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Song: March Into The Sun by Echosmith
Once you were ready about 20 minutes later, you came down the stairs and when the couch came into view, you could see that Chris was laying on it, sleeping. He was on his back and had his head against the arm rest with one of his arms bent over his head. His feet were both still on the floor, one of his legs stretched out and he was snoring softly.
You smiled sympathetically and wondered if he had come over straight after his flight, leaving him feeling exhausted. You walked around the couch with light steps. You saw that there was just enough room on the edge of the couch to perch one side of your butt next to his side. As you sat, he stirred a little and you placed your hand on his chest.
His eyes opened and blinked a couple times as he laid a hand over yours and he smiled softly, his voice sleepy, "Hey."
"Hey.", you replied.
His eyes closed again and it took him a beat to remember where he was... And that you were his girlfriend now. The corners of his mouth pulled up at the thought while he gripped your hand at his chest and pulled it towards his head to pull you closer and over him.
You started laughing, "What are you doing?"
He opened his eyes, wrapped his arm near the couch around your back and lifted his head to see where your legs were. His other arm reached down and hooked under you knees and pulled you onto him completely. You squeaked and giggled, which made him let out a quick chuckle; it was kind of awkward, considering the way you had both been positioned. He replied, "I need a blanket made of my beautiful woman." You smiled sweetly and he kissed your lips quickly and noticed the awkwardness of how you both were. He shifted, stretching his inside leg down the length of the couch and effortlessly moved your lower half over his, your legs coming to rest between his own.
You laid your head on his chest. "It's kind of fun when you manhandle me.", you joked.
He stroked your hair, "Oh, you just wait, honey."
You felt a fluttering between your hips and let out a low sound that was half chuckle, half hum. You listened to his heartbeat for a moment, feeling the familiar comfort that you never realized before now that only his heart could provide you. You closed your eyes and got lost in it for a minute as he continued to hold you and stroke your hair, getting lost in his own comfort from having you in his arms.
You finally spoke, "So, you fell asleep. Did you come straight from the airport?"
He took a deep breath and started tickling your back, "I got my car first, but I had to see you as soon as I could. And I had to see if you were wearing the ring. Waiting for both those things was torture."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be.", he kissed your head.
"How did you get your car?"
"Sam picked me up and drove me to the house."
"Did everyone know you were coming home but me?", you chuckled.
He let out a soft laugh, "Pretty much."
"That's okay, I made everyone swear not to tell you I was wearing your ring. I wanted you to find out for yourself. I was so excited for you to see."
He pressed his cheek against your head, smiled and gave you a squeeze, "I'm okay with that; gave me to the chance to kiss and hold you right away. Had I found out while we were still apart, it probably would've driven me insane."
You both laughed and you lifted your head to look up at him, "Do you want to just go home and sleep?"
He pulled up a corner of his mouth for a quick beat, "Nah, I got a nap, I'm good for a while. I can sleep later."
"Kay.", you beamed and puckered your lips out at him as far as they would go.
He chortled and lifted his head to give you a quick peck, "You're so damn cute. Too many times that I've been away from you since we met and missed so many things... Never again."
Your heart swelled and you wondered how many times in a day a person could give another butterflies. You knew now that this was right; you and him. You knew. You wished you hadn't waited so long to accept his love because you understood now that you always wanted it, but you also knew that you had to work through your feelings about Sebastian, because now, you could give Chris all of you. And Nat was right, this time apart made your relationship stronger. So strong that now you wanted to tell him every minute...
"I love you, Chris."
He smiled and took a deep breath, shifted you and started to sit up. You took his queue and got up. He stood and wrapped his arms around you once more, looking down at you affectionately, "I'll never get tired of hearing that." He slid a gentle hand along your jaw and placed his forehead against yours, "And I'll never get tired of saying it..." He kissed you so soft and slow, "I love you, (Y/N)."
You both got your coats on and he led you out the door by the hand, waiting as you locked it behind you. He rested his hand on your hip while he was against your backside, his body warming you in the cold. With his other hand, he swept your hair to one side and softly kissed your neck several times as both hands were now on your hips, his thumbs stroking the soft curve of you lower back. His lips paused just long enough for him to speak softly, "I hope it's okay that I can't stop touching you."
You hummed, putting a hand to the back of his head, melting at his touch, "It's more than okay, love."
He was the one melting now at what you called him. He wrapped his arms around your middle and kissed your neck again, "Mmm, good. 'Cause I'm gonna be doing it a lot. I have long time of wanting to touch you that I need to make up for."
He got you both into the car and started down the street. He took your hand in his and rested it on your thigh. You asked, "Where we going?"
He hitched his mouth to the side, squinted an eye and scoffed, "Like you even have to ask."
You smiled, "Sushi?"
"Of course.", he chuckled.
Dinner was full of that touching he had talked about. You sat side by side, either holding hands, your head on his shoulder or his hand on your inner thigh near the knee under the table, tracing light circles with his fingertips. Dear Lord, he sure knew how to touch you perfectly... Making you want him. There were soft, quiet laughs exchanged and he snuck kisses whenever he saw an opportunity. Once your meal was over, you could see how tired he really was now, having a full tummy. He was blinking slowly and his voice was soft with drowsiness.
You leaned closer to his side, your arm around his back and your other hand over his bicep as he leaned toward you to hear you, his forearms resting on the table. You spoke low in his ear, "We should get you home, sleepy bear." You gave him a soft kiss on the neck just under his ear.
He smiled a little and hummed quietly at the cute name you called him and your kiss. God, that felt good. "I still need to take you to a movie, sweetheart."
You smiled at him as he turned his head and kissed your forehead as you replied, "We can put on a movie at home if you want and go to the theater another time. That way you can just sleep as soon as you want. You're barely staying awake, honey."
He took a long blink, "Okay." He fished his keys out of his pocket and handed them to you so you could drive.
On the drive home, he slouched in his seat a bit, but managed to stay awake by talking to you and then texting Sam and Nat back. They had texted him during dinner to ask how things went, but he didn't answer out of courtesy. His hand was resting on your thigh, his thumb stroking it while he held his phone in the other hand, tapping it with his thumb. He appeared to still be incapable of not actively touching you yet. You were glad you were able to concentrate on driving being slightly aroused. You then started to wonder how guys managed to not wreck while driving and getting a blow job. "How do guys not wreck getting head while driving?", you blurted out before you could stop yourself.
Chris's head snapped from his phone in your direction, he blinked rapidly a few times and his eyebrows shot up, "What?!" He chuckled.
"Well, what you're doing to my leg is getting me a little excited and it made me wonder how guys don't drive off the road while getting a blow job."
He removed his hand, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to distract you. And I have no idea; never happened to me."
"Oh. Okay.", you took a mischievous mental note of his response. "I didn't say I wanted you to stop." You put your hand on his resting on his leg and glanced at him smiling, before returning your eyes to the road.
He smiled, took your hand and kissed it, making you glance at him once more, both of you exchanging loving looks. He then put your hand to the steering wheel and returned to resting his on your thigh and continued stroking it.
You hummed and licked your lips, "Mmm, that feels soo good." You glanced at him again, biting the corner of your lip, grinning softly.
He was smiling sleepily; the poor guy. "Touching you feels so good, baby girl."
Oh, wow. My God. So many butterflies. That statement combined with what he called you made you want him so badly now. You just wanted to get him home and get him inside you, that glorious body of his pressed against you... But, he desperately needed sleep. You'd put him straight to bed instead. "I like that.", you responded.
"What?", he asked.
You pulled into the driveway and parked the car, turning it off, "Well, what you said, of course. But what you called me...", you looked at him, "I really like that; gave me butterflies."
"Oh yeah?", he undid his seatbelt and leaned over, putting a hand on your cheek, his other hand still on your thigh, he whispered in your ear as he squeezed the inside of your thigh firmly, "I love you, baby girl.". He then kissed your cheek.
"God, how do you do that?", you inquired, chuckling.
He chuckled himself, sitting back in his seat again, "Do what?"
"Melt my heart and turn me on at the same time?"
"I love you and you love me back. Pretty simple.", he winked.
Once you got in the house, you both got ready for bed. You had brought an overnight bag from Nat's and would pick up all your other stuff the next day.
You both propped some pillows against Chris's headboard and turned on the TV. You both agreed to activate the sleep timer since you both would probably be out soon.
Chris was fading fast, so he wasn't even going to try to watch TV. He gently turned your head with a light hand on your jaw and he kissed you tenderly, softly teasing your tongue with his own and squeezing your side firmly, pulling a quiet moan from you. He hummed in response and then nuzzled his nose against your cheek. "I really hope I don't wake up to find this was all a dream, cuz it sure feels like one."
You turned your head to touch his, lifted your chin, kissed his forehead and gave his arm that was now drapped over you a squeeze, "You won't, honey. I promise."
He smiled and gave you a squeeze back, his eyes already closed as he started to drift off, "I love you, baby girl... So lucky you're finally mine."
"I love you, Chris. I'm a pretty lucky that such a great guy waited so long for me."
He hummed, "You're worth every minute." And he was out.