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Sparks Fly

Title: Sparks Fly
Requested? Yes.
Plto: Imagine Josh coming home from tour and he can't keep his hands off of you.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 795

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Today was the day. The day you finally get to see your boyfriend again after he was on tour for four months. He's been on your mind all day, every day and you couldn't wait to see him. You agreed that you were going to pick him up at the airport so you put on a small bag, containing just a pack of gum, your phone and keys, and walked out the door. You were getting more impatient with every red traffic light that stopped you from getting to your boyfriend quicker. When you finally arrived to the airport, you parked your car and entered into the airport, only to realize that finding your boyfriend in this huge crowd was going to be mission impossible. Suddenly, flashing and some girls squeeling caught your attention and you figured that's where you were going to find Josh. And you were right, Tyler was making his way over to Jenna, who came to pick him up and then you saw Josh.

His eyes were searching the crowd, trying to find you, but the flashes from the cameras were blinding him. You tried waving to him, and soon enough, he spotted you and a huge smile formed on his face. Some of the fans noticed you already and wanted to take a picture with you, which always felt strange to you, that they wanted to take pictures with you, when Josh was the one famous in this relationship. But you thought they loved everything about the boys, or it made them feel closer to them if they were nice to you or something. Or maybe even they needed your picture for the burn book, so they could talk dirt on how they should be with Josh and not you. Whatever it was, you couldn't care less, you were happy with your boyfriend and having him by your side was good enought for you.

''I've missed you so much, please, let's just get away from all these people." Josh whispered in your ear and you nodded. He took your hand and intertwined your fingers together as the two of you made your way out of the airport. During the ride home, you asked him how was it on tour and he talked about the shows and fans, but then he put his hand on your thigh and you almost gasped, but managed to hold it in. You grabbed his hand, not even looking at him and intertwined your fingers again, trying to get your mind focuse on the road. But Josh let go of your hand once again and slowly traced his index finger from your face, over your arm and you couldn't help but bite your lower lip. The effect this man has on you, God damn. You moved a little more to your right, so his hand wasn't touching your arm anymore and told him to stop or you were going to crash.

Josh sighed and moved over to sit properly in his seat, and you could move back to your previous position. He looked over at you and laughed slightly, causing you to give him a glare. He commented how he couldn't keep his hands off you and you relpied that he was gonna have to, unless he wants to walk home. Once you arrived, you went straight to the kitchen to make him something to eat. You jumped slightly as you felt strong hands wrap around your waist. Josh moved your hair slightly, exposing your bare neck and began leaving kisses all over it, more because he was glad that you were back in his arms then because he wanted to get you in bed. It felt like he was stalking you, everywhere you went, even just over to another counter to get some salt he was right there, his hands on your hips or upper arms.

''Why are you so clingy Joshua William Dun?" You asked, earning a laugh from him. He said he was just trying to make up for lost time and then it was your turn to laugh, as he once again proved to be the best boyfriend ever. After eating dinner, you two watched a movie and you notice that Josh had fallen asleep, so you figured to get a blanked and cover him. But as soon as you moved his grip around you tightened and he opened his eyes. You took his arm and you two walked up to your shared bedroom and you realized he was only pretending to be asleep, as he pushed you on the wall and crashed his lips onto yours. Your clothes were ending up on the floor one by one, until you were both naked. And let's just say, sparks were flying that night.