polaroid angel - dreamnotfound

˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦

his breath tickles the back of my neck as we cuddle among the sheets. my head feels empty. i've got nothing to say. though the orgasm made me ecstatic for a little while, it's waning now. my body is warm like always whenever dream's around, but on my face is nothing more than a frown.

"you didn't have to pay for a whole suite," i point out, voice low and sleepy.
"but i wanted to," he insists, "i want to enjoy life with you. i wanna make you happy. i'd give you the whole world if i could."
"mm.."

i turn around so that i'm facing him. my arms wrap around his bare shoulders as i lean up to kiss him. his tongue is slow and gentle. it's so passionate that i could cry. my lips are already swollen and bruised from our earlier antics, but that doesn't faze me. fingers run through my hair, pulling me closer. i get lost once again in his sweet affection.

our bodies are pressed together, sharing heat. they're still two separate entities, but our souls are not. they've merged together, united as one. i can feel all his pain, and he feels mine too. i sense his gloom, and he senses mine as well. we're soulmates, there's no doubt in my mind. i couldn't possibly love someone so greatly if they weren't my soulmate.

he's my all, my everything. i wish i never have to leave this bed. but most of all, i wish to spend the rest of my life with him. i want to grow old with him, see the world with him. we would travel from the long, sandy beaches of miami to the widespread taigas of northern russia, and from there to the deepest rainforests of papua new guinea. he would document everything with just polaroids. i can picture it in my mind.

but right now, that's out of the question. his soul is hurting. and it terrifies me. he needs to heal. he needs to get clean, get out of this curse he's become trapped in. i don't wanna think about what could happen otherwise. if i lost him...

if i lost him, i'd lose half my heart too. how would i live on? i wouldn't. i could never wake up in an empty bed without his warm body beside me, his hands rubbing circles on my back, his lips kissing my forehead as i contently sigh. i couldn't make it through the day without him constantly reminding me of how much he loves me.

a lump is forming in my throat, but i quickly swallow it down.

"you know what would make me really happy?" i hint.
"what?"
"if you went to rehab and got clean."

his facial expression stays the same. a lock of hair falls when he shuffles around, hiding his right eye. i softly caress his cheek, feeling his light stubble graze the back of my hand.

"i'll call someone tomorrow," he agrees.
"yeah?"
"yeah. i guess i can start at a therapist's office, right? then they can refer me to somewhere else if it's needed."

i smile. a true, genuine smile. that's a huge step forward for him. from completely denying help to at least contacting a therapist. maybe there's still hope after all.

"i'm so proud of you baby," i praise.
"whatever," he huffs, his cheeks taking on a pink tone.

he's so adorable when he blushes, when his grin just won't stop growing. his brown little freckles mix so nicely with the pink.

"no dream, it's not just whatever! it's a lot of progress. you should be proud of yourself too."
"i haven't even called them yet but, alright," he chuckles, pecking my cheek, "it's so cute that you're hyped."

"of course i am! this is just as much about my life and my future as it is about yours," i explain.
"oh, so our future?" he smirks, "what do you see in our future, then?"

i giggle, resting my forehead against his.

"i see me and you, in a beach house in bali, sipping a tequila sunrise and laughing at something dumb, just enjoying life... and i've got a diamond ring on my finger."

"you think we'll get married?" he wonders, trying to mask his excitement.
"of course," i reply.

my heart flutters when his breathing starts to hitch.

"of course we'll get married."

he rubs his nose against mine before giving it a peck. now i'm blushing too.

"and what do you see in our future?" i ask him, curious.
"hm," he hums, "i see you, naked and on your knees in a hotel jacuzzi in new york city, deepthroating me under the surface like a good boy.."

"oh? and how far into the future would that be?"
"i could go and run the water right now if you want to."

"why not," i mumble, sticking my tongue out at him, "though i don't understand how you can be so horny after we just fucked for that long, but-"
"because i can't resist you."

he straddles me as i lay on my back. the evil smirk on his face alone is enough to get a reaction out of me. he places his mouth close to my ear, whispering his words to make me shiver.

"you're so sexy with your legs spread, when you're just waiting for me to fuck you senseless. and when you choke on my dick and tears run down your face... such a little slut."

he grinds himself against me until i moan.

"f-fuck-"
"it's so easy to turn you on, boo," he chuckles, "c'mere."

without a warning i get picked up bridal style, and he carries me towards the suite's bathroom. the fact that i'm already half hard again is embarrassing. i hide my flustered face in my hands.

"don't hide from me cutie, you're adorable when you're a little horny."

i scoff at his teasing tone.

"shut up, dream."