Giselle Imagines (gxg)

one of the girls walk in on you making out (requested)

You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips as you felt Giselle's fingertips brushing along your body.

You were just finishing your makeup before the girls arrived so you could all head out to dinner tonight.

There's an important event going on with SM tonight and, of course, Giselle wanted you there with her because it makes her feel more relaxed and comfortable.

But getting there was going to be a problem when she was struggling to keep her hands off of you.

"Giselle," You said as you tried to grab her hands in yours but she wouldn't let you pull them away from your body.

"You look so good tonight." She said as her eyes continued to travel up and down your body. "I mean, you always do. But I just can't get over how amazing you look in this dress."

It was a beautiful shade of red and wasn't very revealing because you didn't want to wear something like that to an event with important people from her company.

But in Giselle's eyes, you didn't have to wear something revealing for her to want to rip whatever it is that you have on right off.

And this dress tonight was no different.

"You're so hot." She whispered before gently brushing your hair to the side so she could kiss your neck. "Maybe we shouldn't go. Everyone there is going to envy me."

"I don't think that'd be a good idea. It's an event at SM, baby, you need to go and I'm going with you." You said as you turned around to face her. "Let them stare all they want. You're the only one who gets to touch."

She smirked at you before leaning in to steal a kiss from your lips.

You tried so hard not to melt.

You know you're on a time crunch to finish getting ready and the girls are going to be here soon.

But resisting your girlfriend is something you just can't do; not when each kiss and every touch feels like heaven.

She pulled away from your lips to kiss your neck and a soft moan left your lips the second her lips touched your skin.

She couldn't help but do the same in response, finding herself always becoming weaker and weaker any time she heard you make sounds like that and knowing that it was all because of her.

She began to brush her fingers along your back in search of the zipper for your dress.

"God, I just want to tear this off of you." She mumbled against your skin.

"No chance." You chuckled and pulled her fingers away, letting them fall against your hips instead. "At least not until we're home."

"Fine." She grumbled before pulling away from your skin.

She lifted you onto the counter and pulled you in for another kiss.

"You know something?"

"What?" She spoke into the kiss.

"You look even hotter than I do tonight."

She giggled against your lips.

"Lies."

"Are you kidding? In this black dress? You're stunning, baby."

She couldn't help but smile.

And that smile grew a little more when you pulled away from her lips to kiss her jaw, slowly inching your lips closer and closer to that sensitive spot on her skin that would make her knees give out from underneath her.

"Are you sure we can't just stay home? Can't we tell the girls I'm sick?" She pleaded as your lips touched that spot on her skin, making her tangle her fingers in your hair.

You shook your head with a laugh as you pulled away, resisting the temptation to agree and leave little love bites against her skin for the world to see.

You kissed her again and she put her arms around you.

She wanted to put you back on your feet and lead you to the bedroom so, perhaps, she could convince you there.

But before either of you could do anything else, there was a voice from the doorway.

"What are you two doing in here? Don't you ever answer your phones?" Winter asked as she entered the bathroom.

But she gasped when she saw you and Giselle making out.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She quickly said.

"Don't you ever knock?" Giselle groaned as she pulled away from you.

"I did! Neither of you heard me and now I see why." She said as she turned around. "We're all waiting for you."

"We'll be there in a second." You said and Giselle whined as she put her head on your shoulder.

"Baby, I want to stay here and make out instead." She whined as she moved her head, kissing along your bare arm ever so delicately. "Please."

"We have to go." You said and she pouted at you. "But that doesn't mean we have to stay the whole time. I can always fake sick."

"Really?" She asked as her brown eyes lit up.

"Yeah. You think I don't want you to rip this dress off? Trust me, I want you to. More than anything. But not showing up wouldn't look good. So let's get going and then we can come home early and nothing will stop you at that point."

She smirked as you put your feet on the floor and tugged at her hand.

"Fine. But just be prepared for me to rip it right off as soon as we get through the door." She smirked at you and your heart skipped a beat just at the thought.