A/N: this is for ButtercreamPrincess . I hope you enjoy.
I also just wanted to say thank you for 100 votes. It would mean a lot to me, if you continued voting and even commented on my stories.
"Is that my shirt that you're wearing?"
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One of the perks of sharing an apartment with Pascal was that when he was gone, you could steal his shirts, so you could wear them yourself. Pascal and you were just friends, and you figured he would find it a bit weird for you to wear his clothes, so you didn't tell him. You liked his clothes, because they smelled so good, and they reminded you of him when he was gone. You secretly really liked him, but you were afraid of telling him.
Pascal was currently away for a race in China and he had told you he wouldn't be home until the tuesday after the race weekend. Therefore you had the house for yourself a little longer than originally thought. It was monday evening and you were sitting in the couch in the living room with, of course, one of Pascal's shirts on. When you were sitting there caught up in one of your favourite shows, you heard the front door unlocking and opening. You got up and were shocked to see Pascal standing in the entrance. He shouldn't be home for another few days but there he was standing in front of you in the living room. When he looked at you, his eyes immediately went to the clothes you were wearing. A smile crept onto his lips, when he saw you standing there in his shirt. It was way too big on you and long enough to cover your bum, som you weren't wearing any pants.
"Is that my shirt, that you're wearing?" he spoke as he raised one of his eyebrows and tilted his head. You could instantly feel your cheeks heating up and the rosy colour appearing on them. Your eyes were fixated on the floor, as you knew you wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes at the moment. He took a few steps towards you before grabbing your jaw to make you look up at him. When your eyes finally met his you could see that his cheeks were red. It was now his time to be shy and his eyes fell to your feet before meeting your eyes again.
"You look adorable, wearing my shirt like that," he said with a sly smile on his face. You were slightly confused of what he had just said, but he soon opened his mouth to speak again. "Actually... you look good wearing anything." You could tell he was a bit hesitant about his words, as he didn't know how you were going to react. You were surprised by his words, but pleasantly, as it seemed he might like you, the way you liked him.
His hand was still under your chin and you moved your hand to his chest as he was standing closer to you than ever. He looked into your beautiful E/C eyes and his dark brown ones seemed to darken by the second. His eyes quickly flickered to your lips before meeting your eyes again. His tongue glided over his lips and his eyes turned even darker. No words came from either of your mouths, but it was like you could read each other's minds. You both took a step closer to each other, and your chests were now touching. You could feel his breath on your face and his hand went to your cheek, pulling away a stray hair before cupping it with his warm hand.
He finally closed the gap between you by placing his lips on your. His lips were soft and delicate, yet you could still feel a bit of his dominance in the way he kissed you. Your hand went up his muscular chest and to the nape of his neck to place your fingers in his hair. His other hand grabbed you by the waist and the kiss quickly got hotter. You opened your mouth to get a bit of air, but he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues were dancing with each other, swirling around. When you finally broke away from the kiss he leaned his forehead on yours and looked you deep into your eyes. His eyes were much darker than usual, almost black like the night sky outside.
"I hope to see you wearing my clothes more often if it results in getting a kiss like that," he said before a chuckle escaped his lips.
"Well, I might start wearing your clothes more often then," you answered with a big smile on face. He hugged you, before lifting you up in his strong arms to take you back to the couch, where you had spent the entire day already. You were snuggled up in each other on the couch, and before you knew, his hands started creeping under your shirt.
