A strong, tattooed arm had you held in a death-grip as the sunlight warmed your skin and crisp morning air flowed into your bedroom. Shawn's soft snores filled your ears as you let out a sigh of relief, thankful to have him back and all to yourself.

He'd made you a pretty gross omelette for dinner and then pulled you up the stairs after you insisted he stayed over. Nothing even happened, mainly because your previous uncontrollable sobbing had consumed all the energy you had left. He held you against his chest and peppered kisses over your shoulder before falling asleep, but not before telling you he loved you one more time.

"Mmm, morning," he groaned, a smile evident in his voice. His heavy body shifted against you, pulling you even more tightly and re-tangling your legs.

"Morning, baby," you smiled as he loosened his arms and allowed you to twist in his grasp. His lips attached themselves to your forehead as you nuzzled up to his neck, the heat radiating off his chest warming your cold frame.

He pulled away and faced the ceiling, pulling you to lay on top of him. Your head rested where his bare shoulder met his chest as a lazy grin graced his lips and his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"Happy to have you back, baby. So, so happy," he smiled as he rubbed his eyes. "Are you, are you uh, you're happy?" he asked, face suddenly serious as he looked down and met your tired gaze.

"Shawn, are you kidding me?" you smiled, "I'm over the fucking moon."

"Thank God," he grinned again, peeling the covers back. "I'm just gonna brush my teeth, I'll be right back," he spoke softly, crawling out of bed. You followed, positive he would need a toothbrush.

"Here," you said, passing him a brand-new manual toothbrush from one of the drawers in your washroom.

"Thank you," he smiled, carefully putting a glob of toothpaste on the bristles and shoving it in his mouth. "Why do you have these?" he mumbled, mouth leaking with white foam.

"For people like you," you giggled and bumped your hip against his, meeting his gaze in the mirror as you brushed your teeth too.

"Won't have to be worrying about that any longer, though, babe," he smirked as you shot him a questioning look. "You have a boyfriend now."

Your heart stopped for a second, unsure if you'd heard him correctly. Yeah, you'd gone on a few dates and were a thing, but nothing was official.

"Do I?" you smiled, quickly running the bristles over your tongue before rinsing your mouth out. Shawn followed suit and splashed cold water on his face, abs contracting as the cool temperature shocked his warm skin. His black boxer briefs didn't leave much to the imagination and you already felt a familiar ache between your thighs.

"Do you want to? Have a boyfriend?" he asked, reaching for your hands and walking you back into your bedroom.

"I mean, yeah," you breathed, a tiny grin creeping up your cheeks. "I just, I wasn't sure if we were there yet? I dunno what it would be like," you trailed off, releasing an involuntary squeal as he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed, immediately crawling on top of you. "Shawn! What're you doing?" you giggled, struggling to breathe as his lips touched every bit of your face.

He responded between kisses, his sentence broken up by the sound of his mouth smooching your cheeks, "I'm, showing, you, what, it would, be like, to, have, me as, your, boyfriend," he managed to speak over your laughter.

"Okay, okay!" you smiled, grabbing his face in your hands and pushing it back a few inches. His honey eyes met yours and his lips formed a small upward curve as he looked at you with extreme fondness and awe. He pushed his cheek into your hand and turned his face, pressing a soft kiss to your palm.

"Babe, I'm serious," he breathed, "I'm having a little party this weekend, the night after my gig. Saturday. My friends are gonna be there and I want you to come, too. You know, as my girlfriend," he said softly, bracing himself for your answer.

"Hmm," you mumbled, pretending to think about it. "Tell me, Mendes, what exactly would being your girlfriend entail?" you smirked, fingers trailing down his bare chest as he hovered over you.

"Mm, what would it entail?" he said softly as he dipped his head down and planted a few wet kisses on your neck. His hands danced around the hem of your sleep shirt, pulling it up a bit to reveal your stomach. "Lots and lots of kisses, that's for sure," he smiled as he shifted his weight, inching down your limp body.

His lips kissed up your belly while he pushed the shirt up further, stopping when it was barely covering your boobs. You threaded your fingers through his chocolate locks, smiling down at him as his gaze met yours.

"Lots of bad jokes," he giggled, kissing along your ribs softly. "Lots of love," he breathed, pushing your shirt up and planting kisses up the valley between your breasts. Your breath hitched as he took your right nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue over the sensitive skin, tugging softly with his teeth. He broke into a smile against your skin at the feeling of your grip on his hair tightening. "Lots of dogs," he giggled, nodding his head toward the fluffy balls of fur curled up on the floor. "Lots of this," he said softly as he met your lips, gently touching his to yours. He began kissing down your neck, skipping over your bunched-up shirt and trailing his tongue down your stomach.

"Oh, and lots of pleasure," he breathed, hooking his fingers into your panties and tugging them down your thighs. Your stomach twirled at his actions, completely shocked and soaked by his boldness. He settled between your thighs as you allowed your legs to fall open, revealing your aching core.

"Fuck, so pretty," he breathed against your heat, meeting your desperate gaze as he licked a hot stripe from your entrance to your clit. You groaned in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it. His fingers danced up your thighs and began teasing your entrance, leaving you squirming under his touch.

You were soon interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. Shawn lifted himself off you and began looking around for some clothes to throw on before seeing who was there.

"Shawn, just leave it," you groaned as he pulled his sweatpants up his long legs. "Really, babe, if it's important they'll leave a note."

"I'm gonna get the door and come right back, don't worry," he smiled, pulling his black t-shirt over his head and disappearing behind your bedroom door. You laid there for a second, staring at the ceiling and thanking your lucky stars for having someone like Shawn in your life. It wasn't until you heard shouting downstairs that you got up and rapidly pulled some pyjamas on, heart racing at what could possibly be going on.

"Because she fucking called me!" you heard as you raced down the stairs, trying your best not to lose your balance.

"Then she goddamn hung up, what the fuck don't you understand?" Shawn shouted back.

"Your little girlfriend wants me. Get over it, pretty boy," the familiar voice sneered, turning your stomach as you rounded the corner.

Greg stood at the front door just inches from Shawn, who appeared to be shaking with anger. Your fearful eyes met those of your ex, earning a smirk from him as he looked back to Shawn.

"Bet you can't even fuck her right," he whispered. Something in Shawn snapped as he lurched at Greg, causing Greg to take a swing at him. It was a matter of seconds before Shawn was down, taken aback by the sudden impact. You raced over to them, screaming at Greg to leave while Shawn tried his best to get up.

"Shawn, no!" you yelled, jamming yourself between them. "It's not worth it," you turned to Greg, "Get the fuck out of here and never come back," you said sternly, beginning to shut the front door.

"Why'd you call me last night?" he grinned, shaking his sore fist out.

"Wrong fucking number," you said flatly, slamming the door shut and turning to Shawn. He was sitting up on the tile floor, blood dripping from his lips as he clutched his jaw.

"Oh, honey," you frowned, plopping yourself down beside him. "Are you okay?" you asked, gently pulling him into your arms and rubbing small circles on his back. "Shh, it's okay," you cooed, heart breaking as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. "Babe, what happened?"

"He was at the door asking for you," he said with a deep sigh, "and I said he should leave. Then he said you called him and a bunch of other stuff about you, bad stuff," he squeezed you a little tighter, "I just, I dunno, I snapped. I'm really sorry," Shawn spoke shakily.

"That wasn't vert smart of you, you know," you whispered, "to even answer the door."

"I know," he breathed.

"Come on," you spoke, climbing to your feet. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You pulled him up the stairs and into your washroom, forcing him to sit on the toilet as the dogs watched intently. His lip was split and bleeding, and he had another cut on his cheek. Greg sure landed the punch. Shawn's jaw was already bruised and slightly swollen, and you were trying to be as gentle as possible.

"Ouch," Shawn hissed as you cleaned the cut on his cheek, carefully dabbing it with peroxide.

"I know, babe, but I gotta clean it," you repeated a few times, attempting to do it as quickly as you could. You were careful with his lip, holding his head in place because he kept instinctually leaning out of your reach. "Babe, please help me help you," you pleaded, sitting on his thighs as you carefully cleaned up the cut.

"Can we just take a shower or something?" he groaned, hand clutching his sore jaw.

You sighed, finishing up with his split lip. "Sure, babe. But do you really need me in there?" you smiled, pulling him into a little warm hug.

"Yes," he spoke, causing you to lean back and raise your brows at him. "Baby, I just took a steel fucking punch for you. Let's get naked," he smirked, wincing as it hurt his lip.

You giggled at his reasoning, unable to argue as you got to your feet and pulled your shirt over your head. You helped him get out of his clothes, weary of his sore body from hitting the floor earlier. It really seemed to have sucked the energy from him.

"I really wanna wash your hair," he mumbled, leaning against the tile wall.

"You don't have to," you spoke, coating your hair in shampoo yourself.

"I know, fuck, I'm sorry," he frowned, surprisingly maintaining eye contact. You, on the other hand, not so much. That v-line was calling your damn name. He watched as you rinsed your hair and coated it with conditioner, stepping out of the water stream and pulling him under it.

"Thank you," he mumbled, closing his eyes as the hot water washed over his face. You poured some shower gel into your hand and began soaping his naked body, creating a lather over his chest and arms. "That feels nice," he groaned as he towered over you, softly running his fingers over your soapy hips. He leaned down and puckered his lips, silently asking for a kiss as you very softly kissed the corner of his mouth, avoiding where he'd hurt himself. He broke into a lazy smile as his fingers found your wrists, pushing your hands lower. He led you right to his hardening cock, tossing his head back as you ran your fingers over his shaft.

"Shawn, I'm supposed to be washing you," you giggled, pressing your forehead against his wet chest.

"You are," he smiled, jutting his hips forward and bumping your abdomen with his member. You reached back and soaped his bum, causing a giggle to escape his lips. You gave your head a little shake, slipping under the shower head with him and rinsing your hair out. He couldn't help but reach for your soft breasts, lightly massaging them as you tried your best to focus on removing all of the conditioner from your hair.

You were both free of soap by the time you were done, leading you to shut the water off and help him out of the shower. "How's the jaw, bub?" you asked.

"Hurts, but was almost worth it," he winced, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"Almost?"

"Yeah. Would've been worth it if you'd let me hit him back," he said flatly, peeling your brush from your hand and running it though your hair. You watched him in the mirror as he worked the bristles through your wet locks, a look of concentration taking over his bruised face. Even like this, he was still so beautiful. Tears welled in your eyes as your gaze traveled from his face to his shoulders, and then to his gentle hands on the occasion you could see them in the reflection. He was a huge fucking teddy bear and you wanted nothing more than to snuggle up with him and shower him with kisses.

"Come on," you mumbled, abandoning your tangly hair and pulling him back into your bedroom. You dropped your towel and pushed his to the floor, causing him to raise an eyebrow as you pulled the covers back. "In you get," you said flatly, rolling onto your side so he could snuggle up to you. He quickly obliged, carefully placing his head on your pillow and pressing his naked front against your naked back.

"I'm sorry, too," you mumbled, running your fingers up and down his forearm.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, inhaling the scent of your clean hair as he nuzzled up to your body.

"I'm sorry my ex is a dick, and I'm sorry I called him," you spoke softly.

"Babe, don't even worry. Onto better things," he smiled, snaking his fingers up your stomach and resting them over your boobs.

"Shawn," you sighed, looking back at him as he smirked at you.

"Baby," he responded flatly, pressing his crotch into your ass. His cock was hard and between your legs, his shaft very obviously rubbing against your folds. It didn't help that you were dripping. His hand soon left your middle as he gripped his length and you lifted your leg, allowing him to tease your slick entrance with his tip. It was warm and firm and you wanted nothing more than the be filled out by him.

"Shawn, you need to rest," you groaned into the pillow, aching to feel him inside you. "And I don't have any condoms."

"I'll go get some," he responded instantly, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

"No, babe. Just lay with me. Your face is all beat up," you sighed, cursing yourself for using your last one two months ago with some guy you'd met at the bar up the street.

"Babe I'll literally go right now," he spoke softly, "let me make love to you."

Your stomach twirled at his words, contemplating testing your chances and taking him right there.

"Shawn, not now," you mumbled. "Your face, it hurts," you giggled, unsure of what to say.

"Fuck, you're right," he groaned, releasing his cock and wrapping his arm around you again. "But this doesn't mean I'm not gonna finish what I started this morning."