i can't believe i published a chapter like this, please douse me with holy water i just

Seth's POV

"Okay, I will. I will. I wi- you're gross and I'm hanging up. Yes I am. I am! That's right, you're my bitch and I'm hanging up on you," I hiss through gritted teeth, furiously searching for the controller on my headphones to end the call. I put the headphones on in the first place so that I wouldn't get in an accident by controlling the car with one hand and holding my phone in my other, but I could have easily murdered myself in the past minute. And the sad part is that this is nothing weird for a Saturday morning.

I sigh again, reaching for my phone on the passenger seat to dial Niall's number, averting my eyes from the road for a couple of seconds. We do this every Saturday, randomly pick two guys from the fraternity to go grocery shopping for the upcoming week. This also includes cigarettes, condoms and booze for the parties; and magically, his and my name got pulled out of the fedora last night. I haven't even had enough time to mentally prepare myself for pushing a cart for an hour straight, Niall's impatience and having my car stop twenty times on the way back because of the pressure of the bags.

I drop the item on the seat again, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel as I wait for him to answer. It's not even noon yet, I had to get up early on a Saturday morning for this crapola, and if he doesn't pick up in point two seconds I will legit make him sit on the hood of the car while I drive eighty miles per hour through a thickly wooded forest.

"Wait, wait- stop it! Hold on, I gotta answer this." I roll my eyes and grip the wheel tighter; this is something right at the top of the list of things I hate the most, when I'm so fucking pissed I could kick a puppy without regretting it, and my best friend is giggling with his girlfriend on the other line. "Good morning Seth, how you doin'?"

"I'm doing peachy." I narrow my eyes at the road ahead of me, imagining his happy face and wanting nothing but to punch it. "I'm on my way, are you ready?" I ask, purposefully not reminding him of the occasion; to see if he actually remembers or if he's gonna give me another reason to want to punch him.

"Not even close," He replies casually – it saddens me that I'm not surprised one bit. "I still have to... get out of bed and all that."

"Hi Seth." While I'm always delighted to be in the presence of the pole dancer he lives with but whose pants he hasn't gotten into, Freya's chirpy voice and the way she's dragging my name out is adding another person to the list of people I want to kill. I have too many hateful lists.

"Freya," I say flatly to greet her back – that's one sad greeting – and focus on getting Niall to get up. "If you don't mind sweetheart, I'd love to steal your boyfriend for a couple of hours. Promise we won't make out or anything."

"Aw, do you have to go?" She asks, obviously not me, her voice becoming distant as the two of them engage in a hushed and giggly conversation- I'm going to fling something at the car in front of me if this continues.

"Alright, Seth, um- what did you actually call for?" Niall asks, finally, actually talking to me this time.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask if you have half of the list?"

"Um... uh, yeah."

"Do you have it with y-"

"Could you hold on for a second?" He interrupts me, and the shuffling on the other side indicates he'd taken his phone off his ear without waiting for my reply; I'm seriously going to fucking-

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I frown as I hear his muffled voice on the other side – clearly he hasn't even covered the speaker properly – and widen my eyes as much as I physically can as I hear another faint voice mumble something that awfully sounded like 'taking care of you'. Taking care of you. Taking fucking-

"Oh my God," I quietly whine, squeezing my eyes shut in realization. I swear to God, if she 'takes care of him' while he's on the phone with me, I will have to go to church three times a day for a year.

"Now is when you decide to do this?" He says- that's right, Niall, tell her what's up. Or try to, at least.

Another few incoherent words from her later, I hear Niall bringing his phone back to his ear and dear lord do I hope he's breathing loudly because there's not enough air in the room and he's choking. "U-um, what were you saying?" He asks, trying to make his voice sound casual but failing for the obvious reason. The reason I don't want to be aware of.

"I was saying-"

"Wait, hold on again," He breathes out, again, and I want to shoot myself again. Not that I stopped wanting to do that though.

"Please tell me he's going to tell her to fucking stop, I'm going to fucking-" I cut myself off and lightly knock my palms against the steering wheel in slight anger; of course he's not going to tell her to stop. I wouldn't care if Barack Obama was on the other line, I'd tell him to hold on if a girl was giving me a-

"Okay, okay, I'm here. What'd you need?" Niall says, and for a second I shake my head at how he's breathing – slow and audible. Too slow and audible for me to not get inappropriate images in my head.

"Um, so, you have your part of the list right?" I ask, pretending I'm completely clueless. I wish I was absolutely dumb when it came to these things, I wish I went to school to become a fucking priest.

"Yeah," Niall replies, in a tone that makes me want to throw up on the spot – and will probably continue making me want to throw up on the spot.

"Do you have it with you?"

"Mhm."

"Right, tell me, did you remember to put down cream cheese?"

"Fuck yes."

"...What?"

"What?" Niall says, his voice magically going back to normal; and a little panicked. "Yeah, cream cheese, yes, because Rakesh almost killed Keith and Keith for not getting it last week. Had to go downtown and buy it himself. Said this country is way more fucked up than he already thought it was."

Props to him for managing to enunciate three sentences while getting head. "Right, I don't want that happening again," I say calmly, coughing a bit at the end. That's all I really called him for, and I heard a lot more than what I bargained for. "Okay, I'm almost-"

"Wait, wait-" He gasps, and I hear him knocking the phone against a soft surface, probably the mattress or a pillow. Just when I think that he's learned how to cover the speaker, I make out the words 'where the fuck did you learn to do that' and 'fuck, just like that princess'.

I really hope there's a dump truck around the corner and I really hope I'm going to drive right into it and I also really hope I'm going to die.

"Niall? Ni- Niall," I call, gripping the wheel tighter. I hope lightning strikes me next time I try to call him when I know he's with Freya and they're alone.

"Hey, I'm- look, I'll be ready in a minute, are you in front of the building yet?" He says, all in one breath, not even trying to sound calm and collected anymore. Why Niall. Why are you not trying to sound calm and collected anymore.

"No, but I'm near, so..." I trail off, grimacing and how loud his breathing is becoming- is this really how we sound?

"Okay, I'm gonna be right down, I'm- I'm coming."

Well that is just unacceptable.

I press the controller on my headphones to end the call, furiously, multiple times, unintentionally playing and pausing the last song I listened to several times; I'm either going to need a therapist, church or hell after this conversation.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts, and focus on not literally driving into any vehicle ahead of me – no matter how dead talking to Niall made me want to be, I don't want to die because of that. But Jesus Christ, it's one thing to hear about it, and it's a complete other thing to hear it actually happening to someone else.

After driving for another few minutes and successfully making it alive to Niall's building, I park the car next to the sidewalk just as I see him walking out; and if anything is going to make me feel better today, it's how he looks. Clothes literally thrown on, hair disheveled and sticking out at all angles, limping like his legs are jello, eyes wide like a lost puppy in the rain. The innocent son of a bitch. Doesn't even know what hit him.

I clear my throat and discreetly look out the windshield as he opens the door of the car, and lets his body fall onto the seat – before jumping up. "I, uh, I-I sat on your..." He mumbles hurriedly, pulling the items from under his ass, "Your phone. Sorry."

Snorting as he leaves them on the dashboard – with shaky hands – I turn my head to look at him. He truly looks like he just came out of another dimension. "How was your morning?" I ask, starting the car again; if anything besides his appearance is going to make me feel better, it's taunting him about our phone talk.

"Um..." He starts, and I glance at him again as I drive; he knows what I'm doing. He's just still baffled. "Interesting."

I chuckle, attempting to be quieter by biting on my lower lip, and ending up just grinning at the road like a retard. "Did you return the favor?" This is what I was talking about, it's a completely different thing when I just talk about it. I do not, however, want to hear it happening to a friend of mine ever again.

"Um, I... no?"

"No?" I repeat, giving him a look to which he doesn't respond at all; he's barely moved a facial muscle anyway. "You got head before noon, and you didn't return the favor?"

"Well I, sh- I didn't make her do it," He stammers, finally turning his head to me while I'm looking in front of us. "She just- I don't- I mean she just... went for it. We were in bed, cuddling and kissing and being stupid, I don't know what happened."

"That's no excuse for not returning the favor."

"She wouldn't let me," He says, running his hand through his hair- did he actually try to do it? "I- obviously I wanted to, I wanted to fucking do it since I met her, but she was against it. And you weren't really helping either."

"I hung up before you were done, don't blame it on me-"

"You were rushing me! Her excuse was that you're waiting for me and that I need to leave and shit, why did I leave?"

I burst into a short laughing fit, Niall's expressions and reactions making up for making me suicidal a few minutes ago. "Promise me you'll return the favor when you get back home."

"What- promise you?"

"I had to listen to you get sucked off from start to finish, yes, promise me."

"You could have hung up-"

"And have Rakesh bitch about cream cheese not being on either halves of the list?" I widen my eyes slightly at him, "Hell no."

Niall sighs, looking out the windshield with pursed lips, reminding me I should be looking in that direction too. "I can't promise you that," He finally says, after a minute, "I mean I can't force her into it. She might be into, you know... giving without receiving."

I lick my lips, releasing them with a loud pop – and he already knows I'm going to start going Einstein on him. "You know, in my twenty-two years of experience-"

"-and only five years of actual experience," He corrects me, to which I shrug; a bit hesitantly, but it's true either way.

"Fair enough. In my five years of experience, there's not a single girl that said she didn't like it when... you know, after she actually got the feel of it. So maybe she just hasn't..." I shrug again, "Gotten the feel of it. If she uses 'because it's gross' as an excuse, then she really hasn't gotten the feel of it."

"Alright," Niall says, dragging the word out in annoyance. "Please keep in mind it's my girlfriend you're talking about."

"She's not just your girlfriend, she's a human being with needs-"

"That was the first time I referred to her as my girlfriend in the presence of another person, you will not ruin it for me."

I snort at his statement, deciding to play along. We're very different in the girls department; he, for example, in actuality enjoys being in a committed relationship. "Okay," I sigh, and purse my lips as another short silence takes place. "Did you enjoy it?"

I smile widely again as Niall groans, barely audible, but loud enough for me to feel satisfied about further tormenting him. "You're asking that like it was my first time."

"Well wasn't it?"

I notice him turn his head to me, and I can almost feel his glare making a hole in the side of my head. "With her, yeah, clearly," He mumbles, averting his eyes to the street- so I heard Freya giving him head the first time. Aw. "But generally, no. Remember that waitress at Subway, one with the pixie haircut?"

"Oh," I nod slowly in realization, "Yeah. She was something. I was tempted to give her my number instead of yours."

"Yeah, well... thanks for not doing that," He mumbles awkwardly, and I fight the urge to laugh in his face; he's so innocent. We're talking about him getting a blowjob, and he's still so innocent.

"No problem," I reply casually, "Do you remember her name?"

"Sierra." Sierra from Subway. Got it. "I haven't exactly been with enough women to start forgetting their names yet."

I frown at that, deciding not to take it personally, "Well, you were quite on a roll during the summer." Then I shake my head in fake disappointment, "Whatever happened to you, son?"

"I'd tell you what happened, but you've already met her."

Why is his cheesiness making me smile, what is this? "That's cute," I nod nimbly, "Love is cute. Most of the time, from what I've heard." I turn to face the side of his head, "Is it cute for you, Niall?"

He sighs contently, crossing his arms over his stomach and pulling himself down in the seat; he brings his legs up so his knees are resting against the dashboard and yeah, that pretty much answers my question. "Pretty darn cute," He says in a light tone once he's comfortable in his position.

"Well since life is so cute for you," I pause to lick my lips, "Do tell me, who do I have to kill and resurrect to have a girl that would give me a blowjob before breakfast?"

"Oh, you don't have to do either of that. You just have to get one thing."

"What's that?"

"A girlfriend. I'm serious," Niall continues when I start groaning loudly, "You don't have to be madly in love with the person, you just... find someone you think is pretty and you have fun with and stick to them and have them sleep over and, yeah, that's pretty much it."

I grimace, averting my eyes from the road to think of a person that fits that description. "It's too late for me to date you, isn't it?"

"Hey, I waited on you for seven months, don't blame me for moving on."

I nod firmly, "Then I got no one," I tell him flatly, steering the car to the side of the road as we reach the supermarket. "Seriously. You might need to start giving out my number to girls."

I repeat what I've just said in my head and can't help but think oh, how the tables have turned.

"Hell's gonna freeze over when I start doing that," Niall chuckles, unbuckling his belt to get out. Oh, well in that case, hell is in fact going to freeze over. Naïve Irish pinhead.

I decide not to make any comments as I step out myself, joining him on the other side and walking to the carts whose wheels are hopefully not frozen. "God, I hate doing this shopping shit," Niall mutters, shoving his hands in his pockets as he watches me pull out one, and start heading toward the entrance of the large store. "I've only done it once and I swore I'd kill everybody in my sight if I have to do it one more time. Please give me motivation to not kill everybody in this room."

I raise my brows at his request, actually taking it seriously. "Well, she won't be able to suck you off if you're in prison for murder, you know."

Looking over at Niall I can scarcely fight back a laugh at his face; eyebrows raised, featuring a thoughtful expression, eventually featuring a few quick nods from him. "That's all the motivation I need. Thanks Seth."

If that's all the motivation he needs, then I should really find a girlfriend.

*******

Niall's POV

"Freya?" I immediately call her name, as soon as the front door behind me is closed. Taking off my jacket I prick up my ears, thinking I might be getting a response from her, but I hear nothing through the closed door of the living room. I open it with restraint, frowning a bit when I realize it's empty. Okay, yeah, I know I made her stay in bed longer, but it's past one. It's lunch time. And I'm not seeing her or lunch anywhere.

Kicking my shoes off I make my way to the bedroom door, deciding there's no other place she could be in other than that. I walk right in, without knocking, and tilt my head to the side at the sight; Freya, on the bed, a joint between her fingers and headphones in her ears. She hasn't even changed out of the oversized white shirt she slept in. So much for being a 'morning person', as she likes to call herself.

"Hi," I say slowly, waving at her in case she doesn't hear me because of the music. She looks up from her phone, looking at me with a whimsical expression for a few seconds before bringing the joint to her mouth. That's when it actually hits me what she's doing.

I take a few steps into the room, absentmindedly closing the door while watching her. I don't know when this captivation with her quaintness is going to end, but it's been there since the beginning and while I don't mind it, it's starting to worry me a bit. I feel like I'm starting to treat her like some sort of a mythical entity rather than a human being.

"What're you doing?" I ask lightly, having her take one earbud out when she sees me speaking. I set my knees on the edge of the bed, letting myself fall forward on my stomach, right next to her.

"Chilling," She replies simply, "Want one?" I nod when she offers me a headphone, smiling sheepishly when I recognize the song. Here I thought she only listens to slow music with deep meanings and incoherently sung lyrics.

"Since when do you listen to All Time Low?" I ask, raising a brow at her; Freya glances down at me and just shrugs, looking back at her phone like I didn't even say anything.

"Since you listed them as one of the bands that would be playing in the background while you fucked me."

I'd usually stare at her in disbelief and repeat her words twenty thousand times in my head, but that's nothing; she's been hinting towards sex the entire morning, and then there's also the extracurricular activity we both participated in. The one Seth is going to be giving me shit for for a very long time.

I pull myself further up the bed with my elbows, until I'm able to reach her neck with my lips. Her initial reaction is jerking her head to the side at the ticklish feeling, but then gradually leans it to the other side, giving me more access to her skin. Weirdly I feel more confident about being physical with her, knowing that I'm all she gets and has to take.

She's breathing slowly, barely acknowledging me as she scrolls through her phone. "You wanna fool around?" I ask, quietly, lowering my lips from her ear to her collarbone, kissing the skin around it in an attempt to hide the smile that grew on my face as she inhaled deeply at my question. I pull away from her after a few seconds of silence, to look at her face, it being much closer to mine than I'd expected. Her blue eyes meet mine, and I break the eye contact for a split second as she lifts the blunt to her lips, causing me to lean a couple inches away from her.

"I'm already fooling around," She says gingerly, the smoke leaving her mouth as she speaks, before she blows it out after she's done talking. She turns it around, so that the filter is facing me; and I take the end between my lips, intentionally blowing some of the smoke out in her face.

"Why do you use filters for your blunts?" I ask, the said joint not hitting me at all; to be honest, the reason I pulled on it is because it has a filter. It's too early for me to get high on plants.

"'Cause I don't wanna get high." And maybe she feels the same about it too. "This comes like a cigarette to me. A healthier one, if you like."

I nod, acting impressed by her answer. "You're addicted to it?" I ask again, not looking up at her face until the music in my right ear abruptly stops, and I look up to question her why she paused it; however, her puzzled expression stops me from saying anything.

"No," Freya replies slowly, but the actual answer to my question is more than obvious. Denial is always the first stage. "I just... like it. It's like with you."

I narrow my eyes at her quizzically, seemingly forgetting all about her apparent addiction that I never really paid attention to anymore. "You're comparing me to cannabis? Is that where we've come?"

She grins at me, clearly amused, and turns to the end table to put out the joint in the ashtray- where did that ashtray even come from? "Yes," She responds, turning back to me, and not continuing to talk until she's placed her phone and headphones on the end table too. "I like you, but I don't need you. I choose to be with you because I like you, not because I need you."

"Very poetic," I murmur and reach up to peck her lips, "You sure about the part where you say you don't need me, though?"

"Pretty damn sure, Niall."

"So if a fire broke out and I wasn't here, you wouldn't need to call me?"

"I think you'd be the one calling me if that happened."

She chuckles when I shrug, after contemplating her retort for a few seconds. "There's an extinguisher in the hall, though, think I'd be fine." I nod to reassure her, which makes her nod too; I have a thing for acting tougher than I really am around her, but I'm pretty sure I could control a fire by myself.

"There's probably something else you'd need me for, let's be honest," She tilts her head to the side and gives me a shit-eating grin that I really want to wipe off of her face so badly.

Poking my tongue past my lips, I grip her right thigh and pull her down in the bed a few inches, so that she's in a lying position and her face is right below mine. "I can think of something," I speak up after just watching her face for a while; she's trying to keep her smile present and her expression relaxed, but I can tell her pulse has quickened and there are probably other positions she'd rather be in.

"And judging from this morning, I think you'd be there for me," I keep mumbling in her hair, trying to think of a way to relieve her of the tension. Of course, there's one particular way to do that in my head, but I feel like I'm going to have to push a giant rock up a hill for that.

"Niall," Freya says, carefully, once I put one hand low on her waist and move it to her hips and her other thigh. "We talked about this. I told- I told you I'm-"

"I know," I cut her off, cautiously bringing one leg between hers to hover over her easier. "I know. We don't have to have sex. I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

A sharp breath leaves her lips at my words and her hands rake up my chest, coming to grasp my shoulders. "Could we just wait until I'm okay with sex? I-I don't need that," She breathes out through a smile, "I'm fine with doing you and you not doing me."

I chuckle at her tone, the way she's stammering the words in nervousness, "Have you ever even tried it?"

"Yes," Her answer surprises me a little, "And-and I didn't like it. And when I started dating Craig I told him I didn't like it and he never pushed me into it or anything."

My initial thought is to choke her for bringing up Craig, but then I realize what she'd just said. "I thought he was your only boyfriend," I frown a bit; she made it pretty clear she's done that before she started seeing Craig.

"Well... he was," She says, as if my question was stupid; for a second I'm confused, but then it hits me – the fact that she's only had one real relationship doesn't mean she's never hooked up with anyone before that.

"So," I begin, with a barely noticeable smirk, having her bite her bottom lip at my expression. "You let other boys go down on you, but you won't let your boyfriend do it?"

"Boy," She corrects me, her voice slightly panicked, and I hide my amused smile by leaning down to start kissing her neck again. "It was one boy. I was 16 and at a senior's party and drunk for the first time in my life, and I went to a room to get away from the loud music, and the guy was there doing the same thing, and-and it just happened. And I didn't like it."

"Maybe it's because it was with someone you didn't have feelings for," I mutter, planting small, lazy kisses across the side of her head, around her ear. "Does that make sense?"

"Well... yeah, but-"

"Do you have feelings for me?"

She sighs, slightly frustrated with my question, "This isn't funny Ni-"

"Do you?"

With another sigh, this time one in defeat, she purposely stays quiet for a few moments. "What do you think, Einstein?"

"I think," I start, lifting my head to brush my lips against hers, "I think I'm approaching this the wrong way. Can I try something?"

For the first time, she's genuinely confused; her eyes are slightly wide, lips pursed as she stares at me. I raise my brows, causing her to blink her perplexity away, and give me a hesitant shrug. "Um, you can t-try?"

At her approval, which sounded too much like a question, I nod to myself and look down between us. I take a moment to appreciate that she's not wearing any pants, before using my fingers to warily hitch her worn out shirt up a few inches, having her bend her knees and clench her legs as her underwear comes into sight.

I look back up at her, only propped up on one elbow, to see that she's rigorously watching every move that I make, her lips between her teeth. I swiftly peck her lips, getting her attention. "I'm gonna need you to relax, alright?" I ask quietly, my request making her gulp and involuntarily lay her legs flat on the bed. This doesn't change anything, she's still as tense as a person can physically be.

Seeing no other solution, I lean down to kiss her, this time longer and slower, in contrast to our previous pecks. Freya brings her cold, slightly shaky hands to my face, obviously desperate to focus on anything but what I'm doing with my right hand. For a minute I play with the lace on the hem of her panties, before slowly pushing my fingers past the white cotton material.

She breathes in through her nose, gathering as much air as she can in her lungs as my fingertips reach their first destination; at first she's breathing irregularly, barely kissing me back anymore, but then she pulls away to throw her head back. Her response is interesting to say the least, since I'm not even doing anything. Well, hardly anything.

"Niall," She says, in a tone that's almost warning, while she stares at the ceiling awkwardly. "That's-" My fingers interrupt her as I start moving them around, causing her to frown and part her lips wide, lifting her head to look down, "I hate you so fucking much."

I grin at her breathy response, kissing her jaw as she lays her head back on the pillow again. "I'm gonna assume that doesn't feel as bad as you thought it would?"

"Yeah, that's- that's fine, I guess," She replies, trying to sound normal but we both know she's already falling apart. 'Fine' my ass.

"Okay, what about this?" I question, pushing my hand further to the south, this time a little hesitant about my actions. Her body is, however, responding beautifully – her chin is facing the ceiling again, her back slightly arched and her hand is wretchedly searching for my hair to pull on it. I've been postponing my trip to the hairdresser for two months because of this little shit beneath me, and it's finally paying off.

"I'm gonna assume that feels good too," I say slyly, earning a broken groan from her that brings a smug smile onto my face.

"Lord, I wasn't lying," She breathes out, "I really fucking hate y-shit," She growls out the last word, the way her half-spoken 'you' gradually turned into 'shit' making me laugh for a couple short seconds.

"That's fine too?" I ask, by now rhetorically, purposefully using 'fine' as she did a minute earlier. With one hand firmly gripping the hair at the back of my head, she brings her other one to her face to cover her eyes; and almost shamefully nod her head, indicating it feels fine.

Satisfied with the progress so far, I kiss her cheek once, making a trail from her jaw to her neck to her collarbones, noticing her skin is starting to become clammy. I pull on her shirt with my free hand, with difficulty, to reveal as much of her skin as I can, without having to pull it up from the bottom and take it off her. Though I think it's pretty safe for me to try and do that too.

I look up at Freya's face with my lips just below her collarbones, though I'm unable to see her expression; her head is still tilted backwards, and not to mention her hand over her face that seems to be holding her together.

I return my lips near her ear, causing her to rake her hand from my hair to my neck as she feels my breath on her skin, "Can I try now?" I ask, knowing she knows what I'm implying by that. "I'll stop if you don't like it. But you could give it a try."

She removes her hand from her face, and I lift my head to see the look on her face; she's been at ease this whole time, I can't complain about it. But I can literally feel her tense up at my question.

"U-um, I..." She trails off, closing her eyes for a second to compose herself. I'll never get over the way she's responding to what I'm doing – for the person who's mostly the dominant one in this relationship, she truly is falling apart under my touch. "Okay."

There we go. "Alright," I respond quietly, quite unenthusiastically given that this was my goal from the beginning. I remove my hand from her, delicately pulling her underwear down her legs, and cheer internally when she kicks her legs to get them off all the way. That's what I'm talking about.

I pull my other leg between hers and stand on my knees, kneeling in front of her half-naked self. She doesn't seem to mind that she's so exposed to me though, in fact, when I take the hem of her shirt in my hands, she instantly sits up so I could take it off of her. She lies back down right after, her hands in level with her shoulders as she looks at me, expectantly, even pleadingly.

Throwing her shirt on the other side of the bed, I can't help but smile a bit proudly at how eager she's becoming, and she's not even trying to hide it. I drop onto my elbows over her, giving her one last hard kiss on the lips before trailing down to her neck, chest and before I even reach her stomach, both of her hands are in my hair, already pulling on it. I just hope I still have all of my hair by the time I'm done with her.

*******

i'm veeeeery sorry for not updating sooner, my past two weeks have been shitty and the next two are also going to be shitty and then i'm gonna go into bear mode and hibernate til spring :] also i reached 30k followers (!!!!!) and i want to celebrate it somehow since it's the season of celebrating and all, any suggestions?

how did you like this part? seriously this is the first time i've written something like this and i felt awkward proofreading it so feedback (any kind, positive, negative etc) will be greatly appreciated :D i love you x