Started: 15.06.09
Rewritten: 20.08.08
Words: 461
NFF, Smut-ish
You smile as you see him standing on his front porch, with that infectious thousand-watt smile. You do your best to ignore the butterflies you feel in your stomach as you climb up the front porch steps, will you knock it off? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve been here.
Your eyes meet once you join him on the porch, and you can’t help but smile at him, he looks frozen, “… What?”
“N-nothing,” he quickly turns and opens the door for you, “Y-you look beautiful.”
You feel your cheeks flare as you step inside his house, butterflies going crazy as you kick off your shoes, “Y-yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
You try to swallow down the smile you feel at hearing his breathy voice as he closes the door, oh man, has it really been that long? He turns back to you, leading the way up the stairs to his bedroom. You take in a deep breath in a failed attempt to calm your excitement, seriously, why are you so giddy? You’ve done this a million times.
You get inside the privacy of his bedroom, and can’t help yourself as he closes the door. Not so easily, you pin the man to the door, getting up on your tip-toes to capture his lips with yours, finally. You smile against his lips as you pull a moan from him, at least I’m not the only one who’s eager.
You back off him after another moment, brows furrowing in confusion as he chuckles. He moves to the bed, shaking his head as he sits down, patting his lap, “I just didn’t think it’d been that long.”
“Trust me,” you jump up on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “One day without being here feels like a month. That was entirely too long.” You nuzzle his neck, breathing in his scent, “I missed being close to you.”
He brings his hands up your back, eyes shining as he lifts you up, laying you down on the bed, smirk on his face, “Let’s fix that.”
You close your eyes as you feel his lips meet yours again. You wrap your arms tighter around his back, holding him as close as possible, slightly annoyed as you hear the phone start ringing.
His warmth disappears and you groan, “Nooo…”
You open your eyes and sit up, disappointment nearly crushing you as you wake up alone in your room, fuck. You run a hand through your hair and grab your phone, turning your alarm off, I’m starting to dream about him? Oy… You shake your head and let out a heavy sigh, getting out of bed. You move to open the curtains, looking out the window at the dead street, this quarantine cannot end soon enough.
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