After our night last night, we wake up in the morning and it's like the room feels lighter. Shawn is sitting up with his back leaning on our headboard, looking at his phone. I was laying still curled into his side with my head on his chest until I decided to start the morning in a different way than normal.
Sitting up, I move myself to straddle his lap, taking his phone from his hands and placing it on his nightstand.
"Well good morning to you baby." He says smiling at me and I can't help but want to run my fingers through his curls, so, that's exactly what I do. He starts to hum in enjoyment.
"Good morning babe." I smile back. "How are you feeling?"
"Mmmm, amazing baby..don't stop, that feels good." He moans as my fingers continue to massage his curls.
I feel his big hands wrap around my waist. I take the chance to lean further into him. I wrap my hands around his neck, feeling his breath fan over my face. He leans forward, taking my lips with his. We start slow until I feel his hands rub up and down my back, pulling my closer into him. Our lips starting to move quicker, more deliberate against each other. I let out a small moan as I feel his hands cup my ass. This is new for me but I'm not complaining. His hands grazing my body feel so good. I'm not uncomfortable at all right now.
Before I even realize it, I'm moving my hips back and forth over his center. Shawn breaks our kiss and drags his lips smoothly to my neck. Images of last night flash by in my mind and I can't help but replay having my body wrapped around his. As Shawn is kissing my neck, I move a hand to his back and keep one in his hair. It feels so hot, so erotic that I can't even believe I'm letting this happen.
Shawn's helping me grind myself on his hips now and we both let out low breathy moans. This is a huge step. I don't want to stop. "Uhhhh baby....Shawn..." I whine. He continues to kiss my neck and I lean my head back from the intense amount of pleasure I'm feeling. My body feels like it's on fire and for the second time in less than 24 hours I feel invincible. Like what happened to me is just a distant memory and that being here in Shawn's arms is all I need to heal me.
However, when I feel something poke me between my legs, I cease all my movements. "Shawn...Shawn STOP!" I screech. He instantly opens his eyes as we both pant and I scramble off his lap.
"Are you okay?" He asks, his eyes full of concern as his face fills with worry.
I look at him with tears in my eyes. I can't believe this. I can't even be intimate with my boyfriend. Instead of answering him, I run into the bathroom and close the door. I let out a long sob before I undress and hop in the shower. I hear Shawn knock on the door and I yell that "I'm sorry"and "I'm fine." He doesn't seem to believe me as he slowly opens the door and walks to the shower. Without looking at me he sits with his back to the shower and tells me to tell him what's wrong.
After what seems like hours, I'm out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, standing in his arms as we sway back and forth.
"I'm sorry Mila..." he whispers.
"It's not your fault Shawn." I say convincingly looking up at him giving him a quick peck on the lips. "It's just the last time something like that happened, I was with him. I feel like I'm taking ten steps back." I say quietly. "It's okay honey, I'm not ever going to pressure you. I won't lie and say I kind of hoped we could finish, but what we did do was incredibly hot." He smirks as he twirls me around and dips me down and kisses me again.
Bringing me back upright, he tells me he needs to take a shower so he can get ready for work. He's working a weird shift today and for some reason a part of me just feels off. I brush it off for now and exit the bathroom to change and head downstairs.

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Saving Her
FanfictionCamila a receptionist on a unit her father built for "special victims" is best friends with Detective Shawn Mendes of the Toronto Special Victims Unit. They've been inseparable since they met at a college party a few years ago. Both are adventure...