Essays.
The worst part about being a student at uni.You enjoy the content,it's just the writing that takes forever.You would've done it by now if it wasn't for a big distraction...Him.
Freddie's house
Books cover the room, piled up on the desk,hiding the Mac book.
The bed surrounded by an ocean of books, spontaneously spread throughout the room. Your led on the end of the bed your head resting on your hand as you try to write notes and plan your essay. Freddie is at the head of his bed on his laptop,writing out and organising his work.
Suddenly faint,wet, pitter-patters go up your back like rain,the wind trailing warm air along and up your back. You look up from your books and purr,this is nice. The rain starts to get closer to your neck,the wind becoming softer and centred on the small of your back.
Its Freddie.
His kisses reach your neck,his hands caress your thigh as he pulls you in closer.You groan as his kisses become more rough.
"Freddie..."
He doesn't stop,he brings his kisses up to your cheek,tapping his nose against your face,trying to get you to join in.
"Ive read the same word five times!" He smiles micheviously.
"Come on,I need to get this done" you push him away with your shoulder. You laugh as he almost falls off the bed.
"Your the one distracting me....." He says smirking. You get back to your work biting your lip, trying to stop yourself from submission. Freddie watches you then grabs a book from the floor and jumps on the bed, mirroring your movements. He nudges you slightly,making the pen jolt,ruining your work. You nudge him back.
He nudges you again,harder this time. He uses the book to hide his smile.
You put the pen down loudly and turn to look at him irritated.You need to get this done but it's so hard to resist, making you dislike him even more.
Freddie looks at you smiling cheekily,
"what...I'm reading" he looks back at his book and continues to read. You outline his side profile while tracing his spine with your finger. He slams the book shut and turns his body to face yours,your eyes aiding your hand as it traces his abs. His eyes concentrated on yours,he pulls you in closer with his hand on the small of your back,drawing circles around the mole you have there. He leans in,you can feel his breath on your face,the scent of desire,he kisses your cheek as you play with the strings of his trackies (sweatpants) Your face turns to him,captivated once again by his big eyes,the blue pigment relaxing you while the green yearns for your kiss. Your noses touch as you pull him in by the elastic on his pants.He exhales loudly as you pull him closer. Your breathing becoming more rapid as he taps his nose on yours waiting for you to greet his lips.
You can't resist.
You caress his lips,intertwining your legs with his. His hand now supporting your head as he moves on top of you ,his kisses become rougher,the rain starts again,
Pitter patter ,
Pitter patter ,
Up and down your neck,
Pitter patter ,
Pitter patter ,
Wetting your stomach,
He moves back up, toward your face and your hand slides down to his top,you pull it upwards to reveal his strong core. You pull it off and watch his muscles work as he pulls up your top slowly,he then throws it onto the neglected books in the corner. He smiles in delight.
You grab his neck, forcing him back onto you.The rain gets heavier as does your breathing,causing you to exhale loudly.Your hand in-between his brown,curly hair,pushing it onto you,each lock prickling you with pleasure.The rain continues,covering every inch of your body in water.His bare skin,cold to the touch,warms the room. A lighning bolt passes through you as he continues to conquer your body.
This revision is going well
The rain dies down,
You both stop to catch your breath,your mind retracing the instantaneous memory,as you gaze into each others eyes. He kisses you once more gently and drops down onto the bed getting his breath back.
You stare at the ceiling as it paints a portrait of the moment you just shared.
You look to him,smile and say:
"I love you"
He smiles back and replies
"I love you more"
You laugh at the reference and shake your head as you breathe out,kissing him once more.
"I still haven't finished that essay..."
"You have tomorrow"
He laughs,he knows it's his fault and he accepts it,happily.
He got what he wanted.
He got you.~Fin~
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