Mirrors |NH|

Chapter Fifty Three

They started to move away from the car towards the house but couldn't let go of each other, so it took them several minutes to make it to the door.  Once they got that far, Niall pinned her to the door while struggling to unlock it. 

"Goddamn, is everything going to get in my way, tonight?" He asked as she went back to marking his neck. 

Everything she had been doing to him since they left that party was driving him mad.  There had to have been at least ten times on the way home that he had to control himself enough to not stop and just ravage her in the car.  The one time he did stop, his head was so lost in her that when she stopped him, he had nearly forgotten where they were.  But, silently thanked every god out there for it, because he didn't want this done in the car.  One day, for sure, but not the first time.

He finally got the door unlocked and threw it open as he brought his mouth back to hers, as they stumbled in.  Without breaking their kiss, they both let go of each other long enough to take off their coats.  Tossing them where they were, their hands quickly found each other again as they began making their way up the stairs.

They both tripped over the first step and fell.  "Fuck," he groaned as he kicked off his shoes.  He stood back up and waited impatiently as she removed her heels.  Once she was done, he grabbed her hand, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder and ran up the stairs.

"This is a lot hotter the second time around," she said, forcing him to remember the last time he had done this.

"It's going to end a lot better this time, too," he said, a little out of breath, as he got them to his bedroom.

He tossed her onto his bed, falling with her because she had latched onto him.  His lips found hers again as his hands made their way to her legs, spreading them apart so his body fell into hers.  He felt her hands move to his waistline and start pulling his shirt out.

She placed the palm of her hands on his chest and gently pushed him off her.  She sat up as her fingers started to unbutton his shirt.  He helped her along and quickly got it off him as she then began raising the t-shirt he had on underneath over his head.  Once she had done that, she got on her knees on the bed, so she was face to face with him as she lifted her dress over her head and off of her body.

Niall just watched as she did this, taking in the view he had just been given when he came back to his senses.  They were drunk.  How the hell he managed to get them home in one piece was probably a fucking miracle.  She had started placing small bites along his shoulder while her hands ran down his torso to start unbuckling his belt when he stopped her.  She straightened herself up to look at him.  Through the little bit of light coming through the open window, he could see she was confused. 

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"Yes,"  He shook his head, "No. Ugh, yes."

"Did I do something wrong?"

He looked back up at her, "Oh, god, no!  Everything you're doing is euphoric."

She smiled at him, leaned into his ear and whispered, "You haven't tasted euphoria, yet, Niall."

'Oh god, why did she have to say that,' he thought.  It was taking every last ounce of control to not keep going but as much as he wanted her, he didn't want it to happen this way.  He pushed her back a little more.

"Okay, what's going on?" she said, her arms dropping back to her sides.

His hands had been on her hips and he dug his fingers into her flesh, "I can't believe I'm saying this but I just...we can't do this yet."