Safe and Sound (Niall Horan & Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Chapter Twelve: Let Me Touch You.

Maja's POV. (This will contain sexual scenes, they'll be really sweet at the same times though. If you report this after our warning, we will wax your eyebrows off. Got it?)

"I love being home with you." I smile and kiss Niall's lips, we've been going steady for about a week and it is so perfect.

"Mm me too." He grins lazily.

"Maj, can I touch you?" He asks, pointing to my hip. I nod shyly and relax as I feel his warm fingertips dance around in circles on my hip.

"Is this okay?" He asks quietly, his hand moving across to my belly.

I look away shyly, "Yeah." I whisper, he smiles and rubs his fingertips around my belly button.

He smiles, "I like how you don't have a trashy belly ring.''

"Leo has hers, only a little one, looks quite cute.'' I say, he nods.

"Yeah, the dangly ones are yucky."

I smile as he touches my tummy, enjoying the feeling of his hand against my skin.

"Ni, move your hands up.'' I mumble, covering my mouth with my sleeve, I'll be surprised of he even hears me.

"Okay." He breaths, moving his hands up to my ribs, just under my bra.

"Is that okay?'' He whispers, I nod fast; secretly urging him to go further.

His fingers lightly graze over the fabric of my navy lace bra, I breathe out heavier, feeling like I've been holding my breath this whole time.

"Am I taking this too far?" He asks, shifting so he's at a better angle.

"N-no.'' I smile shyly, his fingers rubbing my nipples through my bra.

"Can I touch you under your bra?''

I nod, moving up and taking it off and tossing it aside, his hands cup my bare boobs softly, his touch so delicate.

"This okay?" He asks as the pads of his thumbs rub my erect nipples, I shake my head and pull away.

"Too far?" He says apologetically, I shake my head.

"No, I liked it, I'm just hungry make me food NiNi." I smirk and he looks relieved.

"Thank god!'' He laughs, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen.

He grabs my hips, lifting me up onto the counter, I giggle and kiss him, his lips so sweet against mine.

"I'll make you some pasta." He smiles and rubs my thigh softly, I hold in a moan and smile.

"Thanks Ni.''

I watch as he makes my lunch, moving gracefully around the kitchen and making the food with ease. I want to take the next step with him. Sex.

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"Thank you Ni, you're quite the cook." I smile, he smiles back.

"It's okay." He smiles.

It's now or never. "Make love to me." I say too quickly, I even surprise myself and clamp my hand over my mouth.

"Are you serious?" He asks, peeling my hand from my mouth. I nod.

He moves closer to me and kisses me slowly, his lips so soft but rough and manly at the same time. His hands slip under my shirt, rubbing my ribs slowly. I moan quietly and nudge his hand up. His hands are soft with some rough patches on his left hand, probably from his guitar. I look down at his crotch and watch him harden and he plays with my boobs, I smile and kiss him, keeping a hold on his bicep for reassurance.