ONE SHOTS

i feel it coming pt. 2 { the weeknd }

the weeknd
part 2

Abel's apartment was divine. It wasn't luxurious at all, it was very minimalistic but it had that comfortable feel. When I sat down on the white leather couch it almost felt like home. He walked over to the kitchen counter, still holding my hand; he gently let it go and looked at me.

"Would you like a drink?" He grinned. I have to admit, his game was pretty smooth, but I could've sworn he was being a little shy right then and there. It was so cute!

"Do you have any juice?" I sourly smiled.

"I do. Orange or strawberry?" He was looking through various drinks stored on the fridge door.

"Oh, strawberry for sure. Thank you." I said. He poured us both a glass and handed it to me. We took a seat down on the couch.
"Oh my god, the last time I had this was in middle school." I chuckled.

"With some whipped cream, right?" He grinned.

"Mhm, perfect treat." I mumbled, taking a sip.

"So, Bianca... tell me about yourself, what do you do?" He asked, looking at my face. I was pleasantly surprised that he was making conversation; I've never had a one night stand before, so going home with a random guy like this was totally new to me. I mean we obviously have a connection but I still only knew his name.

"Well, I've been working at my uncle's bookstore for almost a year now; but really I'm a writer." I answered his question.

"Really? What kind of things do you write?" He asked, genuinely interested. I don't think those club girls he's used to read much.

"Fiction mostly but I'm flexible. As long as I'm inspired it doesn't really matter."

"That's a great thing. I feel the same way with painting. Creating something is a beautiful process, especially when you're inspired." He said. I was looking at his lips move, thinking to myself where have guys like him been all my life.

"You're an artist?" I asked.

"Yes, painting mostly; sometimes I sketch as well. Random, all kinds of things." He replied.

"What's your favorite thing to portray?" I liked watching him talk, he was mesmerizing as well, not hard on the eyes at all.

"Nature, people... Most I've done since I started." He took a sip of juice from his glass. "I have some pieces in the back, if you'd like to see. I can show you."

I nodded, grinning. "I would love to."

He set his glass on the table and lifted himself up. "Come with me."

I finished my juice, leaving my glass next to his and followed him. He has a smaller room he uses as a studio; it's stocked with different types of paint and so many brushes and pencils you can't imagine.

"I did this when I was in Miami." He showed me one of his pieces. There were so many shades of blue in the sea, then the sand and orangy pink sunset. It was a beautiful painting, one I'd love to hang on my living room wall.

"This is amazing, I like your style." I said to him.
I felt his eyes on me; he was standing close, looking at me, undressing me in his mind. I almost knew what he was thinking; I could sense it in him.
He made a step closer, heat radiating from him, I felt it on my back. I was leaning on the edge of the desk, his fingertips slowly brushing from my shoulder down my arm.
I shivered when he touched me, like it was the very first time.
Quietly I gasped when he turned me around, slid the pile of papers to the other side of the table and then slowly lifted me up on the table.
He spread my legs and put himself in between, his eyes studying every detail of my face. Surprisingly, it didn't make me feel uncomfortable; it just made me want him more.
Our eyes met and it didn't take us long to press our lips together as well. His hands were sliding up and down my thighs, my arms wrapping around him a second later. We were only making out and I already felt that same heat from when we met. It was building up in my stomach, traveling to my head. I wanted him so bad.

He pulled away and gently slid over my lower lip with his thumb, it was so hot.
"Do you want to see the rest of the apartment?" He almost whispered.
I nodded and took his hand after getting off the desk.
He led me straight to the bedroom and that was exactly what I wanted. His bed was very soft, the sheets were white and made of silk. It was like heaven on earth when he took my dressy shirt off and laid me down on the soft duvet. I was watching him undress slowly; I like how he took his time, he wasn't rushing. Most guys usually do.
He slid off his jacket and dropped it to the floor, doing the same with his shirt. He was standing in front of me, shirtless, slowly undoing his jeans. He bare his all to me and slowly crawled on top of me.
I pressed my lips on his and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. When I felt him, slowly entering me, I quietly gasped and continued kissing him.
There weren't many words exchanged except the occasional like that I moaned out. Other than that it was just sexy sounds we were producing.
Before he climaxed, he tensed up, I felt it, his face expression changed and right before riding out his high, he kissed me slowly.
He quickly pulled out and just seconds later he was cleaning it off my stomach with a tissue.

I chuckled. "Thank you for cleaning up your masterpiece."

He smiled back at me, throwing the tissue in the trashcan next to the night stand; then he returned to his side of the bed. He kept looking at me.

"What's on your mind?" I asked him.

He shook his head and grinned. "Something nice."

"Care to share?" I playfully pinched his cheek.

"What if I don't want to? I mean..." He started caressing my face. "You."

He took me by surprise, if I'm being completely honest. I liked him instantly as well but I'm pretty sure 95% of one night stands don't end like this.

"What do you mean?" I raised my eyebrow, unable to hide the smile.

"I mean I want you to stay." He was still a little shy. "I like you a lot and I was thinking maybe I could take you out?"

I smiled widely, scooting closer until I was in his embrace. "Of course you can." I looked at him. "I would love to stay."

He only smiled back, content just as much as me. The more I kept looking in his eyes more of him I saw and felt. It's such a strange feeling; like you know the person but all your memories together have been erased. You don't know them but you have the feeling that you do; more than you think.

So I stayed right there with him, my starboy.