What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 11|Dorbyn- Fluff

Summary: Corbyn needs to leave. Well... needs is a strong word. Corbyn wants to leave. But... then again, does he?

Corbyn's POV
" I really should go," my words barely a breath as I studied the bubbles in my drink. Swirling the golden fluid, watching them race to the surface only to pop almost immediately.

" Why's that, gorgeous?" Daniel's low voice rumbled, sitting just beside me. The constant burn of his lidded gaze left my skin hot. Sipping absently at his champagne.

" People saw me come in. They'll get suspicious. They'll start talking," I could never find it in myself to meet my elder's intense gaze. Instead, I gazed into my own eyes reflected in my drink.

" You care too much about what other's think," the blunt words a sharp contrast to his relaxing body," but I won't stop you if you wanna go."

" I don't wanna go," whispered back. His smolder only heating. I could feel the smirk on his face," but I just know my parents'll start to worry. They came to visit for Christmas and I don't want to stress them out."

" Then just text them," the tickle of his sock against my naked ankle left me shuddering. Gentle fangs tugging at my lip," tell them what happened and you can stay with me."

My swallow thick, squeezing past the sour lump in my throat, leaving the area aching. My index hooking my sweater collar, pulling the material from my chest slightly. Doing little to relieve the pressure constricting my airway. Face flushing as his gentle, suggestive ministrations continued.

" I-I... I really should go," my legs wobbling as I stood. Willing my knees not to buckle.

Daniel's low chuckle whilst he leaned into the gray cushions left my heart throbbing. Figuring he would make no effort to stop me, I grabbed my coat. Flinching away as a sharp tick shook the window.

The snow came down hard and fast. Furious winds whipping around in groups of white flurries. Leaving the world gray and obscure. With it's only sounds the breeze's violent whistle and the patter of occasional hail.

My eyes drawn to the sight, both mesmerized and horrified.

" Storm's getting pretty bad," Daniel's voice much closer than I'd thought. Only now did I notice the slight, comforting heat his chest radiated. Almost stepping back into his arms, into his warmth," haven't seen a blizzard this intense in years."

" Yeah," I offered lamely. Awkwardly twisting my coat between my hands. The thick, plush fabric useless in drying my slick palms," I should order an Uber. It might take them a while."

" There are no Uber drivers, not in weather like this," Daniel stated obviously. My face screwing shut. Fuck, I sound like a moron.

" They're all at home with their families. Staying nice and warm together," my lids didn't part at the soft weight of a hand on my hip. And my feet followed as my body was gradually turned. Looking only when I was sure I was facing him.

" Would you drive me?"

" Not in this weather. That's an accident waiting to happen," his touch gentle as his fingertips ghosted along my sides. Drifting up to my neck.

" You really should stay. You'll be much safer here," his palm cool against my burning cheek, soothing the ache of my blush. My entire face tingling, melting a little more with each passing second.

" What would I do if you got hurt, huh? You could get sick or lost. Anything," finally, I gave in. Leaning into his touch helplessly.

" People'll find out. Everyone at the office will know," spoken weakly, barely spoken at all. Moving just that much closer to his strong chest.

" Then let them," I met his ocean pools as they gazed down at me. Swimming with intense emotion, too many for me to see them all.

Lust's cloudy haze darkening endlessly blue seas. Hope glittering like stars tucked deep beneath his waves. Desire left the waters rippling, constantly splashing.

" Stay here," whispered close. Still entranced with his tiny oceans," stay with me. You'll be warm, safe...", words trailing purposefully, leaving me to fill in the heated blanks.

His sweet, minty breath slipping between plump, deliciously pink lips. Glistening in the hotel suite's low, tender light. Each exhale fanning heavily over my own. Hot and moist. He was so close. God, I could almost taste him.

" Maybe... I could stay a little while longer," mumbled as he tugged me closer.

" God, your lips. They look so soft and warm. You look so delicious," his other hand lingering low on my waist," I want you here with me, Corbyn," mouth brushing my own in a feather-light touch. Torturing me, leaving me craving more.

" Baby, stay."

My breaths shuttered, lashes fluttering. I was lost, so lost in him. So easily pulled in, so helplessly entranced. Hypnotized by his body, his eyes, his lips. His words.

" I'll stay."

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