Th*rsty (Scomiche)

I'm Not The Only One (Part 1)

A/N: THIS FOUR-PART ONE-SHOT NOW HAS ITS OWN BOOK, although the story has been edited and is no longer exactly the same.

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"But when you call me 'baby', I know I'm not the only one."

I'm Not The Only One by Sam Smith

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As soon as I heard the keys in the front door, I stood up from the couch and ran to my room as quietly and as fast as I could. I turned off the lights but left the bedside lamp open, so that a soft yellow glow illuminated my room. I lay down on the bed, turned my back to the door, and pulled the covers over my head. I didn't expect him home this soon. I closed my eyes and tried my hardest to sleep.

I succeeded but I woke up to arms gently hugging my waist and to soft lips caressing the skin on my arms.

"Baby, are you awake?" He whispered while he continued kissing me.

"Mmmmm," I replied as I pulled the sheets closer to my body.

"Baby..." His kisses traveled to the side of my neck.

I sighed and opened my eyes. "Now I'm awake." I turned in place so that I could face him. "What do you want?"

He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "You." A devilish smile spread across his face.

"But Scott -" I was interrupted by his lips crashing down on mine. Scott did that a lot when it was just the two of us. He hated it when I called him by his name, said he feels like he's being reprimanded.

I eventually surrendered myself to the kiss and enjoyed the pair that were currently tasting my lips.

He moved on top of me and straddled my hips. "Why do you taste so good?" Scott said in between kisses as his lips moved to my neck.

My hand found its way to his head and I grabbed a fistful of his hair.

"God... I can't get enough of you." Scott said in a breathy voice that made the hairs on my body and... other things stand up. He continued kissing me while his hands went under my shirt and settled on either side of my waist. His palms were soft and warm and my skin tingled at the contact.

"Babe, we can't..." I said it so softly I don't think Scott heard. Even if he did, there was no sense of conviction whatsoever in my voice. 

His hands moved to my chest and he traced small circles over my nipples using his thumbs. I gasped at the sensation and involuntarily arched my back. 

Scott suddenly removed his hand and he shifted to a sitting position. He grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled it over his head. Then he held the hem of my shirt and looked at me, silently asking for permission.

I responded by first lifting my back then my head so that he could remove my top.

When we were both half naked, he didn't do anything immediately. He just looked at me with eyes full of lust and pressed his hips into mine, letting me feel his erection. "I've been thinking about you all day. I missed you."

"I... I missed you, too." I blushed at my own admission.

He slowly leaned down, held both my hands and pinned them on either side of my face. "Do you know how much I want you?" 

There was no point being shy or coy. I wanted him. I really, really wanted him. "Show me." 

"My pleasure." Scott kissed me again, more thoroughly this time. His lips were demanding and his tongue explored my mouth. When I tried to move my hands he only gripped them tighter. His lips moved to my jaw then to my earlobe. He nibbled on it as he whispered, "You're mine tonight."