Infatuation (Ralph Fiennes One-Shot)

Ralph Fiennes One-Shot

“Katie….” He groaned into my mouth, pulling away fractionally, our lower bodies still pressed together but our lips separated a few precious inches “Tell me to stop. Tell me to get my hands off you and to get the hell out of this room, or I swear I won’t be able to do so”

“I don’t want you to” I whispered, leaning in to kiss the tender spot just underneath his jaw, his beard tickling my cheek.

“You should, Katie. You’re drunk…..and one of Josephs little friends” he gritted, a muscle in his jaw ticking when I pressed every curve of my body against the entire length of his. The night air was chilly and I felt goosebumps erupt over my body as I tried to snuggle in closer to him, enjoying his bodily warmth.

“Stop calling me Katie” I chided, tongue teasingly darting out to nick his earlobe, causing him to hiss “I stopped being ‘little’ a long time ago…..”