Messy Love (Ed Sheeran)

Unexpected Plans

"Barbara, please. It's TMZ," he waved his hands off of my hips as he explained. I looked at him, forgetting that he was talking as I replayed the interview video they showed, her blue eyes full of tears, mascara all over her perfect light skin. I felt bad for Alice.

Ed's eyes were dark, his eyebrows furrowed together, his grimace revealed fear as he pleaded. 

"Ed, I'm not mad," I rose an eyebrow, sighing as I let it slide for now.

I moved my body closer to his, sliding my hands up his leg.

"I love you too much," I laughed, and he relaxed, his smile warming my heart.

"Round two?" I winked, pulling him back onto the bed. He tumbled back, catching himself with his forearms.

"Of course, my love," his accent suddenly sending a frenzy through my body.

I laughed, jumping on top of him.

"I'm winning this fight. I'll make sure I turn your cheeks the color of your hair," I laughed, playfully scuffing his orange hair before pecking his lips.

He chuckled, grabbing my hips tightly

"Barbara, you are such a cheesy Sheerio," he rubbed my thighs, seeming turned on by the fact. "That's extremely sexy," he kissed my lips. I couldn't help but feel proud if his words.

I mean, you must be a real fan to make an Ed Sheeran song reference right in the middle of having sex with Ed Sheeran himself.

Point for Barbara.

"So sexy I want to finally understand that blue fire of yours that burns inside," he winked. He just made a song reference. Sudden urge to have sex with this ginger just shot out the roof.

I teased him by rubbing my hips against his, before jumping off. He caught my waist before I could move, sending me back onto the mattress. This moment couldn't have been more enjoyed with the sound of his laugh.

"I'm not done with you," he nibbled my ear. 

"When have we ever been," I sighed, the moment perfect.

****

I wrapped my arms around his back, sending my cheek onto his bare chest, tracing the tattoo sleeve on his arm as I let his soothing breaths calm my own heartbeat.

The silence was comfortable.

He suddenly shifted on his side, pulling me along with him under the covers. He wrapped his hand in mine, squeezing it lightly.

"Barbara, you complete me," Ed murmured in my ear. I was already dozing off, but I couldn't help but smile at his words.

"And vise versa," I whispered, snuggling closely, teasingly sliding my lips against his neck.

He kissed my forehead, we remained quiet, falling asleep, happily.

SIX MONTHS LATER

"So, I was heading into the venue here in Manchester, and this odd little old man came up to me-" his chuckle cut off his explanation, and I giggled at his expression on the screen of my phone.

"And asked for an autograph. I was like sure, and I tried to make conversation with him as I signed his sweater vest," he threw his head back in laughter, and I did the same, because his laughter was funnier than the actual story.. but my actions was making the hairdresser huff in annoyance.

"And the man replies with, "Thank you young man, you almost gave me a heart attack with your movie, but you did a fantastic job, big fan, and I was just like 'whut?'," he imitated in old man, making me crack up.. before I suddenly rose an eyebrow.