I've had literally the shittiest week on earth. I don't wanna get into it. Hugs can't solve everything but I still desperately need one. My parents are dead beats and all my friends suck, so the only person left, of course, was my steady hookup.
"Raaaafe," I drag out, slamming his apartment door shut after fiddling with the house key he gave me. I hear no response. I groan and drop my bag down, quickly scanning the kitchen and living room as I lug myself towards his room. "Rafe," I repeat, just before hearing soft snores coming from under his covers.
I sigh, kicking my shoes off and taking my bulky jacket off. I walk over to the side of his bed, his face just barely peeking out over the covers. My heart can't help but melt at his peaceful expression as he sleeps. I feel bad for waking him up but I also don't really care.
I slowly lift his heavy blankets up, sliding underneath. He stirs for a moment, but doesn't even open his eyes as he says, "I'm not in the mood y/n."
"Me neither," I respond, tucking my body between his arms and shoving my head into his chest.
It's funny how he wasn't startled from me breaking into his apartment. Guess I do it a lot. He wraps his arms around me tighter and I throw my leg over his hip. My muscles relax and the tension in my body slowly dissipates from his body heat.
I bring the covers around my neck and cheek and I hum in content. I look up at Rafe whose eyes are still closed and smile to myself. I kiss his cheek and rest my head in the crook of his neck for a moment.
"are you ok baby"
"I'm fine," I lie as he holds me tighter.
"Work?"
"mhm"
He puts his hand on my head and strokes my hair softly. His hand is warm and heavy which feels heavenly on my tense scalp. His hand slides down my side and down along my thigh that rests on him. His touch was honestly irreplaceable.
Of course, sex with Rafe was mind blowing. But I still cherish when he holds me like this. Growing up I scoffed at women in movies who just wanted a "big strong man" to protect them. I get the appeal now.
"You came to me huh" he mumbles. I furrow my eyebrows and lift my head to look at him. He blinks his eyes open and grins at me. "Shut up," I mutter, hiding my smile.
I move strands of hair from his face as he speaks again, "take your clothes off." His suggestion makes my eyebrows raise as I question him. "Not like that, you know what I mean..." Before he finishes his sentence I sit up to slip my uncomfortable blouse off, sighing in relief. I kick my pants off as they join in the pile of clothes on the floor.
I look back to see Rafe tossing his shorts on a chair next to him as he was already shirtless. His room is dark and the dim light barely shines on his toned back. He turns back to me, opening his arms as he lies down. I gladly accept and notice how good his plush blankets feel against my bare skin. "Mmmm," I groan, settling into his grasp.
Rafe's bare, hot skin slides against mine and my eyes close in bliss. I'm seconds away from falling asleep and never waking up. His hand wanders around my back, fiddling with my bra and eventually unclasping it.
I maneuver myself out of it, careful not to reveal myself. I mean, it's nothing he hasn't seen before. He tosses my bra to the ground and pulls me to his chest as it presses against my own.
My heart swells as he kisses my shoulder and rubs my back, his fingers rubbing at the indents that my horrid bra made in my skin throughout the day. "thank you," I mumble, reaching over to his back and gently rubbing my hand over it.
He starts to pepper slow, methodic kisses on my skin: on my shoulder, up my neck, on my ear, across my collar bone. He savors me as he kisses right over my heart, leaving his lips there for several seconds before slowly traveling down. He plants two slow kisses to where my breasts just start to curve out. Something about the way he takes me in makes my heart beat faster in my chest and my whole body tingle.
My breath hitches as he looks into my eyes. His expression is so different. Lust is nowhere to be found. He cups my cheek with his hand, his eyes pleading, but not for sex. His lips start to move, "you're..." he takes a breath-
"you're so beautiful."
he kisses my cheek.
"and so sweet"
he kisses my forehead
"and I love you" he whispers this and kisses my lips.
His words take me aback and my mouth opens. I was already surprised from Rafe's tenderness but him saying he loves me...
His eyes slightly widen with mine as he assures, "You don't have to- I just wanted you to know, you know? I just needed to-"
I cut him off and respond by pressing my lips to his, hard. He pulls away, breathing out, "it's only ever been you, I just needed to tell you so bad-"
"I love you too Rafe," I confess, holding his face in my hands. He smiles and starts attacking me with kisses all over my body and my body shakes from giggles.
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