Puppy Love

Part 13

A strong, tattooed arm had you held in a death-grip as the sunlight warmed your skin and crisp morning air flowed into your bedroom. Shawn's soft snores filled your ears as you let out a sigh of relief, thankful to have him back and all to yourself.

He'd made you a pretty gross omelette for dinner and then pulled you up the stairs after you insisted he stayed over. Nothing even happened, mainly because your previous uncontrollable sobbing had consumed all the energy you had left. He held you against his chest and peppered kisses over your shoulder before falling asleep, but not before telling you he loved you one more time.

"Mmm, morning," he groaned, a smile evident in his voice. His heavy body shifted against you, pulling you even more tightly and re-tangling your legs.

"Morning, baby," you smiled as he loosened his arms and allowed you to twist in his grasp. His lips attached themselves to your forehead as you nuzzled up to his neck, the heat radiating off his chest warming your cold frame.

He pulled away and faced the ceiling, pulling you to lay on top of him. Your head rested where his bare shoulder met his chest as a lazy grin graced his lips and his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"Happy to have you back, baby. So, so happy," he smiled as he rubbed his eyes. "Are you, are you uh, you're happy?" he asked, face suddenly serious as he looked down and met your tired gaze.

"Shawn, are you kidding me?" you smiled, "I'm over the fucking moon."

"Thank God," he grinned again, peeling the covers back. "I'm just gonna brush my teeth, I'll be right back," he spoke softly, crawling out of bed. You followed, positive he would need a toothbrush.

"Here," you said, passing him a brand-new manual toothbrush from one of the drawers in your washroom.

"Thank you," he smiled, carefully putting a glob of toothpaste on the bristles and shoving it in his mouth. "Why do you have these?" he mumbled, mouth leaking with white foam.

"For people like you," you giggled and bumped your hip against his, meeting his gaze in the mirror as you brushed your teeth too.

"Won't have to be worrying about that any longer, though, babe," he smirked as you shot him a questioning look. "You have a boyfriend now."

Your heart stopped for a second, unsure if you'd heard him correctly. Yeah, you'd gone on a few dates and were a thing, but nothing was official.

"Do I?" you smiled, quickly running the bristles over your tongue before rinsing your mouth out. Shawn followed suit and splashed cold water on his face, abs contracting as the cool temperature shocked his warm skin. His black boxer briefs didn't leave much to the imagination and you already felt a familiar ache between your thighs.

"Do you want to? Have a boyfriend?" he asked, reaching for your hands and walking you back into your bedroom.

"I mean, yeah," you breathed, a tiny grin creeping up your cheeks. "I just, I wasn't sure if we were there yet? I dunno what it would be like," you trailed off, releasing an involuntary squeal as he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed, immediately crawling on top of you. "Shawn! What're you doing?" you giggled, struggling to breathe as his lips touched every bit of your face.

He responded between kisses, his sentence broken up by the sound of his mouth smooching your cheeks, "I'm, showing, you, what, it would, be like, to, have, me as, your, boyfriend," he managed to speak over your laughter.

"Okay, okay!" you smiled, grabbing his face in your hands and pushing it back a few inches. His honey eyes met yours and his lips formed a small upward curve as he looked at you with extreme fondness and awe. He pushed his cheek into your hand and turned his face, pressing a soft kiss to your palm.