The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Bedtime?

Arielle's PoV

About 20 minutes later, most of the food had gone, I have had a couple glasses of champagne, so I was a little tipsy, and kelly was pretty much dozing off beside my dad. We still hadn't found anything to watch as no one could decide on something. Wonderful.

"Honestly, we're not going to sit through an entire film now." I spoke as I leant forward pouring myself another glass.
"Why not?" My dad asked.
"Kelly's already fast asleep, you're not far from it..." I began, watching as his eyes seemed to get heavier and heavier by the second.
"And Noah's being difficult with the film selection." I turned to look at my boyfriend who held his hands up innocently. Little fucker.
"Hey, I'm not the one who wants to watch some shit chick flick." He smirked, taking the bottle from my hands and pouring himself another drink.
"Seems as though every film on Netflix is a chick flick to you." I raised my eyebrow, placing my glass to my lips and tipping back to take a swig.
"Majority of them are." He mimicked my actions.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to say something, a light snore came from the other sofa. I turned back to look at my dad who's head was now resting on Kelly's shoulder and his eyes were closed signalling he had now fallen asleep. Great movie night guys!

"Well, we may as well put something on." I reached over, taking the remote out of my dads hand that had fallen over his stomach.
"Here, choose something." I handed Noah the remote and stood up but he was quick to grab my hand to stop me.
"Where are you going?" He frowned.
"To clear the food up otherwise it'll go gross." I scrunched my nose up at the thought.
"I'll help you." He quickly turned the tv off, swigging back the rest of his drink before handing me mine. I copied his actions before grabbing the bowls of food and walking them out to the kitchen, slightly stumbling over myself. Okay, I may be a little more than tipsy.

"We may as well finish this." Noah followed me into the kitchen with the last of the food and the bottle of champagne.
"I can't eat anymore." I shook my head, running my hand over my bloated stomach.
"I'm talking about the champagne, darling." He smirked with a posh accent at the word 'darling'. The word alone makes my insides go mushy.
"Oh." I giggled, my feet walking closer to him to take the bowls. He lightly smacked my bum as I turned around towards the sink making a small gasp escape my lips.
"Naughty!" I playfully scolded him as I watched him place the rim of the bottle to his wet lips, taking back a few sips. How can he gulp he down like that? Ew. Actually, saying that, I'm pretty sure I could guzzle some down right now.
"Hey! Save some for me." I snatched the bottle away, taking some back and feeling as the cool liquid slid down my throat. Mmmm.

Moments later, Noah and I had cleaned up the villa, not a single crumb in sight. Pretty proud of our drunk asses right now.
"Bedtime?" He asked, leaning down and laying his head on my shoulder. I let out a yawn as he did so and nodded my head.
He took my hands and we stumbled to our shared room, laughing at nothing.

"You're very pretty tonight." Noah slurred as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground.
"You saying I'm not always pretty? Wow." I gasped, pretending to look offended as I walked over to close the curtains.
"Of course not, you're always pretty. You're beautiful." He rushed out, worried that he had actually hurt my feelings.
"I'm kidding, babe." I giggled, making my way over to the bed Noah was currently laying on and I fell down beside him.

The second I was next to him, his large arms engulfed me and pulled my petite body into his chest.
"I love you." He sighed happily. I looked up at him with a smile, brushing back the small curls that had landed on his forehead.
"I love you." I lifted myself up slightly and pecked his lips. Noah has decided though that it wasn't enough so he cupped my cheeks in his hands and brought his lips to mine again.

The way his mouth moves feverishly against mine as his hands tug gently at my hair, pulling me even closer, if it was possible. I carefully moved so I was straddling his waist, my hands either side of his head whilst his moved down to my hips. I could never get enough of this. Ever. His touch is like no others, his lips mould perfectly against mine and I never want to stop kissing him.

Noah pulls back from the kiss and I frown slightly, confused as to why he stopped our heated make out session.
"Why'd you stop?" I panted. Even the littlest bit of action gets me out of breath. Wow.
"Because I want to look at you." He whispers softly. Oh.
One of his hands move back up to my cheek, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen from my ponytail.
"Why?" I asked. My voice was quiet, so quiet. I'd be surprised if he had actually heard me just then.
"Can I not admire your beauty?" He asked, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He's so cute, what the heck.
"Just kiss me." I breathed out, not wanting to wait any longer. I want him. I need him. He's all i crave.

Noah didn't have to be told twice and he crashed his lips onto my yet again. The kiss was more forceful this time, full of passion and love. He had flipped us over so he was perching himself above me and my hands had the perfect opportunity to run themselves up and down his toned stomach.

Suddenly, I don't feel drunk anymore. I only feel my need for him, the constant need for him to touch me, anywhere. And once he does, my whole mind is focused on that single spark.