teacher ♤ s.t [rewriting]

21 ♤ Too Good For Me

21 ♤ Too Good For Me

C O U R T N E Y ♤

I don't know why, but the instinct to hide overwhelmed me the rest of the day.  I tried my best to swallow the want to be alone, and it worked for the most part.

With my knees curled against my chest, I watched as Shayne slowly slid the DVD into the player connected to his television.

He had made us cups of hot chocolate and wrapped a blanket around me comfortingly, being a lot more snugly than he was acting this morning. Shayne slid onto the couch beside me, wrapping his own blanket around his body, picking up his mug as the movie started.

I had asked him to surprise me, but I hoped he hadn't picked out a horror film. I cannot stand anything with the slightest gore. 

Shayne had barely placed a hand on me since this morning, except for now.

The film started, and I realized it was some new comedy that had come out last year that I hadn't had the time to go and see.

Shayne placed his hand cautiously on my thigh, but it was positioned closer to my knee, his thumb gently rubbing small circles on my bare skin.

It felt nice, sitting there on his sofa, drinking hot chocolate, the only light sources being several candles on the kitchen island and the TV screen in the living room. It was pitch black outside.

Abandoning the want to go hide in the hall closet, I shifted position so that I was right next to him, my head resting on his shoulder.

He sighed contentedly, wrapping his arm that was formerly on my knee around my shoulders.

It was cold in his house due to his air conditioning, so the warmth emanating off of him was lovely.

"You're cute," he murmured in my ear.

I giggled, wrapping my arm around the front of his waist.

"You're cuter," I smiled back.

"You're the cutest," he chuckled lightly.

I reached up and ruffled his hair, tugging on one of the loose locks gently. He sighed in response, his eyes shutting halfway.

Shayne impulsively grabbed my mug and placed both of our mugs on the table beside the sofa before turning to me.

"Big spoon or little spoon?"

"Big spoon," I giggled.

"Ah, dang, I wanted big spoon,"

"You can be big spoon in bed,"

"Fine," he grumbled jokingly.

I waited as he laid down on the sofa, giving me enough space to slip behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.

He patted his hip. "Put your leg up here."

I complied slowly, wrapping my leg around his thigh. "Like this?"

"Yeah."

As the sound of Jack Black's voice ensued as being background noise, I snuggled into Shayne, feeling how his body fit against mine, like matching puzzle pieces.  This is nice.

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"If you're big spoon, I'm going to wake up to you snoring in my ear," I protested, tugging his blue shirt down over my body.

"No, you won't," he assured me, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Wh-"

"First of all, I don't snore.  Second-"

"Yes, you do-"

"Second of all, you're never awake before me, so I won't be snoring in your ear if you're awake."

I pouted, crossing my arms, mimicking him.

"And finally, you said I could be big spoon in bed."

"Ah, fine," I sighed, flopping down onto the mattress.

Shayne quickly made his move to snake his arms around my body, relaxing me against him.

"But first I have to finish my book chapter," he told me, leaning up against his headboard.  I, currently, was sitting on his lap due to how he had grabbed me.

"Okay," I replied, my brain suddenly formulating an idea.

Shayne had already removed his shirt prior to going to bed, so I swiveled around on his lap, facing him.  Shayne held his book over at his lamp, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

His one hand was holding the book open as he held it out beside the lamp, and his other hand was resting absentmindedly on my thigh.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his jawline.

He didn't seem to pay any mind to it, so I continued, running sensual kisses along his jaw before moving down his neck, gently taking his skin between my teeth several times.

Shayne's grip on my thigh tightened slightly, but he didn't stop me.

I gradually pressed a gentle kiss onto his collarbone, my teeth nipping at his soft skin.

The sensations produced a small groan to leave his lips, and a short glance away from his book at me before turning back to, fuck, I don't know, how to change a spare tire?

My hands sensually ran over his chest as I bit my lip, unsure of what I was doing really.

"Courtney," he nearly growled, the sound hiding at the back of his throat.  He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Yeah?"

"You're- what are you..." He watched intently as I pressed my lips once more to his chest, the pads of his fingers digging harder and harder into my thigh that there were most likely prints, but I didn't mind.  "Fuck," he muttered, his voice strained. My teeth were gently imprinting marks onto his skin, although I don't think he minded them either.

Sitting back up to look at him, I realized he had pressed his head up against the headboard, his eyes essentially screwed shut.  Gently prying his book out of his hand, I marked the page mentally before placing it down on the nightstand.

I slowly slid his glasses down his nose, folding them before placing them on top of his book.

Shayne wrapped his arms around my waist, placing a small kiss on the top of my head.

"You're too good for me," he murmured before switching off the lamp.

♤

rex orange county is literally perfect for writing fluff scenes, which i love a lot

i'm pretty sure i'm about to do something that i don't know if i'll regret, i'm posting an update on my messages so um aha oops- (you'll see i suppose)

love y'all!

~ cal xx