Drabbles

Forgiveness?/Howard

After several words were launched at one another and the fight between the two of you had ended, he left, slamming the door behind him. You stood there alone, tears streaming down your face.
Seconds passed before he burst in and his luscious lips suddenly met yours.
His broad chest gently pushed you against one of the walls, where he slammed his hand next to your head against the wall roughly, never breaking the kiss.
"Howard...." your voice whispered.
He responded with a low growl.
The kiss is filled with passion and you forget about everything for a while.
The reason why you two had started fighting in the first place faded away in the kiss itself.
When he removed his lips from yours, his eyes pierced through yours.
Quietly his Mancunian accent flowed through the room "I love you, please forgive me."

Several moments passed as you continuously stared into each other's eyes. You've already asked him to come inside but he kept refusing.
"Be honest with me, what are you doing here exactly?" there was a slight sound of desperation found in your voice.
Why did it look like he had been waiting for you at your own porch?
It was night but the moonlight shone bright enough to see the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled right before he started talking.
"I went to seek forgiveness." He had the same eradication of a young schoolboy that had just committed a crime but didn't feel the least bit of shame about it.
You couldn't help but notice how beautifully his eyes flickered in the moonlight, causing a smile to form upon your lips.
"Forgiveness?" you asked him innocently.
"For what?" your voice changed into a whisper.
He stepped closer and you could feel the radiant warmth of his cheek against yours.
"For wanting what I want..." he softly murmured into your ear.
Howard moved back and walked past you. He left you with a confused expression on your face, but you knew what he meant.
You've noticed the longing looks, the flirty comments and most of all his sudden adaption of attitude.
"And you feel guilty?" you turned around to face him once more.
His hands were now resting into his pockets and he slightly adjusted his head to face the stars.
"No." he simply stated. A soft chuckle followed.
He had dropped his head and slowly licked his lips.
"But if I'm going to feel guilty about something... then I might as well have a descent matter to feel guilty about."
He stepped towards you while picking his hands up from his pocket and using them to cradle you against his broad body.
No matter where you decided to place your arms, he seemed to be everywhere. All that you could breathe was him, all that you could feel was him.
Carefully he placed his lips on top of yours and passion was felt in every single movement he made them do. Eventually they slowed down and gently brushed against yours before moving away.
"Goodnight" his cracking voice whispered against your nose before quickly kissing it and walking away towards the shadow.

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