“Killian!” I squealed as his hands continued their torture against my ribs. He was laughing the entire time, tickling me was one of his favorite pastimes. He especially enjoyed waking me up this way which was exactly what he was doing at the moment.
“Killian!” I tried again as I shoved at his hands. Finally he relented and ceased his tickle attack on my sides as they heaved and gasped for air. I crossed my arms over my chest as soon as I caught my breath and turned my head to the side to avoid looking at him.
“Aww Ashy,” he cooed his nickname for me, knowing my weakness. I pressed my lips together firmly to prevent my smile from appearing. He knew though, just as he always did. He turned my head back to face him and held it in place carefully. I glowered at him as best as I could until he smiled and pecked me on the lips. He continued his assault of tiny kisses on my lips until I couldn’t take it anymore and began giggling and kissed him back. “I win,” he gloated against my lips and I rolled my eyes.
“You always do, you know that.” I murmured and applied the necessary pressure to his lips to kiss him once again. It really only took seconds for things to get heated; then again it had never taken long. The first night that we had met had been enough of a spark to ignite the whole flame. I was brought out of my daydreaming however, by a hand that was slowly snaking its way under my night shirt.
“Killian,” I lightly smacked his hand away and finally allowed myself to be sensible. “We have to get to work.” He sighed but I knew it was a playful one.
“Oh alright,” he pushed himself off of me and allowed me to finally get up as well. I got up and started my daily morning routine, going to the bathroom to use the facilities before splashing my face with water and brushing my teeth. Killian came in as I was spitting and gave me a playful smirk as he winked and walked around me to grab his own toothbrush. I roll my eyes and do my best to ignore him as I wipe my mouth off and move in front of the mirror, applying the light layer of makeup I had come to implement almost robotically every morning. Killian gets in the shower as I do, singing loudly and off key at the most random of times, causing me to laugh and nearly swipe the eyeliner halfway across my cheek. As I usually did, I went to the bedroom and got dressed for the day in one of my nice blouses and skirts, ready to take on the world as a secretary in the local law firm. After pinning my hair up in the best bun I could manage, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, putting my favorite vanilla flavored coffee mix in before pushing the button and turning my attention to the fridge from which I pulled the carton of eggs and butter. Turning the stove on I melted the butter in the pan to act as a sort of nonstick layer before cracking the eggs one by one until I reached six.
“Well well what do we have here?” Killian’s voice, still a bit groggy from sleep, mumbled in my ear before his lips were leaving a soft trail down my neck.
“Eggs,” I hum lightly as I gently push him away from my exposed skin. “Now sit down because they’re ready and you’re going to be late for work.
“Yes mother,” he mocked and fake saluted me as he sat at the table in his usual space. I ignored his teasing and poured myself a cup of coffee before fetching orange juice for him. He thanked me as I set it in front of him along with a plateful of scrambled eggs, the other half of them going to me. We chatted idly about the work we had to do that day, his job was always more interesting than mine, what with him being a psychiatrist and all. I’d heard countless stories, though he never overstepped the doctor/patient boundaries even once by sharing personal information such as his client’s names.
“I gotta go baby,” he said as he got up and pressed a brief kiss to my forehead and putting his dishes in the sink on his way out the door. I watch him through the window until he gets in his car and pulls away. I sigh and finish my coffee before adding my dishes to the pile and slipping my jacket on as I make my way to my own car. As I turn the key in the ignition, my fingers ache to pull the mirror down and gaze at the picture that I know is there. But I resist with lead-heavy fingers and pull out of the driveway, making my way to work with an even heavier, weighed down heart.
A/N Chapter 1 is up! The POV is going to be alternating between chapters so make sure and pay attention to that! Don't worry, Harry's POV will be next and he might get a little bit more time than Ashley does in the story, we'll see how it goes. Any guesses what picture she wanted to look at? Thanks again if you're reading! Please comment and give feedback:) ~Jamie
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First Light
Romance“Here's a news flash: No soldier gives his life. That's not the way it works. Most soldiers who make a conscious decision to place themselves in harm's way do it to protect their buddies. They do it because of the bonds of friendship - and it goes s...
