BWWM | Oneshots & Short Stories

All That Matters

"Justin!" A huge smile graced Sasha's face as she stepped off of the private jet that had flown her to Auckland. It had been exactly twenty days, fifteen hours and thirty-four minutes since she'd last seen her boyfriend.

Due to his career as the number one male solo artist out and hers as a Victoria's Secret Angel, unfortunately they ended up spending a lot of time apart. Especially considering the fact that he was on tour.

With her unconventional body type, she was in high demand as a model. Sasha's hourglass shape was more prominent being that she was at least four inches shorter than the shortest model at Victoria. She went from Instagram to the runway overnight after being photographed with Justin by the paparazzi.

Closing the distance between them, Sasha ran to him and nearly tackled him. Justin let out a chuckle and kissed her forehead. "Babygirl," he easily held her up by her waist and hugged her close. He'd missed everything about her from the way she blushed when he looked at her right down to the smell of her strawberry scented shampoo. "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this moment."

"Me too," Sasha unwrapped her legs from around him and lowered herself back to her own two feet. Looking up at him with a dimpled smile, Sasha reached her hand up and playfully yanked at his gold chain, effectively pulling him down for a real kiss.

She closed her eyes and instantly got lost in the feeling of his lips on hers. She was surprised he was even at the airport considering the field day the press and paparazzi would have with his presence. When he pulled away from their kiss with a not-so-gentle bite to her lips, Sasha's eyes fluttered open dreamily.

"Alright, Alright, that's enough of y'all sucking face. We got places to be and bitches to see." His friend reminded Justin that the crew was waiting for him in the black Tahoe. They'd just left rehearsal for his show the next night and so they tagged along since the airport was on the way back to the hotel.

"Shut up," Sasha elbowed him and turned back to Justin. "Do we have our own truck?"

"Of course," Justin licked his lips and took her hand in his while admiring her choice of clothing. She had on a black knit sweater, with the sexiest pair of jeans on with her Manolo Blahnik shoes that she'd practically thrown a fit for. He spoiled her so much even her mother thought it was ridiculous. But, he wanted her to have any and everything she wanted because she was that for him. She kept him fed when she had time, she listened, even when she had no advice, she kept his clothes clean, his house clean...she kept him sane. She was what he looked forward to everyday. He woke up every morning just to see the world with her.

He didn't know if she knew just how much he loved her because he couldn't quite put it into words, but for a guy who never thought he'd settle down, when he met her, love hit him like a ton of bricks. He'd never felt what he felt for her for anyone, ever.

"You look beautiful," he complimented as they walked hand in hand towards their ride.

Sasha blushed and gave him a shy smile, "Thank you handsome."

When they made it to the truck, Justin opened the back door and helped her in by lifting her up by the waist. He then slid in next to her and closed the door.

"How's the tour going?" Sasha asked as she slid into his lap, she was excited that he'd decided to wear sweats. It was always a turn-on of hers.

"It's going extremely well, better now that you're here." Justin watched her smile, then she used her hand to caress his cheek.

"J, you're the love of my life. We're three years in and every time you look at me, I still feel like how I did the first time."

Justin didn't say anything at first, he just played with the curls in her hair that was pulled up into a ponytail before leaning down and kissing her softly. "Do you know how much I love you?" He asked her and she smiled.