"Sweetheart, why don't you sing something for Pierre," your dad whispered to you while you were celebrating Pierre's 25th birthday. You two needed to hold two parties since you could imagine how awkward it'd be to have friends and family at one place.
"That's okay, dad. I don't think it's a good idea," you whispered, hoping he would drop this idea.
"What's not a good idea?" Your older sister got engaged in your conversation, and you immediately knew that wasn't good.
"Nothing," you tried to save this whole situation. You knew that Margo would support your dad's idea. Not because she'd interested in hearing you sing, but rather like every sibling, she wanted to see you embarrass yourself.
"I wanted her to sing something for Pierre. I haven't heard her singing since that high school competition," your dad was quick in explaining his astonishing idea to Margo. You sighted because you were already bracing yourself for the embarrassment.
"Yeah, you're right. C'mon, let's go singing, sis," she encouraged you with a too-sweet smile.
"Thank you really much, Margo," you said sourly while still smiling because of your dad.
"Okay," awkward laughter left your mouth. "My dad thought it would be nice to ding something to the birthday boy. I'm sorry for your ears in advance," you apologised even though you were an astonishing singer. You were attending singing lessons since you were little and you also sang at a couple of competitions.
"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?" you started singing, looking directly into Pierre's eyes. You knew he'd make fun of you later because just a few days ago, you told him how overly sweet this song is.
"Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah Take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover." A smile appeared on your lips, and he showed you one back. You may say this song is too sweet, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you wished this would last forever and ever, just like Taylor Swift. You believed that Pierre is the one. He's that love that comes once in a lifetime.
"We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all." This verse fitted your relationship perfectly. You were dating for almost three and half years and still counting. Last year during the summer break, Pierre offered you to move in with him. You couldn't believe it until you were holding keys from your house, your home.
"Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed, and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover." You started to giggle when you finished this verse. It was so embarrassing.
"Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah Take me out, and take me home (Forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover." Now you were sitting next to Pierre. You hid your face in his embrace when your family began clapping. You could feel how your cheeks are getting redder and redder.
"It was so awkward. I don't know why my dad made me do it," you said to Pierre when you were finally sitting alone in your living room. You loved these moments the most. Just you and him, cuddling at the sofa.
"It wasn't embarrassing. I enjoyed it, but Lover by Taylor Swift?" Pierre giggled, and you throw a pillow at him. He sometimes reminded you of Margo so much.
"Trust me, I wanted to sing something different, but that wasn't appropriate," you said playfully.
"Don't you wanna sing it now?" he bit his lip.
"Somewhere in the middle, I Think I lied a little, I I said if we took it there, I wasn't gonna change But that went out the window, yeah (Gonna break, gonna break)" you start to sing the first verse of Dua Lipa's song Pretty Please.
"I know that I seem a little stressed out But you're here now, and you're turning me on I wanna feel a different kinda tension Yeah, you guessed it, the kind that's fun Hate it when you leave me unattended 'Cause I miss ya, and I need your love When my mind is runnin' wild Could you help me slow it down?" Pierre devoured your mouth and found you as hungry for him as he was for you. His hands drove into your brown hair with passion.
"Put my mind at ease Pretty please I need your hands on me Sweet relief Pretty please," you looked at him innocently while begging him. If he didn't know you, he'd swear you never done something like this. You were so good at seducing him. Whispering alluringly these words into his ear made him weak in his knees. You looked like an angel, but yet you were so sinful.
"Exactly where I want me, yeah Underneath your body, yeah If we take it further, I swear I ain't gonna break." You took off his T-shirt while singing. A smirk appeared on your lips.
"Fuck," he mumbled from himself under his breath. He needed you underneath him so desperately. Therefore, he pushed you lightly against the sofa, so you were located underneath him. He didn't hesitate to take your T-shirt off as well.
"Put my mind at ease Trickle down my spine Oh, you look so pretty, please Every single night, I need your hands on me When your kisses climb Oh, you give me sweet relief Made me feel so pretty Would you help me out, please? Pretty please" Your breathing was heavy, and you didn't know what to focus on. Pierre was taking off your trackies when you still felt his wet kisses on your neck. There was doing too much at once.
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