Cheaters = Losers

I Love You's Not Enough

Lazy mornings were always my favourite type of mornings, and that particular morning was perfect. The soft sounds of The Beatles' I'll Follow The Sun was floating through my old stereo and the smile filtered onto my face immediately. Memories of being a teenager, listening to music from before my mother was born and falling uncontrollably in love with it, that was even before I found Green Day. Unlike the usual groggy feeling I was hit with when I woke up, it felt like there was a bubble in my chest, I was so happy. Everything felt great, old records in the familiarity of my room, the smooth heat from the body next to me, looking up and as my vision cleared seeing the black fluff swim into view. Just looking at Billie sleeping made we want to kiss him and hug him and keep him close, his cheeks were still a little flushed, hair well and truly messed up, sticking out everywhere, there was a sleepy smile on his face and his arm was still wrapped around me, keeping me pressed against the patterns on his chest. Even the realisation that I was naked didn't bother me. Fuck it, I thought, it's nothing he's not seen.

It dawned on me, as I laid there, slowly stretching while trying not to disturb Billie, that for the first time in my recent memory I was completely and totally happy. I was at home, in complete comfort and right beside me was the love of my life, it was still early days for Billie and I but we had been going strong since we met months ago and I had been fantasising about him years before that. I decided that everything could wait right then, the world could stop turning and I couldn't care less, I was so damn happy that nothing was worth getting up.

"Y'know, I can feel you staring at me," Billie's chest rumbled as he spoke, his voice was gruff with sleep and slightly rasped from the night before. I could have wake up next to him a thousand times and I would still melt like a teenage fangirl when he spoke, hell, when he did anything.
"Stop being so perfect then," I shrugged, tracing patterns lazily across his bare skin.
"You need your fucking glasses, girl," he chucked darkly, and I kissed his jaw in response, uttering a my disagreement under my breath. His hands were running across my back, it was a strange new sensation because so far every time Billie had come anywhere near making contact with me, there was some kind of electric storm and neither of us could control ourselves and we'd either end up fucking or in an intense make out session, but right then there was nothing sexual about it. I closed my eyes and sighed softly into his touch.

"Ew! You're naked!" Billie's voice was shrill and imitating a female.
"So are you, spanner," I muttered, ignoring his childishness to relish in the moment a little longer. Until Billie began to bloody giggle like an actual girl and lifted the covers up shyly to check, playing coy. I slapped his chest halfheartedly, a small laugh escaping me anyway.
"You ruin everything," I shook my head at him lightly and he just grinned at me. I slid out of bed and got up, searching around.
"Nice ass," I could hear the smirk in Billie's voice as I pulled on a clean pair of underwear, flipping him the V casually as I dug around in his pile of stuff that had been unceremoniously dumped in my room. Finding what I was looking for I pulled the soft fabric of his favourite Ramones shirt over my head. He'd worn it a few times which is exactly what I wanted - it smelt just like him.
"Hey! That's my favourite shirt," he said indignantly.
"Get up earlier then, you lazy ass," I shrugged nonchalantly. Billie then slid out of the bed and slipped on a pair of boxers as he padded over to me. I found a pair of pyjama shorts and stood in the mirror, examining my new look. "Looks better on me anyway," I said as he snuck up very obviously behind me. His bare arms wrapped around my waist.

I stared at us in the mirror. His head was on my shoulder, nose in my hair a little. I saw how our features contrasted each other's, with my light blonde hair and Billie's jet black fluff, his hazel-green eyes were searching my grey ones, my pale arms resting on his brightly coloured ones, fingers intertwined. I didn't care how self-centred I sounded, because all couples do it secretly, but right then I couldn't think of anything other than the fact that we looked amazing together.
"What are you thinking?" He murmured in my hair, I pushed against his back in appreciation, loving how in sync we were. "Your hair smells good," he added. I shrugged, a little embarrassed by my thoughts.
"What're you thinking?" I countered instead.
"That we're probably the hottest couple on the planet," I laughed and felt the heat creeping up my skin that he had hit the nail on the head.
"You were thinking it too!" He shrieked gleefully.
"I was not!" I snapped indignantly, my pride instantly stopping me and my arms automatically crossed across my chest.
"You so were, I know you were," he smirked and poked my sides. "It's okay, y'know, to think the truth," his grin only widened and I playfully knocked him on the head. He pulled a silly face and I leaned in and pecked his pursed lips.
"We're so cute," I agreed.
"'course we fucking are," he slung his arm around my shoulders and we headed downstairs to join the family.