When We Realize (A Sheo Fanfic)

Chapter Sixteen

·WARNING: Explicit Content·

*Theo’s POV*

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is that my body is wrapped around Shai’s. She is curled up next to me and my arm is slung over her. I can’t believe that she is mine. For almost two years now I haven’t been able to stop staring at her, and now I can stare at her and if she see’s, she will understand why I can’t look away. I learn something new from her or about her every day. I will never get used to hearing her laugh, and I want to always be the one causing it.

I slowly skim her arm with my finger. She starts to rustle a little bit, and then she slowly turns around to face me, her eyes half open and her short hair is going every which way like a cockatoo. I like how she doesn’t really look that different when she wakes up. She is still radiant. It was always odd for me to see Ruth in the morning because that was the only time her eyes weren’t lined with black.

“Good morning, good MORNING.” She says, her adorable voice cracking in its natural way like it always does when she speaks with too much excitement for her vocal chords. Her voice is so beautiful to me.

“I’ve always wanted to hear that in person as soon as you wake up,” I place a kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you, thank you very much.” She answers, in a fake British accent.

“So the reason I woke you up, instead of letting you sleep, was that we have the whole day off.”

“Indeed we do,”

“What did you have in mind for the day?”

She snuggles in closer to my chest, tucking her head under my chin. She mumbles something that sounds like, “Sleep more.”

I slowly roll over her until I am positioned on top of her, my arms on either side of her head. Little to none of my actual weight is on her. “Would you like me to wake you up?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” She replies, wrapping a hand around my head to pull it down to her mouth.

I kiss her slowly, because I know she is still somewhat tired. My hand is cradling her head and her hands are slowly traveling over my bare chest and back. I could continue to do this all day. She gets such a reaction out of my body, it’s almost like there is no way to control it. Suddenly I feel her hands over my sweatpants, purposefully rubbing up against my hard on. A groan leaves my lips and I stop kissing her so I can see her face and her hazel eyes.

She grins mischievously. “I know you want me to touch you,” She says, copying what I said to her last night.

I shake my head in a disbelieving way and start to place kisses all over her neck, jaw, cheek, and lips. I gasp as I feel her hand slip under my waistband and suddenly wrap around me.

“Will you roll over?” She whispers. “It’s too difficult with you on top of me.”

I comply and roll over onto my back, gulping as I watch her sit up on her knees. She moves the fabric of my sweatpants a little so I am no longer hidden by it. My eyes are trained on her face, and I notice her eyes widen a little as she takes my body in. She turns to look at me.

“It’s really big,”

I laugh once. “I’m sorry.”

“Um, why?”

“It’s not purple,”

She laughs and reaches out so that her hands are on me again and I groan. I never knew I wanted her to touch me so badly until she did. She ignites something so new within me; it makes me want to do every possible dirty thing so her, just to prove she isn’t as innocent as she plays off. Oh, I know she isn’t innocent.

Her hand slowly works its way up and down my shaft and it is an effort to keep my eyes open. When her thumb finally slips over the most sensitive spot I can’t help but moan her name quietly.

“Do you like this?” She whispers.

I nod, and before I can register what she is doing, she replaces her hand with her mouth. “Shailene,” I whisper roughly, to tell her that she doesn’t have to do that, even though I honestly do not want her to stop. She ignores me. What did I ever do to win over such a caring, smart, beautiful and sexy woman like her? I am not in the least bit deserving.

When she finishes with me and we are all cleaned up, she tells me she is going to take a shower. I decide that I should take one too, and that I’ll come back over when I am done. She gives me a smile and I leave. I have an idea for what I want to do for her today.