Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

The Sound

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Millie was the first one who opened her eyes.

It was late morning, and she was napping in their bed, next to him, in that small wood flavored room. The light bathed the parquet, the comfy bed, making the world appear as radiant as a burning star.

Oh, that was such a good day. The best in her life.

As her eyes wandered around the room, her gaze landed on a particular spot of the white sheet, that now was scattered by a bright crimson red — the solid proof that everything that happened had been real.

Feeling her heart fluttering, she seriously couldn't stop smiling and thinking about it. That indecent feeling of her body melting at his touch, the friction, her fingers penetrating his back, the smoothness of his skin, his addicting taste — she could still feel it all over her tongue.

Where did she live until that very moment? Why didn't she experience it before? Most importantly, could she do it again?

Her lips brushed Finn's shoulder; the curly boy was still sleeping next to her, holding her tightly and hiding his face in her chest.
She tried her best to get up, managing to be quiet as possibile, but Wolfhard enforced his hold, burying his fingers on her hip; he was wide awake, and happy as ever.

After opening his dark eyes slowly, he pulled her on the top of him, in order to see her face closely. Their bodies rubbed together, the sheets rustling under their intertwined legs.

"Where are you going?" he muttered softly, while smiling like a fool.

His hands ran through her light brown waves, caressing them with such a soft caress that Millie felt like Heaven above wouldn't have stood a chance if someone compared the two sensations.

"Peeing?" She dumbly answered, giggling soon after.

"Oh. I thought you were running away without me. Y'know, like in the movies." he yawned lazily before giving her a butterfly kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Our life is not a movie, Finn."

"You're right, baby love. It's better. Come here," he said, while cupping her cheeks and slowly kissing her rosy lips.

Millie couldn't help to smile even when she was feeling his lips on hers; she couldn't believe how much she loved him; how much she felt comfortable with him and how she really gave him everything she could give.

She lightly smirked, "How romantic. Who did teach you?"

"Mh, you." he squeezed her bare hips, and Millie just laughed.

"I am such a good teacher. But I really have to go to the bathroom now. May I, Sir?"

"Yeah. But you have to come her as soon as possible, maid. I feel the need to invade your personal space again." he kissed her shoulder, biting it slowly and softly.

"Haven't you invaded it enough?" she asked, maybe with an hint of malice.

"Nope. It is just the start. There are still a thing or two you don't know..." he said, stealing her a small kiss, and letting the hold go.