Hello, before you start reading I just want to say, welcome back! I know it's been a while since I mentioned adding more to this. Each one shot is set in a certain time frame and it will be clearer as you read where they are in their life. There might be some sexual content, but nothing to detailed. Also, they'll be relatively long parts. I hope you enjoy x
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There's a certain ticking that fills my ears before I even open my eyes. My senses take hold and I feel the strong arms around me and the hot breath fanning over the side of my neck. It comes in small spurts as he breaths deeply in and out of his nose. My eyes are closed but all I see is darkness. I'd love to see what he's seeing right now in his dream state.
It's been a year since he came back to me. A year since he knocked on my door and told me his deepest confessions. Darkest secrets. His love for me that burned as bright as ever. It took a lot of fixing but here we are. I learned a while ago to make the time I have with others the best because it might be our last. The truth is, is that in the darkest parts of my mind, I'm still taunted by my brother's death and I'm sure I will be for the rest of my life. Some days are better than others. But I keep moving.
My eyes flutter open, taking in the view of my slightly disorganized room. When I turn my head over onto my other cheek, I'm nose to nose with the naked man beside me. His pouty lips look a little swollen still and I can't help but run my finger down the bridge of his nose. On sunny days the sun is already beaming into my room but I hear the soft rain pelt against my window, a gray sky causing my room to be as dim as it can be before darkness swallows it.
It's all so comforting. To be in his arms on a rainy day with little to no care in the world. I move a bit closer to him, our legs tangled still under my thick comforter and my arm draped over his waist. Then I feel his fingers come alive and I look up to see his eyes start to flutter open. His fingertips dance along my spine, taking in its ridges and then the dimples in my back.
"Morning," he smiled tiredly.
"Good morning."
I lean forward and press my lips to his. So soft, so delicate. Our noses brush together as I pull away, eyelashes feeling so long they could get tangled together with his. I press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and close my eyes as I kiss his jawline a few times. Waking up beside him is a blessing. He only arrived a few days ago and isn't staying much longer before he heads back to England to record more music.
"Thanks for listening last night," I whispered.
Brad brushed his fingers over my cheek. Last night, for the first time in weeks, I had a small panic attack that I still felt inside me. He knew what to do, holding me close and rocking me softly against his body, his hand pressed to my heart and my hand to his heart. My heart beats for yours, he whispered to me, and when you're not scared they beat together.
So many times before have our hearts beat as one. Like when we're intimate and our bodies are one, because in those moments, through the thick lust and all the moaning and desire, we're letting our souls intertwine. Then there are other times where our hearts beat together. When he had me pinned down to the couch or the bed and he's tickling my sides. Hearts race in our chests--at the same time--because we're happy and together through exchanges of smiles, laughter and I love you's. Then there was that time, anxious at ever, where I met his family. We held hands on our walk up to the house he grew up in then his mother pulled me into her arms, so welcoming and warm.
"Anything for you." He kissed my nose and gave me a soft, tired smile. "I wish I could be here more, you know that..."
"I do," I replied. "Soon we'll start our lives together. I'm patient because you're patient."
Brad took my hand and laced his fingers with it. He held it between us, steady in mid air as his thumb drew sloppy circles on my palm. In these moments I'm at my most vulnerable to him, not just laying here naked, not because our hearts beat as one, but because I'm so scared of the constant letting go.
We're still so young but I know what I want in life. I know that I want to wake up beside him every morning, not just when he visits or when I visit. It's a cycle of pushing and pulling. We're pulling, but life is pushing.
"We should make some breakfast," he hummed quietly, rubbing my back as I nestled my head into the crook of his neck. "Maybe I can play you a song I've been working on."
"That'd be nice," I whispered, voice still cracking under pressure. Soon my heart would feel the same. Brad kissed my forehead but I grabbed his wrist and looked up into his large chocolatey eyes. "Wait."
He lays here with me, naked bodies pressed together as my eyes flutter shut. I listen to the rain and the faint sounds of New York traffic from outside. Brad's fingers drift up my belly and he brings them to my cheek, kissing my lips so softly. My eyes remain shut but I see sparks igniting in the darkness. His touch is the match and our love is gasoline we drown in.
Then we're ignited, minds swirling with smoke as our judgments get skewed. Lost in touches and kisses and moans and sweat, our bodies rock together as one. He's above me, looking down at me as his hands pins mine down beside my head, fingers laced. Brad leans down and kissed me, thrusting harder until my insides explode. Rainy, lazy days make for the best and most comfortable love, in my opinion.
In the kitchen, his shirt hangs tight on my hips as I walk from the counter to the kitchen island in the middle with a cup of tea in my hands. Brad sits in just his boxers, scrolling through his iPad and looking rather tired. I sit beside him and put my tea down before running my fingers through his hair, nails just barley scratching his scalp but he always likes this.
"Hi, beautiful," he smiled.
He put his hand on my thigh as he slowly turned his stool to face me, knees clashing together when he turned and grabbed my tea from the counter. He brought the mug to his lips and smiled a bit before tipping some of it back. I never cared but it was fun to tease each other a bit.
I gasped playfully, "get your own."
"Never," he smirked. "What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine. Isn't that right?"
"If we were married, maybe," I joked. "I'm only kidding, baby. This is your home...but you still need to make your own tea."
Brad snickered before putting the on the counter. His dimples weren't very deep but I knew when they showed he was happiest. It made my heart flutter.
"Married?" He raised an eyebrow. "Would you like that? You and me, vows and all."
I smiled, feeling color on my cheeks. He took my hand and I took not of how serious he was being, face softened but his eyes dark with curious it's flickering in the specks of lightness. He was truly magnificent to stare at, especially when he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. It made me ache for him.
