All Of Your Flaws

Part Twenty-Six

It took several moments when she woke in the morning for Addison to realise that she wasn't alone. Normally, she was so unfocused in the mornings that a marching band could storm through her room and she would hardly notice. Her dazed attitude was nothing new; what was new was that the person next to her was Dylan Willis. Dylan's face was mashed into the pillow but his arm was splayed across Addison's chest with the other snaked around her waist, pulling her close so their chests were flushed together, Dylan's skin sending warmth into Addison's own.

For a second, Addison's mind was drawn back to the night she'd fallen asleep in Dylan's bed, the night she'd helped him with his art portfolio. That was the night Dylan had asked her not to leave, the night that Addison had really become to realise that the friendship between her and Dylan wasn't a friendship at all. It was the first tentative steps to where they were now, wherever that was. Addison wondered briefly if Dylan remembered what he'd said or if he'd been too taken by sleep at that point. The most important thought that ran through Addison head though was the determination that she wasn't going to leave, at least not until she had to. This time she'd been the one that wanted Dylan to stay and that meant a lot.

"Hey..." Dylan mumbled, opening one eye blearily. "W-w-hat time is it?" He asked failing to contain a loud and drawn out yawn. It hadn't even occurred to Addison to look at the time which, when she thought about it, a stupid thing considering they needed to get to sixth form.

"Fuck, it's after ten" Addison said looking at her phone. There were six unread messages, five from Brigid and one from Niamh. Addison would answer them later once she was clearer in her head and not very aware that Dylan Willis was lying next to her in just a pair if tight black boxers. It was a very distracting thought and one that only became even more distracting when she realised it was allowed. Dylan lying next to her was perfectly fine because Dylan wanted to be there, he wanted to be with Addison.

"Shit, we've missed English and we'll be even later if I stop home to get changed." Dylan groaned rubbing his face sleepily. Addison couldn't help but snort at that. "What? I can't turn up in exactly what I was wearing yesterday, it'll look really obvious."

"What, it'll be that obvious that you and Addison Harper were wandering around at three in the morning then you fell asleep pretty much naked in her bed? Yeah that'll be everyone's first thought, I can guarantee." Addison said derisively. "Dylan, you own, like, three shirts. It always looks like you're wearing the same thing." She added.

"Oh so you've noticed what I've been wearing?" Dylan asked raising an eyebrow.

"There's only so many plaid shirts you can witness without it being burnt into your retinas." Addison quickly replied

"God, you're such an asshole sometimes." Dylan muttered before kissing Addison on her bare shoulder. "Still, we're going to be late."

"Fuck it, we'll just skip today, I haven't done my essay for English anyway." Addison shrugged. Brigid would be pissed but there was nothing she could do about that, besides she would explain everything to her after.

"So we have the whole day together?" Dylan asked.

"That's the plan." Addison said. When Dylan's face lit up with a bright smile Addison couldn't help but smirk and move even closer towards him.

They kissed with chaste for several moments before the yearning hunger began to rise up in Addison's stomach and she deepened the kiss, swiping her tongue against Dylan's lips. She could get used to this, lying next to Dylan and just drowning in the sense of belonging she felt by just being there with Dylan.

Dylan let out a deep groan coming from his chest as he parted his mouth to welcome Addison's tongue. His arms moving so he could stroke small patterns across Addison's back. Their kiss was deep, wet and full of pure want that sent almost painful pangs to the pit of Addison's stomach. She pulled away and watched Dylan's face for a moment. Dylan had asked her not to leave all those weeks ago and Addison wasn't going to, she really wasn't going to. Addison knew she was staring but she couldn't help it; the look in Dylan's eyes, the way his green irises were practically unseen thanks to his wide pupils, the small freckles that littered Dylan's cheeks and the slow curve of Dylan's lips were all begging to be captured by whatever medium Addison could think of; watercolour, charcoal or pencil.

"What?" Dylan asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Um...do you want breakfast or coffee?" Addison asked as she couldn't tell Dylan of the insane desire to draw him as that would have seemed strange. She also didn't want to mention that she was beginning to feel very aware that Dylan was lying next to her and that he had spent the night with Addison.

"Sure." Dylan said pulling himself upwards and glancing round the room to look for his t-shirt that had been thrown off the night before. "Have you seen my shirt?" he asked glancing around the room. Maybe that was a sign that Addison really needed to actually clean her room but that would require effort to clean her room. She did not remotely possess that effort. It wasn't that she was an untidy person, she just ended up throwing things around her room during the week and never got round to picking them up until it was the weekend.

"Leave it; everyone will be at work or wherever Aaron goes in the middle of the day so we have the house to ourselves." Addison said with a shrug as she barely looked around the mess that was her room.

"Is that just a cover for you to stare at me without my shirt on?" Dylan asked with a smirk. Addison sighed loudly and pulled Dylan into a hurried and rough kiss before she pulled away with the smirk.

"Oh darn, you've uncovered my master plan." Addison said not even caring at how much sarcasm saturated her words.

"I thought as much." Dylan said smugly. Addison rolled her eyes as she climbed out of bed. "I knew you were hot for me from day one" Dylan added winking.

"Oh of course, I concocted this whole plan just to see Dylan Willis without a shirt on. Now move your lazy egotistical ass before you talk yourself out of breakfast." Addison said. Dylan pouted mockingly but let himself be pulled out of bed by Addison and pushed in the general direction of the kitchen.