You Have No Idea (Josh Groban fan fic)

Chapter 7

We curled up close together on the sofa and I pretended to watch the movie but all I could think about was the delicious man next to me. Less than an inch away from touching but my whole body was aware of him as if we were touching. I was fairly sure even my ginger arm hairs were standing on end to try to reach him.

Josh put our empty ice cream bowls on the coffee table in front of us and stretched his arms up as he sat back. I giggled which made him stop as he was about to put his arm around my shoulder.

"What?" he asked, a little confused.

"You're trying that move?" I laughed. "The old stretch and subtly put an arm around me!"

"I won't be subtle then!" he laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close until I was almost on his lap.

"Much better!" I chuckled.

I took my glasses off and put them on the table before I nuzzled my face into his neck. This felt good. So good that I couldn't help kissing his neck, gently just kissing the cute freckles on his neck then working my way to his jaw where he hadn't shaved in a few days. He made a sound of agreement and pulled me onto his lap to straddle him.

"You are so sexy." He told me between passionate kisses.

His hands were creeping up my back under my tshirt, making my skin tingle with excitement. I ran my hands over his chest and down to pull his tshirt up but he stopped me.

"I'm not sure, I'm hairy and not exactly what they call beach body ready." he cringed.

"Neither am I. All the Christmas chocolate sits here and here." I gestured to my wobbly bits. "But I don't want you to be buff. I want you to be you. And I want you."

I'd never been body confident but a good bra did wonders for my self esteem and I let him lift my tshirt up and over my head with my long hair falling in a curtain around my shoulders as I leant in to kiss him again. His tshirt was soon removed and I sat back to admire the view.

"You're a lumberjack and you're more than ok." I told him.

"Did you just reference Monty Python to compliment me?" he laughed.

I nodded. "Yep, cos funny is sexy."

He smiled and looked deeply into my eyes. "I love you." he sighed.

I almost screamed with happiness. "I love you too!" I beamed.

We shifted positions on the sofa as we continued to kiss and touch each other's bared skin. I opened my eyes for a second to see Sweeney looking very awkward. Poor guy had already seen more than he wanted to.

"We need to go somewhere else. We have an audience." I told Josh as I tried not to laugh.

He laughed and pulled me off the sofa. On the way to his bedroom we both pealed off most of the rest of our clothes.

"How do I get this bra off?" He asked as he closed the door firmly.

"It's new, it's a front closure one!" I told him.

"I just want you naked." he shrugged.

...

"That was something else!" he half sighed and laughed as we laid in a tangle of limbs.

"That was the best." I sighed.

We stayed in our cosy loved up bubble under the duvet as we kissed, told each other things and gazed adoringly. I absentmindedly drew patterns on his skin and ran my fingers through his chest hair.

"I don't normally like this much hair on a man." I noted.

"But I'm not normal." he chuckled.

"Exactly!" I laughed. "And that's why I love you. You're funny and weird but I wouldn't want you any other way."