LoveBirds (Hoodie Allen Fanfic)

Chapter 1

I woke up in bed, the sheets tangled in between my arms and legs, still on top of my boyfriend. I yawned and stretched, putting my head farther up on his chest. He shifted a little, moving me to his side.

"You alright baby?" he asked and put his cold hand against my cheek, tracing a line with his index finger, down my jaw. I shivered at his touch and breathed in his scent of cinnamon, smiling.

"Ya," I said. The sudden of urge of wanting to kiss him powered through me and I seductively traced my finger over his lips. He seemed to get the message from the gesture and grasped my face in between his hands. He kissed his way up my jaw until he met my lips. I grasped at his brown hair as he kissed me with passion, making sure to bite at my lip teasingly. The blankets fell off of us as we got deeper in the kiss. We got more desperate, yanking on eachother's hair, kissing faster and becoming a mixture of teeth and tongue. He pulled away.

"Don't stop." I gasped and he chuckled, his hands moving to my hips. He went to work. Kissing me, taking my clothes off, kissing harder... I opened my eyes and sat up, looking around the bedroom. My dress was lying in a heap on the ground and I drowsily remembered the night before and blushed. I heard the door open and my man, Steven walked across the room, dressed for his tour. 

He saw me lying in bed, the sheets wrapped around me to hide myself and what we had shared that night. He smiled at my shy act and scooped me up, not even paying attention to the sheets falling of me and to the floor.

"How's my girl..." he whispered in my ear. I sighed and ran my fingers over his cheek, carressing it.

"Pretty good, Hoodie Allen." I giggled and fit my lips againt his. He kissed back softly and pulled away, as if to tease me.

"I love you." I whispered, hoping his lips would come back and kiss me more . He smiled lightly and set me down, extinguishing my hopes for another kiss.

"I love you too, but I think you should get dressed." He said gesturing to the windows on the other side of the room. I gasped aloud and reached for the sheets, clumsily throwing them over myself. I could feel the embarressment in my cheeks. What if someone had seen me? I mean, we were in a city here! So, I went over to my dresser and quickly threw some underwear on. I put on a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt, just to keep it simple. I closed the oak drawers and stepped back admiring the beautiful piece of furniture. They were shining from the sunshine coming through the windows, hitting it in just the right way and bringing out it's true color.

I go into the bathroom and find Steven gelling his hair, his fingers sculpting the shape in a smooth, careful, way. Our bathroom had a big mirror, which reflected his handsom face back at me, making me smile. I watched as he finished up his hair style and stuck his tongue out at me when he noticed me, making me giggle

"What time is your concert?" I asked him, as I grabbed the brush out of one of the drawers and began brushing my long, tangled, hair.

"Ten tonight, but we have to leave early to get stuff set up." I sighed and slammed the brush down. He turned toward me and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked. I opened up the bottom cabinet and retrieved a towel, deciding that a shower would be a neccesity.

"Nothing, we're just going to be booked," I replied and pulled my jeans off, floding them, and setting them on the counter, "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick."

His face fell into a pout. "Aww, I just did my hair though..." he teased and you pointed at the door, a smile forming on my lips.

"Out." I demanded and he playfully raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay." he laughed and stepped out the door, winking at me before closing the door.

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A/N:
I edited this for more detail and better writing to the people of the world. Love you guys! <3
(7-27-15)