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The dull sound of knocking, echoing throughout my hotel room, alerted my longing ears; my heart involuntarily skipping a beat at the sudden presence of sound.
"It's open!" I hollered hastily untangling my legs from beneath the sheets clinging to my skin; tripping over myself in the process which resulted in a disgruntled huff with a thump, resonating throughout the room, following close behind.
"Don't go getting too excited to see me, fitz." Chris teased as I scrambled to my feet while fixing my shirt's disheveled material; dismissively waving my hand towards his efforts to aid in any way.
"Do you want pizza or not? I could easily eat the entire damn thing by myself, Evans." I warned narrowing my gaze towards a set of piercing blue eyes dancing with amusement; scoldingly pointing my index finger towards him while resting my available hand on my hip.
"Trust me, I know." He reminded gesturing his hands in a stopping motion trying to reassure me, with a wide grin inconspicuously tugging at the corners of his lips,
"This pizza isn't gonna eat itself, movie?" I added padding towards the mini kitchen, gesturing my finger towards the tv.
"As long as it's not fucking NCIS." Chris teased dropping his head back as my head whipped around to face him.
"How dare you disrespect a classic!" I jokingly scolded with a look of pure disgust plastered across my face.
"Calm down, calm down, just eat your pizza! Here! Here!" Chris playfully panicked scrambling to snag a piece of pizza, over-dramatically waving it front of my face. As a result, bubbling laughter sloppily erupted from my lips while my nose savored the vibrant aroma.
"You dickhead!" I choked out between laughs as Chris was already overtaken by laughter which bellowed through the hotel room; his adorably scrunched nose and crinkles forming by his eyes painting a picture of pure joy. Which caused me to laugh even harder than before, I was now approaching the wheezing stage of contentment. "Stop, I c-can't breath." I wheezed firmly gripping my cramping torso as Chris stumbled backwards onto the countertop trying to break his fall.
"Are those tears!" He cackled reducing his crumbling structure to the kitchen floor, resting his back against the cabinets while his broad shoulders shakily rose and fell.
"Y-yes." I sniffled wiping the salty droplets from my rosy cheeks with my open palms, trying to refocus my blurred vision.
"So you're a laugh-cryer?" He concluded swallowing hard as the crease resting between his brows softened, trying his best to choke back another hysteric episode.
"You have no idea." I deeply inhaled trying to regulate my breathing. "God, I haven't laughed that hard in a while." I added with a small smirk.
"Me too." He nodded reaching his hand above his head towards the pizza box, my teary eyes catching his head gesturing for me to join him on the floor. "Thank you." He warmly smiled as I nestled myself between the cabinets and Chris's masculine structure. To my surprise, the sudden feeling of his warm skin against mine, vibrated my spine while simultaneously sending a searing sensation to surge through my veins.
Holy shit.
"For what?" I implored swallowing my heart uncomfortably lodged in my throat, sitting up right indian-style.
"For a good laugh." He responded in a sincere tone as his vibrant blue eyes pierced my retina, causing my entire body to become hot to the touch; my heart now violently pounding against my chest.
"First one to the tv picks the movie!" I impulsively blurted out shuffling to my feet, nearly sliding across the hardwood floors, internally scolding myself for whatever the hell that escape tactic was.
"NO NCIS!" He bellowed in protest nearly flying across the floors, catching up to me in a span of seconds; with his mind unconsciously replaying the vivid memories of my contagious laughter, the glimmer in my teary eyes.
"Shit!" I screeched realizing just how close he was, frantically shaking my head in confusion. "Not today Evans!" I shouted propelling myself onto the sofa, firmly clutching the remote in my hands.
"Not so fast, fitz." He argued as my sprawled out structure suddenly felt a ton of bricks nearly crush me.
"YOU DID NOT!" I breathlessly fumed with widened eyes.
"The remote." He sternly requested offering his open palm towards my eye's view, securing his masculine figure comfortably atop my back.
"Never!" I stubbornly quarreled.
"I could sit here all night." He offered with a tone indicating that he would in fact do so, causing me to debate the limited options at hand.
"Fine you asshole." I hesitantly surrendered letting the remote drop to the floor beneath, my lungs begging for the sweet sensation of air to enter back into my body. "You suck." I coughed flipping myself over as the unwavering pressure on my back was finally relieved.
"I have the remote, watch your mouth." Chris reminded pridefully waving the remote in front of my immediately rolling eyes.
"And to think I bought you pizza." I disappointedly scoffed crossing my arms flush against my chest.
"You know you love me." He coaxed gently pushing my legs aside, making himself comfortable on the sofa; his mind not being able to register the spark that occurred when my skin brushed against his own.
"You sure about that?" I teased cocking my brow, momentarily lifting my head to meet his offended stare and dropped jaw.
"Hey, is that a guitar?" He abruptly acknowledged as I propped myself onto my elbows, my eyes wandering towards the fossil of an instrument abiding in the corner.
"Yes...." I hesitantly answered casting him a confused expression.
"Do you play?" He immediately asked as a look of fascination danced in his eyes.
"That's a bit fucking random." I pointed out suppressing a laugh inching up my throat.
"And that isn't an answer." He countered tilting his head as a scoff split my lips.
"Maybe..." I mumbled anxiously biting the bottom of my lip.
"Screw tv, your ass is gonna serenade me." Chris demanded as my breath hitched inside my chest. However, before my eyes could even blink, he stood adjacent to me holding my guitar; his puppy dog eyes, and dramatically batting eyelashes, begging for me to play.
