Fated

I Really Want To Accept Him

The past few days have been good with him. We have gotten to know each other more. Lots of long talks during late nights. Sometimes he has to go do pack stuff, so during those times  I either nap or watch tv. Just trying to keep busy since all I can ever think about is him. Every moment of every day my thoughts are completely and utterly consumed by him. 

And god dammit it drives me insane. I know it shouldn't but it does. It's so hard staying mad at him it really is. He has really changed over these past few days and it's great. He's accepting of me and our bond. I'm feeling much better now. But Greyson is making me take it easy so I'm still taking it slow. 

I'm relaxing on the couch now. Watching How to Get Away With Murder. My newest show I'm watching. Greyson should be getting home any minute now. I suddenly become aware of my appearance. I quickly get up off the couch and head up to our room, going straight into the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror and I grimace at my reflection. My hair is a mess, my shit is stained and gross. I quickly strip out of the clothes and run a hair brush through my hair, trying to tame the mess that is is. Getting no where with my hair I groan and throw it up in a bun, walking out of the bathroom. I head into the closet, going to my side and looking over the clothes. I grab a pair of black spandex shorts throwing them on. Turning I see all of the sweatshirts hanging on Greysons side. I'm sure he won't mind if I wear one.

I grab a sweatshirt and toss it on. Inhaling his smell. Instantly relaxed and missing him just a little bit less. Now that I look a little more decent now. Not as gross anyway. I head back down the stairs, and back into the living room. Laying back down on the couch, getting comfy again.

Not too long after I hear the door open. Looking behind me I see that Greyson has come home. I readjust my position on the couch, lifting the sweatshirt up and popping my ass out. Making sure he can see it. 

I hear his footsteps coming closer to me. They stop right behind me. I can feel his gaze on me. Innocently, I look up at him and give him a smile.

"How was your day?" I ask. I notice his gaze switching from my ass to my body in his sweatshirt.

"It was good. Busy but good." He comes around the couch and sits down at the end of the couch, lifting up my legs and laying them on his lap.

"How was your day?" He asks, running his hands up and down my legs. My eyes close at the feelings of his bare flesh touching mine. Internally purring at the sensation. My inner thoughts begging for his hands to travel up further. 

"It was good. Boring, but it was good. It would have been better if I had some company other than Netflix." He gives me leg a small squeeze.

"I'm sorry, I wish that I could be here for you." He pauses for a moment, internally contemplating. 

"You know what, I think that I'll take a few days off, spend some time with you." He says. 

My mood instantly brightens at his words. I nod my head eagerly before getting up from my position and lunging at him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I say, my words muffled in the crook of his neck.

"Of course." He says rubbing my back.

I lean back, sitting on his lap and looking at him in the eyes. We stare at each other for a moment. Neither of us moving. Not wanting to ruin the moment. 

I want more.

I slowly begin to lean in towards him, inch by inch. His eyes instantly darken when he realizes my intent. He starts to lean in towards me.

We stop in the middle, centimeters apart. I can feel his breath on me. Warm, and smelling of mint. He waits a second before grabbing the back of my head and slamming our lips together. 

It was pure bliss. All these months together, I have been waiting for this moment. A true kiss. Neither of us drunk, both of us sober, fully aware of what is happening. 

We begin to both move, our lips crashing together. His tongue slips inside my mouth, exploring every inch. I moan at the feeling. Pure bliss. 

His hands travel down my body, hugging the curves of my hips until his hands land on my ass. Squeezing tightly and sending a harsh slap. I gasp at the contact, he plunges his tongue deeper into my throat.  I moan into his mouth. Feeling his member growing underneath me. 

His arms wrap around my torso and he lays me down on the couch, laying on top of me. His hands roaming up my body and cupping my breasts. He squeezes them hard, forcing another deep moan from me. I snake my arm down him, grazing his defined muscles. Reaching the bulge in his pants, I palm his length through his pants. He groans into my mouth at the feeling. 

His mouth instantly drops to my neck, attacking it with wet, open mouth kisses. I shiver at it. He begins sucking. He bites down lightly on my skin and pulls, ripping a gasp from me. He returns to sucking my neck in different spots, surely leaving marks. He slowly makes his way back up to my mouth, meeting out lips back together.

He lightens the kiss, removing his hands from my boobs, putting them back on my waist. He finally pulls away from me, both of us panting. His lips are swollen and red.

"We um... should probably stop." He grumbles out. He gets off of me, sitting back on the couch. I sit up, adjusting myself in the process. He runs his fingers through his hair.

"Um ya." I say.

An awkward silence comes between us. Neither of us sure what to say in this moment. The sexual tension is so thick, I can feeling it weighing down on me.

"So do you want some food?" He asks breaking the silence.

"Sure"

"Chinese?" He asks. I smile at him and nod. He gets up from the couch and pulls his phone out walking to the kitchen.

After a few minutes he comes back out.

"Should be about a half hour." He says sitting back down on the couch, keeping his distance from me, sitting at the far end.

"Well we can watch tv until it comes. But can you come over here? I wanna cuddle." I tell him. Shame has gone out the window, I don't want to hold back anymore. He is my fucking mate. He grins at me and makes his way over to me. He puts himself between the back of the couch and me, pulling me into his chest and wrapping an arm around my torso. 

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After eating we made our way to our bedroom. He heads to the bathroom to shower and I go to the closet quickly changing into a tang top, keeping my spandex on. I head to the bed and climb under the covers. I get comfy under the sheets, waiting for him to finish up.

He comes out of the bathroom, in nothing but his boxers. He makes his way to his side of the bed and got under the covers, switching the lights off in the process. He curls his arm around me dragging me to him. I instantly melt into his side.

"Goodnight." He says to me giving me a small kiss on the head. He lays his head into the crook of my neck.

"Greyson?" He hums his response, too tired to respond.

"I accept you."