Scomiche Oneshots

I will wait (Part 1)

Have you ever loved someone so much that it gets hard to express it? Well that's the problem I'm having. Ever since I married my husband, Mitch Grassi, I've constantly said 'I love you' but he doesn't know how much I mean it. I don't know what to do.

"Scott! Can you help me for a minute?" Mitch called.

"Yea. Be there in a sec love." I sighed and slowly stood from the couch to go into mine and Mitch's shared bedroom.

When I entered, I found him standing in his purple boxers, holding two adorable shirts. I slowly walked over to him with a sad smile, and put my hands on his hips.

"What's wrong?" he asked while slowly caressing my cheek with his soft finger and resting a hand on my chest.

"Nothing. I just love you so much." I responded, moving a piece of hair to the side, the way he had styled it earlier.

I cupped his cheek with my hand and slowly pulled him towards me, my stare never leaving those beautiful eyes. Our lips touched and it was as if sparks ignited. Within a few seconds, it became fairly heated. I lowered him onto the bed and continued to kiss him, occasionally leaving wet kisses down his neck. When we finally broke apart, I was hovering over him and he was looking at me with his sweet, chocolate brown eyes, a smile playing on his lips. My shirt was lying a heap on the floor along with the two shirts he was holding a while ago.

"Scotty...I hope you remember that I like to top!" he whispered seductively, smirking.

"Mitchell Grassi - Hoying, you little perv. I already told you that I'm not ready yet!" I replied shocked, the red starting to growing on my cheeks.

"When will you be?" he asked eyes starting to water.

"You'll know." I responded.

After a few seconds of silence, Mitch began to speak again.

"What do you love about me?" he questioned, tears freely falling.

"Everything, absolutely everything baby. Your humor, slender fingers, sexiness, beautiful blonde hair, and everything else that comes with this amazing, handsome guy that I married." I said, wiping away his tears with my finger and pecking his soft, plump lips, "and your kisses go above and beyond amazing."

"That's because I'm a queen." he stated before pulling me down to lay next to him and cuddle.

We cuddled for about fifteen minutes before Mitch broke the silence...again.

"I think you're almost ready."

"What do you mean?" I asked, following his eyes, and then realized I had subconsciously stuck my hand in his pants. "Oh my gosh!" I cried before running to the kitchen.