Synthetic Love (A Motionless In White Fanfic)

Chapter SIX

{Madison's P.O.V.}

What did I just agree to doing?

I was currently in the elevator with Chris. Up to his room. So I can 'nap'. And honestly I'm not at all tired anymore.

The rest of my band and Motionless just decided to go to a club that was closer to their hotel. Most of the boys don't drink, I don't drink but we're still going. Ugh.

"Are you still tired?" Chris asks me when the elevator opens.

I fake a yawn, "Yep."

"Liar." he smirks. I just glare at him. "If you wanted to get into my bed so bad, all you had to do is ask."

I gasp, "Fuck you!"

"Wait until we get to the room at least." he smirks.

"I hate you." I smile.

"Of course you do." he smiles back.

When we get to his door, he pulls out the plastic card, and opens the door. He motions for me to go in first. "Thanks." I mutter.

There was clothes everywhere, they only been here one night, what the hell did he do?

"It's messy." he mutters.

"I see that." I move to sit on the bed that didn't look slept in.

"Are you really going to nap?" he asks.

I nod my head, "Yeah." I look up at him. He was standing at the foot of the bed.

I take off my shoes and sit under the covers, then look up at him, "Are you just going to stand there and watch me sleep?"

He smiles at me then comes and sits beside me. My heart is beating so fast, and my cheeks are getting warm. I look at my hands in my lap. I gotta calm the fuck down, it's not like Chris Motionless is probably fucking me in his head. Oh, wait.

"Maddi," Chris says, "I'm guessing you figured out that I'm pretty fucking attracted to you?"

I nod my head and look up at him, "As am I." I smirk. Where the hell did all this confidence come from?

"And I fully know that you are only 19 and I am 27." he continues.

"It's only 8 years." I mutter. "I mean, there are worst age gaps, like JayZ and Beyoncé." I chuckle.

"I know. I'm not trying to talk me or you out of any of this. Just stating facts." he says.

I nod my head, "Then where are you going with this?" I look at him and smirk.

"I think you know." he smirks back. Then he grabs each side of my face and kisses me.

We start making out, and it feels like we have been for several minutes but in reality it's only been seconds. We're laying in his bed now, size by side, lips in sync and breathing ever so heavily.

"You're so hot, you know that? Your eyes could make me do anything." he says whilst going back to making out with me.

The way he feels against me is driving me over the edge, all I could process in my mind was that he was so hot... for me.

He suddenly pulls me on top of him, I gasp lightly, "are you okay?" he asks, "I'm fine" I answer. I'm basically sitting on his torso and I can't help but hope I'm not squishing the poor guy, but from what I know he's enjoying this just as much as I am. He pulls me closer to him and begins kissing my neck and it feels so nice, a little moan slips through my lips, the word "fuuuck", slips through his as well.

"Please tell me you want to, just as much as I do.", he says panting desperately.

Suddenly I feel so in control, so I simply kiss him once more very passionately, smirking whilst in the process, and get off of him, wrap myself in the blankets around us, turn over and go to sleep. Leaving him wanting more.