"Shawn?" You call out as you step into your apartment. You hear faint strumming and you follow the sound of his voice.
"It's not a silly little moment,"
You walk further down the hall.
"It's not storm before the calm
This is the deep and dyin' breath of
This love we've been working on..."
You walk into the living room to find your boyfriend sitting on the couch, guitar on his lap. You smile as you lean against the doorframe and listen.
"Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms..."
You walk up to him and he looks up at you when you finish the verse,
"Nobody's gonna come and save you
We've pulled too many false alarms."
He smiles when he hears your beautiful voice.
Shawn thinks you have an amazing voice, but you always wave him off when he tells you that. You're very subconscious about your singing, that's why you never sing for anyone. - Except Shawn. He's the only person you're comfortable enough doing it with.
He continues to pluck on his guitar as he looks at you.
"You know this one?"
"Of course," You grin at him. "I'm dating you, it'd be a shame if I didn't know this one." He gives you a half-smile and momentarily, his eyes glances down at your lips. Your cheeks warm and you lean in slowly. Just as you're about to close in, you withdraw and smile at him teasingly. Shawn pouts.
"Play that again," You say. He nods as he starts plucking again. You try to concentrate on Shawn's faint strumming instead of his intense gaze.
"I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw."
You sit down in front of the couch on the carpet and lean your head back on the cushion. You close your eyes.
"How dare you say it's nothing to me,
Baby you're the only light I ever saw."
You turn your head to him and see his face scrunched up in concentration as he gets to the chorus.
"We're going down,
And you can see it too
We're going down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear we're slow dancing in a burning room..."
"Beautiful," You whisper and watch the way his fingers work on the strings. The sight makes you bite your lip. Shawn puts his guitar down and grabs your arm. You follow his lead and stand up from the floor, as he gets you to sit on his lap. With your legs on each side of his hips, you look up to see his lazy grin. He pulls your chest closer to his and rests his head in the crook of your neck. Your body instantly relaxes in his hold. You play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Tired, baby?" You ask him and kiss his temple softly. He only hums a response. You chuckle and softly pull away from him. As you take a quick glance at the clock, you realize it's already eleven-thirty pm. You stand up despite Shawn's whining and offer him your hand,
"Come on," You say. "Let's go to bed."
He only nods and lets you help him out of the couch, up the stairs, and into bed.
"Why do you always do this?" You ask as Shawn crashes face first on the bed. You remove your pants and take off your bra from under your shirt. "I always have to drag you up here. Why don't you just go to bed when you're tired?"
"I don't know," Shawn mumbles into the pillow. You crawl over to straddle his back and start to gently massage his shoulders. You work your way down his back. "I get into some kind of trans when I..." You knead his shoulder blades and he lets out a groan in approval.
"...play."
Shawn pushes you off him gently so he can turn around to lay on his back. He then moves you back on top of him and rests his head back against the bed frame as he looks at you. His hands caresses the back of your thighs gently and you support your hands on his chest when you look back down at him. His eyes flutter shut and you move your hand to cup his chin.
You feel his lazy touches up your thigh, down to your bum and up to your waist. You don't think he even notices his innocent touches.
"Tell me something," He mumbles as his hands travel under your shirt.
"Like what?" You smile down at him. You feel his warm hands going up and down your back.
"What did you do today?" He then asks, still with his eyes closed. You bite back your smile. He's adorable.
"Hm, okay. Let's see." You think as your hands go down his neck to his chest again. "First, I went for a run. Then I met daddy for lunch...--"
"You can call your dad daddy, but not me?" He says with a pout. Your eyes widen as your cheeks turn crimson.
"Shawn!" You swat at his chest and he laughs. He looks adorable right now, smiling with his eyes closed. You feel his hands at your sides as they travel further up your shirt.
"I bet you're blushing right now," He teases. It only causes more heat to flood your cheeks.
"You're very blunt when you're tired." You adress. His fingers brushes against your breasts and you sigh as he takes them in his hands. His thumbs flicker over your nipples casually and you arch into his touch. Shawn lays under you lazily as his hands go from your breasts to your back again.
"Your skin is so soft," Shawn murmurs and you smile down at him. Ignoring the burning on your skin his touch left you with, you tell him,
"Go to sleep."
"You sure?" He asks as his hands slide down your back to the front of your panties. You gasp when he presses his thumb on that familiar bundle of nerves and you unconsciously press yourself down against his hand.
"Uh-huh." You breathe. "Shawn, you're tired... You should just...--"
"Go to sleep?" He flickers his thumb slowly against you and you squirm over him. "And leave you like this?" You pant as his hand dips into your underwear.
"It does sound tempting..." He murmurs as he cups your sex. You moan and buckle your hips to grant him better access.
"Shawn..." He teases your entrance with his index finger and you wiggle to get closer. He opens his eyes and you watch as they grow darker.
"Yes?"
"Don't go to sleep." He flips you over and smirks,
"Wasn't planning to."
