(this nearly has 10k i-
also im sorry i've been so dead on this app like all year but i'm trying to work on stuff i promise. im a bit of a perfectionist whoops
also pls like this it's literally the first thing i've written in like three months)
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{Delicate}
ship: halsren
genre: fluff
trigger warnings: n/a
word count: 1058
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I switched off the tv and threw the remote onto the couch before heading up the stairs to my room.
The three plasters I had on my toe were falling off (again) and I ripped them off furiously, groaning as the pain shot through my toe when it came in contact with the carpet.
I pushed open my bedroom door and flopped onto the bed with a heavy sigh. It hadn't been the best of days but at least it was over.
I pressed my thumb lightly against the home button of my phone and checked my messages for the umpteenth time. She still hadn't replied to me and my recently sent text to her with the word "delivered" still present practically taunted me. I knew she was with her girlfriend right now but that didn't stop me from loving her anyway.
I put my phone onto my nightstand and stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking about her.
Lauren Jauregui was really one of a kind. She had a beautiful smile and dark hair and sometimes, when she was drunk, she liked to pepper kisses across my collarbones and slip her tongue in between my thighs. I'm pretty sure her girlfriend was clueless but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
My phone lit up my nightstand in the dark and I grabbed my phone. I smiled when I saw her name.
She messaged me the name of a bar and told me to go there and meet her in the back.
I continued to smile as I slid a dress on and pushed my favourite boots onto my feet, the wound on my toe long forgotten.
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"Hi."
She looked up and smiled warmly at me "Hey Ash."
I sat down beside her and she wrapped her arms around me tightly.
"Look at you" I murmured, looking her up and down.
Her dark jeans blended in with the leather seats and her dark eyes. She smiled shyly "The jeans are new."
She continued to mumble something but I didn't quite catch her as I was too lost in her eyes and her cheeks and her lips.
I'd kiss her right there if I could but I had to keep my distance for I longed for a woman who belonged to someone else.
After a couple of drinks, I realised that Lauren was quieter than usual. I gently placed my glass on the table and quietly asked her what was wrong.
"I broke up with Camila" she said softly "Turns out she was seeing some guy behind my back. Like I know we were fooling around but they were going on dates and everything. I found this letter she wrote to him saying how much she loved him. She never loved me that much. I didn't wanna hold her back anymore so I let her go. She didn't even cry or apologise or beg for forgiveness Ashley she just fucking nodded and left, saying she'd pick up her stuff another day."
A few tears slipped from her eyes and I wiped them away with my thumb.
Her body leaned into mine and she softly cried into my shoulder. I threaded my fingers through her hair and held her close until the tears ran out.
She grabbed my hand "Come on, let's go"
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Our lips moulded together again and again and Lauren pushed my body deeper into her bed.
She pulled back, breathlessly, and gazed at me with lust in her eyes.
"Do the girls back home touch you like I do?"
I shook my head and she smirked before pressing her lips against my neck.
I bit back a long moan and I pushed my hands up into her hair.
Again and again she pressed her lips against my soft skin and again and again I fell in love with her. I loved her more with every passing second and if Camila didn't want her, I'd have her instead.
I pushed her off me suddenly and she looked surprised as I climbed on top of her, my hands either side of her head and our eyes aligned.
She cupped my cheek fondly and I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, falling into her. She groaned softly as my skin gently slapped against hers and her hands moved to my waist.
"Your kisses" she said as my lips moved to her collarbone "are so delicate. You're so delicate Ashley, fuck I can't stop thinking about you. Y-You're like poison coursing through me, you're...you're taking over me."
I stopped kissing her to sit up and look down at her face. Her gaze was troubled slightly.
"Is...is it cool that I said all that?"
I bit back a smirk as she sat up to level her face with mine.
"Is it chill that you're in my head?" she whispered.
"Isn't it delicate?" I murmured.
"Everything about this is delicate."
"Sometimes" I licked my lips "Sometimes I wonder do you ever dream of me like I dream about you."
A smile played on her lips " And how do you dream about me Ashley?"
"I...I dream about you telling me you want me. I dream about you devouring every inch of my body, every inch of me, devouring it because you love me not because you're lonely. I dream about you and I as lovers and not as strangers filled with hunger for attention, hunger to feel anything rather than feeling nothing at all."
Her lips parted slightly in awe "Well uh...when I dream of you, I just dream about eating you out."
I snorted "I'm sorry, I have a lot of time to think about these things."
"No it's okay. You make love sound so beautiful. I've never had a good experience with love." she mumbled.
"Me neither Lauren. I'm really bad at love."
"Well let's be bad together baby" she smiled at me and I giggled quietly.
"Let's be bad together."
