It's Complicated... - H.S

Chapter 23: Wildflower.

A/N: TWO UPDATES IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS WOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!

Also... smut lies ahead.

MARIGOLD'S POV:

        I wake up once more, and I'm missing my boyfriend once again. I roll on his bed,  and look at the time. It's noon, and I notice a new painting, it's me of course. It looks like a sketch style painting, and it's really good. It looks like it's still drying, but it's me from this morning I'd assume. My hair covers my back, the lace of my bra somewhat exposed. The sheets are tangled around my waist, and I look at peace.

There's swirls of color clouding around the painting as well, almost looking like clouds, and the daintiest words as well. "Baby, Honey." It reads, and I smile. He's so soft I swear to god. I get up, and go into his bathroom, brushing my hair, and my teeth, and as I walk out I move to his drawer, still in my bra. As soon as I open it, warm hands wrap around me, his face pressed to the side of my head, his ears right behind my ear.

    "And what do you think you're doing?" He whispers.

    "Helping myself." I mumble, and he turns me around quickly, lifting me and placing me on top of the short dresser.

    "I like you better this way princess." He mumbles, his hands warm on my bare skin.

    "And why is that?" I ask, and he reaches around my back, his hands under my bra. "Good morning to you too." I mumble, and he smiles, coming forward, and kissing me. His lips are hot, warm and inviting, and I'm still not used to the feeling of kissing them, but I am addicted to it. I'm addicted to him. I take it upon myself to move my hands around my back, and unclip the bra that I wear. His lips move from mine as my straps slink down my arms, and I discard it on the floor. "Not much to see." I joke, and he pulls back.

    "Do not talk down on yourself. Not around me, that shit won't fly. You're fucking perfect Marigold, every part of you." He mumbles, and comes back to me, kissing me harshly at his words. He pressed into my, his hands soft, and tender as they move, holding my ribs. I move them up, placing them where I want them, and he bites my lips as I do, sending a shudder through me, and a soft groan out of my lips. "Fucking hell Marigold." He breathes. His hands move again, and the pads of his fingers massage my nipples, sending shockwaves through me. I'm already panting under his touch, already aching for more of him.

    "Bed now." I mumble against his lips, and he lifts me without hesitation.

    "Yes ma'am." He smirks, and brings me over. He lays me down on the mattress, coming down with me, slow savory kisses rolling off his lips now. "Can't get enough of you..." He mumbles against my lips, his hands traveling far and wide over my skin, exploring new places. His lips move, transferring kisses that are hot and eager down my neck, and all over my collarbones. As soon as his lips connect with the sensitive area on my breast my back arches. "So fucking perfect, Jesus." He mumbles, his breath hot on my skin.

He connects himself again, swirling, and sucking, a feeling I've never felt, a part of me that's never been explored like this. My hand moves, reaching up, and gripping to his hair, lightly threading through which receives a welcome groan from his lips. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy." He mumbles, and I watch his green eyes stare up at me, and a low throb courses through me.. My turn.

I reach his jaw, and he moves with my hand, coming back to me. He kisses my lips again, his swollen from the eager kisses he left on me. I push back, and flip us, my body now on top of his. The view of him under me is genuinely the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen. I take a moment to stare, and his lips twitch into a smirk.

"This view... Don't even think I could explain how fucking perfect it is." He mumbles helplessly. His hands moving to my hips, holding me tightly, and I smirk, flipping my hair to one side.