Smii7y x OC

Games.

Melinoë's POV

Lost footage and new games were played but not by me. Smii7y sat on his laptop and played some more games. A few far off noises and clear annoyance was heard but I was busy cleaning when a text came onto my phone. An image. I laughed and walked up to see Smii7y. I stayed outside the door as a just in case.

"Smii7y. I have a child, she is apparently in her terrible twos and a sweet baby. Her first and only appearance was in a live stream of another person's video because I edited her out of my video." I was laughing not far off and he had snorted slightly.

"Come in and talk to me. Besides, how did you find that out?" His question was a little tough to hear as his headphones had voices coming through. Clearly, he was on with the boys. I had also been invited but I decided to turn them down.

"No, you are on a video call with the boys but I found out because-" I was about to spit it out when the door opened and he stood at the frame. Tapping his foot. I was always a stubborn girl but when he lifted me and also placed me on his lap in the chair I could do nothing. He was stronger than me and we both knew that.

"Smii7y," I moaned and also complained at the same time. My hands trying to break free of the tight hold he had on me. My bare thighs hit a bit of his knees and I felt a little bit out of my comfort zone.

"That sounds like you guys are finishing and Smit just made some joke that was not at all appropriate." John laughed through the loudspeakers. I realised that no amount of me fighting would help me breakthrough and so I buried my head into his neck and could smell his cologne again. It was a nice one.

"Oh, come on." Smii7y had lifted the laptop onto his lap or rather my lap as I was on top and they could all see me. I kept my face at an angle that prevented me from seeing them and them from seeing me.

My legs were over his but mine went over the armrests and I had to lean the left of my body into Smii7y's. My right arm had at one point lifted to his neck on the other side and the other one sat firmly across my lap. Holding onto my right hip, almost.

When I woke up again I still had my face buried in Smii7y's neck but I was straddling him with my arms wrapped around his shoulders. My face was on the right side and my knees tucked into the cushions behind his back. My chest pressed right up against him and our chests moved in sync with each other. His chest rising as mine fell.

A light snore escaped Smii7y and I realised that he had fallen asleep. The sofa had kept the pair of us comfortable but I also knew that Smii7y had not only moved me but also moved me down the steps. I knew that he was able to carry me without physically being too strained or at least he could pretend not to be too strained. When I had to shift slightly he had suddenly woken up but I also realised that his top had shifted up and my legs were pressed up against his skin. It was going to be an awkward thing when we were both aware of the other being awake. Well, when he realised I was awake, I knew about him.

Smii7y's hands were beneath my bottom, obviously, from where he had carried me but I was a few inches higher and that height led me to be able to keep my head in the crook of his neck. His right hand moved up and then down as he stroked my back. He was the sweetest man I had ever met and the bestest friend I could have ever asked for in my whole life.

I suddenly pulled my head back and gave a smile. His right hand dropped back to be in place with the other one but I got up and let my body sway slightly as I got back onto my feet. I looked to my left and saw what the time was. We had skipped lunch and almost met dinner time.

"Do you fancy going out for a drink and then I will have something ordered here?" He gave a nod and we headed out. Late July as the sun was still blaring. I held my head high as we walked to the car. His shoes had to be laced and we walked together.

"I need some more shoes," I commented as my eyes stuck to my sandals that may as well have been glued to my feet as they had been the only thing I wore on my feet for a few weeks. They were pretty but plain and I wanted something else, something different.

"There is a shoe shop near the pub. Do you mind if we pop in there first?" Smii7y looked at me and agreed but was clearly holding back a laugh as his smile grew and then returned back like nothing had happened.

"What is it?" I asked and also whined as he seemed to be refusing to say anything to me about it. When he had managed to think it through he finally replied to me.

"When you were asleep and I was still on with the boys you said 'oh darling' and John pointed out how posh you were. I hadn't been stupid and did know you were always a little posh but that was when it clicked and when you talk about popping into some shop it sounds awfully posh. You know that? Surely." I sat and thought about what he had said and also his attempt at a British accent with the word 'awfully' and I agreed to his words.

"Fine. I sound posh but only to you and the boys because you all have accents that are incredibly common." He made an 'O' shape and I mentally facepalmed. I had just gone and proven his point but clearly, it was far too late for me to take it back. "Shut up. You shave your legs." He looked down and looked at his legs. His hands in a shovel point as he tried to reason. It was as clear as day that he didn't shave his legs but I baffled him when I mentioned it and he looked cute.