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It is impossible for him to look at you, and not feel as if he is gazing upon his entire world; wrapped up in one of his big T shirts that he's had for far too long and a grey pair of knee high socks that you practically live in.
He remembers the day he met you, two years ago, like it was yesterday. You were both in the same aisle at the market, six feet apart at most. He stole brisk glances of you out of the corner of his eye and hoped you didn't notice, and thankfully, you hadn't.
What drew him out of his thoughts, was the sudden sound of dressing bottles crashing to the floor, an acute take in of breath coming from your lips as you look down at your feet. His limber figure immediately rushed towards you, crouching down and helping you place the bottles back onto the shelf.
Your cheeks were burning red; nearly crimson in comparison to your lips that were a shade of natural rose. You looked up with a worried, flustered gaze and swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry, you don't have to help me, really." You stated, voice a bit rigid from your nervousness.
"Don't apologize, it was an accident, and I don't mind helping at all. I'm kind of clumsy too sometimes, it happens to the best of us." He said in a reassuring tone, trying to cover up the tightness of his throat as your hands brush past one another.
He remembers so vividly how soft your touch was, and still is. Your hands were quite literally shaking, fumbling as you tried to hurriedly place the bottles back to their rightful place. You were so worried that you'd embarrassed yourself in public that you didn't even realize just how mesmeric you looked. 'How can someone look so angelic under these fluorescent lights?' He thought to himself.
Your hair had fallen in soft, whimsical strands around your face, framing your features like a painting. You had no makeup on, your outfit just thrown together, and that affliction in his chest only grew the more he thought about not seeing you again. He had never felt that with anyone before, especially not a stranger at a grocery store.
But luckily he was brave enough to ask you out for lunch, and years later, the both of you are in a shared apartment; lying cozily on the plush king sized bed that makes its home in your comfortable room. You're in between his slender legs, head resting on his lower abdomen as your hair makes a messy halo around your face.
You can hear the timid, quiet take in of breath as his chest rises and falls, the feeling of his nimble fingertips caressing your locks bringing you comfort and tranquility. He's wearing soft great sweatpants that graze your bare arms as you rest them in either side of his firm thighs; eyes scanning over the television screen just ahead of you, though your mind is completely transfixed on him.
He notices your toes wiggling in your soft socks, fingertips toying idly with the hem of your shirt. "You're not watching this either are you?" His voice breaks through the nearly quiet space, sending a vibration through his chest that you can feel against your neck.
You let out a breathy chuckle, lazily turning over with a groan and placing both of your hands under your chin as you rest against his naval; covered by a loose grey T shirt. "Nope, I wish something good was on for once." You say with a sigh, looking up at his broody features through your lashes.
He chuckles, pink lips pulling upwards at the corners as he reaches down and softly combs through your hair at the front. "Me too, but I mean ghost hunting shows are always good right?" He says back with a playful tone, eyes low lidded with a love sick daze in the way they gaze down at you.
You giggle and gently lift yourself up, hands on the mattress placed on either side of his narrow waist as you cling onto his sturdy lap, thighs wrapped around his lean torso. You reach out, gently scratching his scalp at the area just above his ear, his large hands gliding up the smooth skin of your legs (the parts that aren't covered by socks or the dress sized shirt) before lazily resting at your soft hips.
"Yeah they can be, we should go ghost hunting one day, wouldn't that be fun? You're pretty spooky so the spirits'll." You say with a humorous voice, causing him to cock his head to the side slightly and give you an amused smile. "I'm spooky huh? What makes you say that? It's not like I've played a killer clown or anything before." He says with a sarcastic tone, making you laugh even harder; a sound he swears is the most beautiful form of expression when it comes from you.
You're about to lean down, to cup his smooth cheeks in your hand and to press your lips to his, but he stops you; gently grasping both of your wrists with his oversized hands before hooking his hearty thighs around you, and flipping you both over. You let out a squeal, parts of your hair covering your face before he brushes it out of the way for you. A bright, jubilant smile the expression adorned across your features, and he finds his heart feeling so warm it feels as if he might melt.
His trim figure is heavy on top of yours, one of his lengthy legs shimmied in between your thighs, a seemingly chaste action that neither of you really notice. He lets go of your wrists and place his right hand on the side of your neck, slender fingers tracing the outline of your clavicle as he rests himself on his other arm beside you.
His features look even more angelic up close, all of his little imperfections only making you love him more. He has tired eyes from lack of sleep, and genetics; a scar on his high cheek and bits of stubble forming, and he's absolutely stunning in every form of the word to you. You eagerly perk your head up, attaching your lips to his before he gets a chance to speak.
He lets out a sigh of relief through his nose, your mouths simply pressed together and not moving yet as you savor the softness, and plushness of each others pout. "You're the most precious thing I've ever seen." He mumbles against your skin, smiling like an idiot and making you both unable to actually make out, though you don't mind at all since you're doing the same exact thing.
"That's a lie, because you see the most precious thing in existence every time you look in the mirror." You reply with a giggle, a humorous expression crossing his sharp, Scandinavian features as his face hovers above yours. "Ooooh that was a good one, I should've thought of that." He replies with a laugh, bits of his chestnut colored hair coming loose and framing his right cheek.
He then leans back down, lips finding refuge in the the crook of your neck and down your shoulder, before leaving a wet trail back up to your face; attacking your cheeks and forehead, even your nose with gentle little pecks. He smells like mint and patchouli, a scent that is so him, every time you smell it, your chest feels as if flowers are blooming inside of it.
"I wanna stay here forever." You almost whisper, as a soft, melodic hum comes from his throat; his free hand gently caressing your sides, the warmth and roughness of his palm against your skin making goosebumps appear on your arms. "Then that's exactly what we'll do." He says with a smile, pecking your mouth softly before slumping to the side, toned arms reaching out for you and pulling your figure close to his warm, trim body.
You both stay like this for what feels like hours, fingertips dancing over any exposed skin and lips lazily bouncing over each others faces and neck. This is what love is, the simplicity of it all, the fact that neither of you need anything in the world as long as you're in each others grasp. Nothing could ever take away this feeling you both have, nothing at all.
Hi angels, hope you liked this lil fluff, I wanted to give all my soft Bill lovers something to read because my heart ACHES whenever I write fluff. Love you all❤️-xx
