Shawn Mendes Imagines/Blurbs/Oneshots

The Galaxies In His Eyes | Shawn Mendes

Summary: A lazy morning with Shawn with first time confessions. [fluff] [non au]

Word Count: 544

You wake up to a tickling sensation on your back. Shawn lays beside you, eyes half closed as his hand glides up and down your bare skin, short nails scratching gently at your sleep warmed body. He's exploring, touching you the way a long time lover would. Shawn was always this way, levels deeper affectionate then absolutely necessary, but with you it had always been different. Lingering touches, gentle scratches of the scalp or back, hands resting on your legs and arms. It was only a matter of time before the two of you ended up in bed together.

Shawn's honeyed eyes open as you stir beneath his fingertips. The sun from the hotel window catches his eyes in a way that makes them look like golden green and brown galaxies. Worlds you had yet to explore lived within his gaze. He's beautiful, incredible, everything you ever wanted. The corners of his mouth turn up in a sleepy smile, those perfect teeth revealing themselves slightly. He is truly, completely, ethereal.

"Good morning," he says, tilting his head up just slightly to bump your noses together.

"Morning."

He settles his hand on your lower back, skin hot on yours. He rubs his thumb back and forth across the dip of your spine and it sends a little wave of warmth around to your stomach. "How do you feel?"

"Good." You shift your legs and to be truthful they ache.

Shawn's arm that's under his head, comes down and he strokes your hair back out of your face. "You're so beautiful. I don't know if I've ever told you that before, but you are."

"I think you have. Last week if I recall."

"When you wore my tour shirt. I remember now."

You giggle and reach over to touch his nose, stroking down from the bridge to tip. He pulls back a bit and you rest your hand on the pillow. "Did that bother you?"

"No, just tickled." He pulls you close, hand wrapped around your side as he drags you across the few inches of space separating the two of you. "What do you want to do today?"

"Can we stay in?"

Shawn kisses your forehead, your nose, and over your eye. He smiles big, and rests his head against yours. "I'd love to stay in."

You run your hand up over his shoulder and into his hair. You scratch gently over his scalp and his eyes fall closed. He smiles and relaxes against you, chest to chest, heart beating in time with yours.

"Your hair is a mess."

"It does that when it's wet and I let it dry with no product."

"It's beautiful." You wrap a particularly spiraled curl around your pinky finger. "You're stunning."

"Not as stunning as you."

The two of you lay there a while, his hand going up and down your back while you play with his curls and massage his head. His breathing get shallow and you think he's definitely out cold again.

"I love you," you whisper when you think he's fully fallen asleep. It's true. You've been in love with him since you first met him a year ago. He was easy to love.

He smiles, stirring in his sleep and he leans forward, kissing you softly, lips barely pressed against yours. "I love you too."

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