "What should we do?" he asked quietly.

I shrugged and kissed his forehead, leaning mine against his once again after my lips left his skin.

He sighed happily. "Let's watch a movie!" he suggested.

I nodded.

We climbed off the bed and walked downstairs.

We ended up watching some cheesy romance movie that I was barley paying attention to, I was watching Patrick.

I was sitting on the couch, my knees were pulled up to the side. Patrick was cuddled up next to me, arm slung around me and head on my breast bone.

Soon I felt his body go limp, and his head slightly fall. His breathing had steadied and he was beautifully peaceful.

When the movie was over, I turned to see his mouth slightly ajar. I smiled as I crawled over to him and lightly pressed my lips to his.

His eyes started to flutter, but he turned his back on me.

I pouted. "I feel loved," I muttered.

"You should." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

I chuckled and laid down behind him.

Yeah, we were spooning.

He slid his hand up my arm and traced the tattoos. Then he tangled his legs with mine. "What time is it?" he asked.

I shrugged and muzzled my way into his neck. "How should I know?" I yawned.

He snuck an arm behind me and grabbed my phone out of my back pocket. He checked the time. "Its 7:30." he yawned back.

I smiled as he placed my phone back in my pocket. I tightened my grip on him and smiled against his skin. I took in his amazing scent. "I have no clue how I got so lucky." I mumbled.

"With what?" he sounded confused.

"My life... mostly you." I said.

He hummed. "Pete, your birthdays coming up... what would you want?" he asked.

I thought for a minute. "A dog."

Patrick turned over to face me in ny arms. "A dog's a lot to handle, don't you think?"

"Well... I'm allergic to cats, and ice always wanted a dog." I said.

He sighed and nodded. "I'll see what I can do." he kissed my nose. "Dogs require a lot, though."

I pouted. "But I wanna a puppy to play with, and you won't dress up like one!"

He chuckled and sucked my outstretched lip into his mouth. "Okay, Panda... I'll get you a puppy." he smiled when he pulled back.
(THIS ISNT LONG ENOUGH! IM SORRY GUYS! :( But I decided I Will update Beautifully as well today!
-PSILY! <3)