Good Fit

Sunflower, Vol. 6

You groaned at the sound of your alarm. The phone screen was bright and stung your sleep laced eyes. You felt a familiar arm snake around your waist as you were scrolling through all the emails you managed to miss throughout the night. He pulled your closer to him, nuzzling your neck, tickling you with his bed head. He lightly kissed the back of your shoulders, feathering kisses along your exposed skin. You leaned back against his chest, "Colson, I have to get up. I can't be late again." You had shifted and could see the playful disappointment in his eyes. He huffed, "Come on, what's the point of being in charge if you can't use it to your advantage sometimes?" You shook your head and rolled your eyes, "I'm not in charge, I still have a whole board that I report to." He knew your work was important to you and this wasn't a disagreement he was going to win, no matter how hard he tried, "Fine. Leave me, I guess." He pressed a long kiss to your lips and you felt his lashes flutter against your cheek. You tapped the tip of his nose with your finger, "Don't pout. Why don't you come over after I get off work? I don't think I have to work late." He propped himself up on his elbows, "Your place?" You shook your head at him, confused, "Yes, my place. Is that a problem?" He reached out beckoning you to come back to bed, once again, "You always stay here. This is like the fifth night you've stayed here this week." You giggled as you made your way to the bathroom, "You have a better shower than me." You could hear Colson shout from the bedroom as you splashed your face with cold water, "Oh yeah, I'm sure that's why."

He did have a better shower, but you had also developed this sort of routine. A nice, safe routine that finally felt organic. For so many past relationships there had always been something forced. Whether it was pretending to laugh at his friends or the fact he always had to be the smartest in the room. There was something different about the time you had spent with Colson. He was a comfort you thought you would never have. A slight smile crept across your face every time he absentmindedly drummed a beat with his fingers. The soft snores that filled the air as you typed into the early hours of the morning soon became your favorite song. His touch simultaneously melted your heart and left lines of fire on your skin. You felt everything all at once with Colson, in a good way. You wanted to wrap yourself up in the way he made you feel and just exist in that feeling forever. You wanted to exist with him forever.

You were jolted from your thoughts by Colson's bare feet padding across the ice-like bathroom floor. You jumped slightly and he took notice, "Someone's jumpy." You continued to run your brush through your hair, "I'm not jumpy, I was just lost in thought." He stood behind you, you looked up at him through his reflection. He placed his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze before running his fingers down your arms, "What are you thinking about?" You gave him an innocent look, "Nothing." He turned you around to face him placing his hands on the counter on each side of you. He lightly pressed his body against yours, "Oh come on, I know you better than that. You're never just thinking about nothing." You wrapped your arms around his bare torso and buried your head in his chest, "Don't laugh." He wiggled out of your grip so he could look at you, "Why would I laugh?" You could feel the heat in your cheeks, "I'm just thinking about how happy I am." His angular features seemed to soften, "Why would I laugh at that?" You shrugged, his gaze burning a hole through you, "I don't know, it's cheesy." He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you felt your heart flutter, "I like cheesy." You couldn't figure out why but you wanted to cry, it was almost out of relief. You cleared your throat, trying to hide your emotion, "I gotta get ready for work." He stepped to the side letting you get on with your routine, "I'll come over later." You just shook your head as you pulled your sweater over your shoulders.

It was nearly eight before you had managed to find your way home. You felt bad for telling Colson that you weren't working late then sending your normal, "still at the office. x" text. He was always very understanding, probably because you extended the same sentiment whenever he had a late night in the studio or a longer than usual rehearsal. You fumbled with your lock bracing yourself for the probably now dead plants you had neglected while at Colson's. You tried to close your door quietly when you noticed Colson sprawled out on your way-to-small-for-him couch. His arms were crossed and his head was leaning back against the wall. His nose twitched a little whenever the cool air from the ceiling fan passed across his face. You walked over to him and slightly shook his foot, you didn't want to scare him. You whispered, "Colson." He groaned, pretending not to wake up. You sat down next to him and blew in his year, "Baby, wake up." He playfully swatted at you keeping his eyes closed. You rolled your eyes, "Come on, scarecrow I'm hungry." His eyes shot open and his jaw dropped, pretending to be offended, "You know I hate it when you call me scarecrow." You laughed, pleased with yourself, "It got your attention though." He pressed his lips against yours and you hummed. He stood up and stretched his arms above his head, "How was your day?" You swept your hair up into a messy bun on the top of your head, "It was fine, just a lot of work. I'm tired." He pulled you up off the couch, "And hungry?" You nodded, "And hungry."

The two of you crossed the room to your tiny kitchen. You shuffled your playlist and let it play lowly over the speaker that lived on your counter. You started rifling through your fridge, "You know, I don't really have anything. I haven't been home in like a week." Colson set two packs of ramen on the counter, "Looks like it's a noodle night." You began to sway to the soft melody of Champagne Supernova as you filled a pot with water. Colson placed his hands on your hips and began to sway with you. You set the pot down on the counter as he spun you around on the cold tile floor. You pressed up on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pretending you could reach it without him slightly bending down. He slightly crouched down and pressed his lips against your ear and softly sang along, "A dreamer dreams she never dies." You echoed back, "Slowly walking down the hall." He slowly pressed his lips against yours before turning you around, your back meeting his chest. You stayed like that for a few minutes before turning back around to meet his lips. You were lost in each other, limbs tangling together while Harry Styles started to play in the background. Colson lifted you onto the cold kitchen counter. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, "You know, I'm not that hungry anymore." He pressed a chaste kiss to your jaw, "Yeah, me either." The music was still playing in the background, "Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor..."

Colson slid your sweater off your shoulders as you pulled the hem of his shirt over his head. His shirt, soon joined by yours, in a heap on the floor next to you. You both reached for each other's waistbands. Colson took hold of your wrists and pressed your hands against the kitchen counter, sucking lightly on your collarbone. You slightly lifted your hips to make it easier for your jeans to slide down your thighs. Colson trailed wet kisses until he met your hip bone, his calloused fingers pressing into the soft skin of your inner thigh. His hot breath wafted over you and you shivered in anticipation. You tried closing your legs around him but he met your knee harshly with the palm of his hand. Your breath was uneven and you were almost too frustrated with his slow actions to enjoy anything. Your fingers found his messy locks and you pushed them off his damp forehead, fingers lacing with the blonde strands. You breathed out his name as your hand found his chin, urging him to come up and meet your lips. Your lips pressed together feverishly like you had been deprived of his touch for too long, a whole 12 hours.

Colson wrapped one arm around your back and the other around your hip. He lifted you off the counter, nearly tripping over the pile of discarded clothes on the way, found his way to your bedroom. You sat on the bed as he stood above you, his icy blue eyes now dark with need. You shoved his jeans down his thighs until they pooled at his ankles. He kicked them to the side as he moved to hover over you. You slightly leaned up pressing a kiss to his chest as you took him in your hand. He pressed his lips to yours, moaning into your mouth as you began to slowly move your hand up and down his length. He breathed against your neck, "Not like this." You repositioned yourself farther up on your bed, your head slightly propped up by pillows. He followed your movements. You stroked his cheek with your thumb, "I love you so much." He pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand, "I love you." Colson's head dropped into the crook of your neck as he slowly pushed into you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, frozen in time for a minute, taking in the intimacy. You connected your lips to his, "You can move, ya know." He stifled a small laugh, "Right." He slowly circled his hips, it was deliciously agonizing. You could feel your stomach tighten as a heat rose within you. You could barely choke out a word, "More." He quickly obliged, his rhythm picking up, becoming more erratic. You could tell he was close as his thrusts become short and sporadic. His words were breathy, "God, fuck." You dug your heels into the back of his thighs, burying him deeper than he already was. A look of concern spread over his face, "I'm gonna..." You cut him off mid-sentence crashing your lips into his, squeezing your eyes shut.

He collapsed on top of you. His sweaty forehead was sticky against your bare chest. You raked your fingers through his hair as he took your fingers in his hand, dancing along your fingertips with his. You basked in the afterglow until your breath steadied. You could stay like this forever, you wanted to stay like this forever. You closed your eyes, Colson shifting so that all of his weight was no longer on you. Your bare legs intertwined, the cool night air from your open window washing over your bare skin. Goosebumps erupted everywhere as he traced small circles on your hip. This was a perfect moment. Your comfortable silence was broken when Colson's shrill ringtone started playing from the other room, "I'm gonna let it go to voicemail." You just nodded. His phone rang again, he huffed in annoyance, "I guess I'll get it." You could hear his tone shift into confusion and panic. You shouted out, "Everything okay out there?" He trudged, standing in the doorway, "We forgot to pick Pete up from the airport." You scrunched your brows in confusion, "I thought he didn't land until like almost ten." Colson pointed to the analog clock sitting on your dresser, "It's almost ten." "Shit."