there for me (shourtney)

iii.

courtney's pov -

Shayne studied my eyes with his for a few seconds before he stood up and rounded the couch to meet me. I'm not bluffing.

I moved forward a bit to make room for him behind me and gripped the couch cushion so I wouldn't fall. He climbed over me and brushed passed my face with a soft chuckle. Settling down behind me, he flushed his chest against my back. He draped his left arm against the side of the couch and I rested my head in the crook of his elbow. I felt Shayne hover his hand above my hip for a few seconds before wrapping it around my stomach. Capping his hand with one of mine, I backed closer to him and heard him hum in response.

"You like that?" I asked quietly, my voice heavy with grogginess. 

"Mhm" He muttered and tightened his grip on my body. He nuzzled his head into the back of my neck.

I felt him place a sleepy kiss near the base of my head and a wave of heat tumbled through my body. Kissing wasn't a line we crossed yet. Sure, we've played couples and we've kissed in sketches. But never off-camera. And yes, we've cuddled like this before. Late at night when I'd end up here at Shayne's apartment, we would find ourselves exactly here on the couch, or in his bed. Flushed against each other. Testing the waters with 'does this feel good?', and 'are you okay with this?'. The answer always being yes.

"Goodnight" I said, barely above a whisper. I adjusted my head so my neck was exposed to him. He wasted no time moving his head to fall in the crook of my neck.

I heard something that sounded vaguely like my name come from Shayne's lips, and I felt his body relax against mine. 

Smiling, I kept my hand on his and shut my eyes 

- 

The sun gently woke me up. Warm rays brushing against my forehead through Shayne's window that had a perfect view of LA. I rubbed my eyes and took stock of my surroundings. 

Shayne was still with me and a brief ripple of comfort ran through me. I knew he wouldn't leave. I knew that. But each time we do this it's still somewhat of a new feeling. 

Neither of us had moved much. His arm still fastened around me. My head still cradled in his arm. His lips still close to the back of my neck. I want to get used to this.

I stirred and stretched my legs. I felt Shayne move behind me and briefly tighten his hold on me as he stretched. I smiled and tapped his hand with mine, a signal to let go. Without hesitation he did, running his fingertips down my side and over my hips before returning to his side. 

I flipped over to face him. Noses barely separated. Our sleepy eyes crinkled with our smiles. Crammed together on his couch wasn't the most ideal place to lay together. But when has anything between us ever been functional? 

"Morning." I said. My voice raspy and coming out more of a sigh. 

"Well good morning." Shayne echoed. He slotted a knee between my legs. Nudging my knees slightly apart, he rested his leg on my upper thigh. He never broke eye contact.

"Sleep well?" I asked as I ran a hand through his blonde hair.

He nodded. I cupped the side of his face and felt him lean into it. And we stayed like this for a while. Holding each other. Dangling on the edges of romanticism and a vast grey area. But neither of us wanted to move. This warmth we felt wasn't a new thing. It's been this way for a while. But we were too scared to ask what any of it meant.

"Don't fall back asleep on me, Court." Shayne said suddenly as I felt my eyes closing again. He placed a hand on my side as if to steady me. Keeping it there, he rubbed small circles into my skin.

"Sorry" I said, blinking away tiredness, "I'm not a morning person." 

"Well I am." He said and smirked. A cheesy smile. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Let's make breakfast, yeah?" 

"Okay yeah." I agreed. "When do we have to be at the office?" I asked as I glanced at his clock behind the couch.

"Not until the afternoon." He paused. "And lucky for you, I'm a world-class chef." 

"You are not!" I laughed and lightly touched his chest. 

"You, Courtney Miller, are just jealous."

"Dude you made a turkey sandwich once that doesn't make you a chef." I sat up and propped myself up on the couch arm. "And besides, my omelet would destroy yours." I grinned over my shoulder and swung my legs onto the floor. Before I could stand, Shayne locked his arms around my hips and pulled me back onto the couch, so I was laying on top of him. I laughed and I struggled against his grip, but gave up realizing that squirming only made me laugh harder. His high pitched laugh bounced against the walls of his apartment.

"Oh you're on." He said. And with that he let me go, and we sprinted to his kitchen. "Postmates my ass!" He yelled as I darted for the fridge. We both doubled over laughing.

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some fluff:)