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The King Of The Earth

Title: The King Of The Earth
Requested? Yes.
Plot: Moving into an apartment with Alex after being together for a while, and you are doing your own version of unpacking.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 1077

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Another box of items later, and your pyramid of boxes was completed. You were always the girl to make chores creative, so a youtube playlist was on shuffle, blasting your favourite songs from your laptop. You took a few steps back, and admired your handywork, feeling proud of yourself. Once you turned to exit the door again and get another box to start pyramid 2.0, you noticed how empty the apartment was, and the artist in you couldn't wait to fill it with colors and contless decorations. You heard a grunt and giggled, noticing a stack of three boxes coming through the door first, followed by your boyfriend. You were moving into an apartment with the newly famous actor Alex Høgh Andersen.

The two of you have been dating for three years now and both of you felt like moving in together was the right choice to move forward. When he noticed you giggling at his struggle, he made a face, mimicking your face, as he made his way over to the rest of the stuff.
"Really Y/N? I'm over there, pulling my back, trying to lift as much as I can, and you are joking around?"
He looked slightly annoyed, but he was used to your mischief, so a small smile found it's way to his face. You apologised, but as you were passing by and out the door you made a remark about how he's playing a character which takes enormous upper body strength, but he whines when he needs to carry more than one box of house items.

The look he gave you let you know about what was coming, as he started chasing you down the stairs, your laughter filling the space.Once you were both safe and on the ground floor, Alex caught up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, as you could almost feel him lowering his head to plant a kiss on your neck. You closed your eyes, expecting the contact, only to have him let go of you and move towards the last couple of boxes like nothing happened. You whined out, dramatically stretching out the 'e' in his name, earning a chuckle from him.
"Look who's whining now."
And before you know it he's back upstairs, leaving the last two boxes to you. this was gonna be fun. The mess you two made when you were painting the walls shall never be mentioned again, because cleaning that up took more than the whole painting job and letting it dry.

"Are you ready for this, Prince Ivar?"
You asked, as you snuck up on your boyfriend and hugged him, your head resting on his shoulder, as you stood there, staring boxes, containing the items you were gonna fll your apartment with. Alex leaned into your touch, replying that he was never more ready for anything in his entire life. You peck his cheek and grab the box from the top of the pyramid. The label said kitchen, so you took it over there and carefully opened it. Plates, spoons, knives, forks, doesn't seem like much, but it sure is heavy. Once that was over you were greated with a lovely sight of Alex acting like a child, because the first box he took was Chrismas decorations. Of course there were so many strings on the floor, and two round ornaments hanging from his ears, a big pink tinsel wrapped around his neck as a scarf. Once he noticed you at the doorway, he proceeded to wrap Christmas lights aroung you, placing a bow on your head.

"Are you just about done here? Christmas is still a few months away."
You tried to sound annoyed, but in your tied up state, you couldn't help but laugh, at how that was your plan all along, to do the same to him. Could be he knows you too well. The two of you continued unpacking, having cleared the Christmas stuff, and the rooms of the apartment looked fuller by the minute. Your bodes swaying to the music, bumping hips every now and then, when you needed to walk past each other to get something.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself."
Alex stated when he grabbed your hand and spun you, dipping you, and you two doing your best impression of a coreographed dance. You nodded, and connected your lips with his, both of you smiling into the kiss. It took a long time, but at the end of the day, you managed to finish unpacking. The sun was no longer out, but the daytime was still slightly visible. Alex walked out to the trreace, shirtless, and yelled.

"I'm the king of the world!"
He exclamed, with his arms in the air. You shook your head, smiling and joined him, two cups of coffee in your hands.
"You are the king of my world."
You say, causing him to turn around and look at you, smiling widely, and you placed the cups on the table, going back inside to grab a few biscuits you made during the time Alex was unpacking his last two boxes. Of couse, he dramatically complemented your cooking, fully exaggerating.
"Just eat the damn biscuit Andersen."
You joked, and the two of you laughed. A nice relaxing coffee later, you two regained part of your strength. Putting the cups and plate in the sink, to wash them, you felt Alex hug you once again, but this time, you knew it was a different kind of hug.
"What do you say we try out the bed now?"
He growled quietly in your ear, causing you to bite your lower lip.

Suddenly, with no warning, he turned you around to face him, attacking your lips with his own, using your shocked state to slide his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands went up to cup your breast, as the other one held you firmly in your place. You moaned into the kiss, your hands trailing up and down his chest, abs and back. As if on cue, you jumped into his arms and he readily caught you, not even breaking the kiss. He carried you to the bed, gently placing you on top of hit, sliding your shirt off you, followed by your shorts. His lips travelled your body, from your lips to your...
An amazing way to end an amazing day.