//countryhuman stories\\

ScotAus (hs au) 5

~the next day~

The day seemed to roll by far too quickly for Aus' liking.

One moment she was asleep, cuddled and tucked in Scot's arms, in his warm embrace— the next she was all alone in her cold bed, sheets messily tucked over her.

She sighed. Whatever. She still had Scot's hoodie.

She turned over in the bed, pulling the sleeves of the hoodie up to her nose, taking a deep breath of it.

Fuck, it smelled just like him. She closed her eyes as she kept the fabric against her nose, moving her other hand down, reaching into her panties.

God, it was wrong to be doing such a thing— to even think about Scot this way made her feel ashamed, but it wasn't like this was the first time she had done it. This time, though, she had his hoodie.

Rubbing herself, she furrowed her brows, focusing on the daydream she was having— imagining his hands running over her stomach, up her chest and playing with her piercings, his breath hot against her neck as he pressed soft kisses on each and every star along the curve of her shoulder, palms sliding back down to her lower stomach and her thighs. His lips would trail down, too, kissing a path between her breasts and down her stomach, going further until he reached the waistband of her panties, where his fingers would pull them down and his lips would meet against—

"Hey Aus,—" Canada broke into her room, making Aus jerk violently in her bed and pull her hands out of her pants, eyes wide as she looked at the Canadian.

She cleared her throat before speaking. "Yeah?"

"I made pancakes, they're on the table for you. Are you alright? Scot carried you home last night. Did you feel unwell?"

Aus shook her head, sighing and pushing her face into the pillow before groaning out a 'I'm fine. Thank you'.

"Alright," Canada said, "I'm going off to my weekend class. The dishes are there for you to do."

With that, the door shut and Aus was all alone again.

Once Aus had (reluctantly) washed Scot's sweatshirt, she cleaned herself up and texted him, asking if he could meet her at a nearby park so she could return his sweatshirt. And he still had her shirt and bra to give back anyways.

Aus arrived at the park early, finding a seat on an empty bench as she sat innocently with his hoodie folded in her lap, as if she hadn't been getting off to its scent earlier.

Maybe she had spent too much time getting ready to come here? She had dressed up a little, but now she felt stupid as she sat alone. It wasn't like she was going on a date. It would be nice to hang out with Scot, though.

A crow landed on the other end of the bench and cawed at her, but it quickly abandoned her as she heard footsteps approaching. She turned, smiling when she saw Scot. "Hi!"

He nodded in greeting, not even bothering to sit down as he thrust a small bag into her hands. "I didn't get a chance to properly wash your things, but I tried using sink water to get the color out. Didn't quite work. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," she smiled up at him, handing him the still warm hoodie, a faint blush on her cheeks when she remembered what she tried to do in it. "I put it in the dryer, so, it's still kinda warm." She chirped, placing the bag next to her feet as she stood up, hugging him before he could say anything else. "Thanks for carrying me back home last night, you really didn't need to do that though."

She pulled away a moment afterwards,watching his face intently.

Scot's face was... blank. As usual. "I couldn't just leave you," he spoke, tucking the folded hoodie under his arm. "I wanted to make sure you got home okay."

Aus giggled a little, crossing her arms.

"No, I mean, you could've just woke me up, silly." She shifted her weight on one of her hips, holding one of her arms and rubbing it gently. "Do... you have anything planned for today?" She cocked her head to the side.

"Yeah. Why, did you want to set something up?"

"Oh. No, not really, I just wanted to see if you were up to hanging out," she shrugged, her smile fading just a little bit. "I'll see you tomorrow, then..?"

There was a strange feeling in her chest. Her heart seemed to yearn to feel his arms around her again, her eyes looked for some kind of reassurance that Scot wasn't going off to another girl, that his lips wouldn't kiss someone else's before they met hers, that they wouldn't kiss anyone else's after her's. But his stone cold face didn't move, didn't flinch, didn't provide any answers.

Oh well. 

he really said ._.