Some Unspoken Thing

January

The music is pounding against your temple, head foggy and hazy with your fifth glass of champagne. Your body sways carefully along with the beat, trying not to stumble over in your heels. Your dress flows as you move, the hands on your hips keeping you close.

Slowly, you turn around to face your dance partner as the countdown begins and music cuts off. You smile up at his face, rosy cheeks and messy curls falling into his eyes while he gives you a shit eating grin right back.

"Gonna kiss me?" You tease. It's not like you hadn't done it before, you two had kissed plenty of times, over many drunken nights and even some vulnerable moments. But New Years kisses were supposed to be special, right? Who you kiss is who you spend the year with, or something like that.

He shrugs, and you think he's going to say no, but when the countdown gets to one his arms go from your waist to your face, cupping your cheeks and pulling you up to meet his lips. The kiss is soft, gentle, and you return it with as much feeling as he's giving you. You expect to part after a few seconds and laugh it off, but when Shawn's hands wind themselves into your hair at the base of your neck, you find your body pressed against his in the crowd, a small moan leaving your lips.

You feel him vibrate against you, groaning almost, and he's pulling your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth nipping at it gently. When he pulls away, his eyes are glazed over and he's staring at you with an expression you've never seen him wear before.

It's a blur after that - the rushed goodbyes to your friends, Shawn pulling you to his Jeep, the drive to his place.

You're standing in his room, making out like you've done it a thousand times before, like you've both learned the others' bodies to memorization, and the tingling feeling on your skin is the only thing that reminds you otherwise. Shawn's hands slip over the swell of your ass and you part, breathy moans escaping your lips.

"Look at you, rockstar." You tease him. "You've just released an album, about to go on a world tour, how do you do it?"

He chuckles. "I have a beautiful girl waiting on me back home. Gotta make money so I can take her out to get french fries."

You giggle while he unclasps your bra, palming your breasts in his large hands. "She's a lucky girl." You hear yourself say, and Shawn looks at you fondly.

"You sure are." He says, words coming out crystal clear. The expression in his face is unreadable, and you kiss him deeply, your hands going to his pants and his hands coming around to palm your ass.

He backs you up against the wall, fingers hooking through the straps of your dress and pulling down. You laugh at the way his eyes widen when he realizes you're not wearing any underwear.

"You were like this all day? All night?"

You shrug. "Drunk me does not have the patience for underwear."

Shawn smirks. "Good, neither do I."

His hands go to your hips, spinning you around to face the wall and pulling your ass out towards him. You wait with bated breath until you feel the head of his cock part your folds and push in, the stretch making you hiss out, but the pleasure of being filled arching your body into his own. His hips move steady and sure, fingers tangling with yours and pinning your hands to the wall in front of you. Thank god you decided to wear heels tonight, because the height of both of your bodies is perfect enough that when Shawn flexes his hips up he hits you right where you need it, making you keen out and clench around him.

"I've waited so long for this." He whispers into you ear. "I've waited so long for you."

His lips are on your neck, his hands slipping from yours. "Be a good girl for me and keep your hands on the wall," he murmurs. Shawn's hands slip to your waist, fingers tightening while he fucks into you slow and deep. You get lost in the feeling of it all, allowing yourself to slip into the beautiful sensation of your bodies moving together.