SLOW DANCE (Chris Evans) Completed

37.

Luna
I heard the alarm on my phone go off and I check my phone for any messages but I don't see any. I turn over and my eyes go wide.

Chris was here. I looked at him sleeping and his nose twitched.

"Morning baby", he said with his husky morning voice.

"When did you get here?"

"Earlier this morning. I couldn't wait to see you so I got here as soon as I could."

"I missed you so much".

"I know sweetheart. I missed you too. I can't wait til I get to wake up to you and Dodger in my bed."

"I was going to get out of bed to pack more but since you're here, I think I need you more".

"How about we fool around for a bit then we can eat and pack".

"Sounds good to me. I plan on fooling around an awful lot with you."

"I bet you do hun.".

"You're irresistible sweetheart, plus I love you".

"I love you too".

Chris leans in and kisses me. He leans back a bit and glances up at me and I wrap my arms around his neck. Chris runs his fingers through my hair and curls them. I get on my knees and I press my lips against his.

I feel the kiss deepen as he moves his other hand down to steady me on my hip. I touch his hand and we pull apart. Chris presses his forehead against mine and we try to steady our breathing.

Chris cups my cheek and I lay my face against his palm.

"I'll make us breakfast okay. Do you have the stuff to make omelets?"

"Yes, I should".

"Okay sweetheart. I'll make breakfast and we'll pack some more okay?"

"Okay Chris. Layla should be coming over to help".

"I'll make her an omelet too. Does she what everything in it?"

"Yes".

"And I'll get the hot sauce out on the table for me".

"I'll get it hun".

"Otay".

Chris leaves the room and I throw on some leggings under the baggy tshirt. I brush my hair and put it in a bun.

I head to the living room to pack up more things and I turn on the sound bar and my blue tooth and a Taylor Swift song comes on and I'm dancing and singing along to her song Style and I'm laughing and smiling.

Chris is watching me in the kitchen and smiling and I dance around more instead of packing and I don't even hear the door open and I see Layla walk in and she starts dancing and singing with me.

When the song finally ends we plop onto the couch and laugh. Chris comes into the living room and crosses his arms and smiles at us.

"Breakfast is ready and so is coffee".

I get up and I reach up and peck his lips.

"Thanks babe".

"Anytime".

I smack his butt and he turns his head and raises an eyebrow.

"Hey just admiring America's ass. It's a crime to not admire that. And it's all mine".

"You're strange child".

"Oh please I'm sure, there's assets you like about Seb".

"Those thighs of betrayal baby. Okay you're right".

"Seeeeee".

"I love how strange you both are".

I sit next to Chris and he just kisses my cheek and I smile and lay my head on his shoulder.

"So we almost have everything packed up. And soon we'll be in Boston", said Layla.

I move my head and I eat my omelet.

"I'm so happy. I can't wait to show you two Boston."

"Do I get to see more of the frat boy side of you babe".

"You have Twitter don't you?"

"Maybe".

"Liar, you got Twitter, insta,Facebook and tumblr. When are you getting an Instagram account Chris?"

"Um-".

"Leave the poor guy alone.".

"I gotta give him some crap sometimes".

I lean over and peck his lips and I look up at him and he smiles.

God. That smile it could cure so much sadness in this world and I could look at his beautiful face all damn day. I'd never get tired of it.

I want to straddle him so bad right now. He doesn't even have to do anything and I'd drop everything I was doing to have him on top of me.

I didn't even realize I was biting my lip and I feel a hand on my thigh and and I look up and Chris is still talking to Layla. I feel his hand creep up higher and I subconsciously move my legs apart.

He moves his hand into between my legs and over my clothed sex. I lay my face on his shoulder and I bite his shoulder to stay quiet as he rubs over me.

I need his fingers in me. I take his hand and move them to the top of my leggings and he slips his hand in and past the band of my underwear. I feel the tips of his fingers tap against me and I could feel the need for him grow inside me.

He slips a finger inside and then adds a second one and then a third and I bit his shoulder hard as I let go around his fingers. He brings his fingers slowly to his mouth and cleans them.

At this point I feel like a puddle in my chair. He grabs my hand and intertwined his fingers through mine.

How he managed to make me fall in love with him more every time, I'll never understand. But fuck I loved this man with all of my heart.