there for me (shourtney)

xl.

courtney's pov -

"Fuck Wednesday, dude!" I shouted into our Santa Monica house as I entered it. Knowing Shayne was upstairs on the main floor. "Fuck!" I yelled as I stormed up the stairs. "Why do people have to be such dicks about things!" Catching the time, I groaned, just after ten.

"Good evening to you, too." Shayne said from the couch. His dim figure adorned in grey loungewear. "I take it the meeting went well." He said in a bubbly, British accent. I glared at him from the stairway. "Not the time. Sorry." He cleared his throat.

I walked over to the kitchen. Throwing my bag on the table and hunching over it. Elbows propped up on the wood, I buried my face in my hands. 

"I put in so much effort. And this dick shows up thinking - thinking he's the shit!" I yelled. My voice echoing off the tall ceilings. 

"What happened? You weren't supposed to be gone that long." Shayne noted as he stood up and walked over to the table. Taking a seat at the end of it, an arm's length from me. 

"You're right. I fucking wasn't. Wow." I mocked him. My voice high with sarcasm. 

"Hey." Shayne said lowly. Cocking his head to the left, keeping his eyes on mine. A warning. Too much, Courtney.

"I'm sorry, Shayne." I exhaled. "The guy was a complete dick. And it was my apartment, you know? I'm just annoyed." 

"What did he do?" He asked. The wooden seat creaked as he adjusted himself.

"He showed up an hour late. Leaving me and the agent standing in the empty apartment. When he finally gets there, he acted like - like he didn't even care. Him and his stupid fucking Ray-Bans." I groaned. Trying to cling to the only tangible piece of memory I can pinpoint. "That was my home, Shayne, and he just rolled up, signed the papers, brought in a six-pack, and kicked us out." 

I heard Shayne sigh. I'm sorry I'm upset. I loved that apartment. And it's with a seedy bar owner now. 

"I'm sorry, Courtney. I know how much you loved that place. I wish it didn't end like that." He said, hands folded on the table. I looked up at him. 

"I wish it went like yours." Memories of Shayne's smiling face from last night instantly flooded my head. He raced up the stairs and into the bedroom where I was laying. Pouncing on top of me, he threw the book I was reading out of my hands. I sold it! he said, hands on either side of my hips, it sold!

"I wish it had too, babe, I'm sorry." He paused. "But still, we should do something to celebrate. We did both sell our apartments." His tone added legitimacy to the statement. I smiled. You're right.

"We can grab food after the appointment tomorrow?" I tugged at the cuffs of my shirt. 

"Let's do that! There's a spot on the beach right off the exit that I don't think we've been to yet." Shayne said. He raised an eyebrow. "Known for their meatless meatballs."

"That actually sounds really good." I giggled. Finally loosening up, I stood.

"Do you want to invite anyone?" He asked. Looking at me for navigation.

"Sam and Olivia? We haven't spent quality time with them in a bit." I said. Shayne nodded in agreement. 

"I'll text Sam. Appointments at ten, so let's give a buffer ... eleven-thirty? That's during lunch on set, right?" He looked up at me as he pulled his phone out of his sweatpants. I nodded. 

"Yeah, she should be able to make it. It's a date." I laughed quietly. Stepping away from the table I sighed. "Alright well, I gotta go change." I glanced down at my mismatched outfit. Dark jeans, a light, loose, top, and yellow sneakers. Wild red hair. 

"Wait." Shayne mumbled. With one last tap on his screen, he placed his phone on the. Staring at me. 

I leaned against the counter. Granite jabbing my lower back.

"What, baby? I gotta go change." 

"What if I want to watch?" He said slowly. Standing up, he leaned against the fridge. I licked my lips, wandering over to him. 

"You wanna watch?" I whispered in his ear. Swaying into him, I latched a hand around his shoulder, the other on his chest. His grip landed on my hips. 

I shifted my weight on him, my right leg snaking up around his calf. Shayne pressed open mouth kisses down my neck, making me groan and tilt my head, exposing more skin for him. 

I rolled my hips. A strangled mewl left Shayne's lips. Warm air hit my neck as his breathing picked up pace. His eyes closed in concentration, brows furrowed, he clung to my hips. 

"Look at me, Shayne." I breathed. Stilling my movements. With hooded blue eyes, he looked at me. I rewarded him, pressing a deep kiss to his lips. Hiking my leg further up his calf, I moved a hand to the fridge behind him to steady myself. 

I rocked against him. Long, languid movements. I caught his whimpers on my tongue. His forehead pressed against mine. Mouth open. Thin strings of saliva on his lips. Shayne's hands guided my hips. Moving them how he wanted. How he needed. 

My core pulsed and a sudden moan escaped my throat. I gripped Shayne's shirt, feeling his fingers dig into my hips. I arched into him.

"Courtney" He groaned, fingers dipping just below the waistband of my jeans. I know, I feel it too.

I pulled away, chest heaving. 

"Please." He choked out. "I need -" I pressed a kiss on his lips. I know.

Wordlessly I grabbed his hands from my waist and tugged him to our room. 

"Tell me what you need." I breathed as we stumbled beyond the doorframe. "I'll give it to you." I pushed him onto the bed. "Just say it." A command before I bunched the hem of his shirt and tore it off. 

"You. I need you." 

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little longer nsfw bit, it's still weird to write oof. but anyway shoutout to everyone who keeps commenting! its such a motivation:)