DESIRED (BWWM)

Moving In

Go figure.

"No." He says simply never once looking in my direction. "Please?"
"No." He repeats and I roll my eyes.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" I try again and he shakes his head, sipping on the drink he has in his hands.

"Can I have some of your beer?" I question and he smirks a little, still not looking at me.
"No."
"No? Why not!" I whine and he finally turns his head in my direction.

"Because you're not twenty one," he says teasingly, swirling the alcohol in the bottle in an attempt at teasing me further.

"Since when are you all about the law? Besides it's not like I haven't tasted alcohol before," he shakes his head but passes me the bottle, watching intently a I bring it to my lips.

I drink all of it in one gulp, grimacing when the fiery heat burns my throat.
"That's terrible," I cough, running for a bottle of water as Elijah's laughter follows me all the way to the kitchen.

"Can I braid your hair now?" I ask when the movie ends. He groans but motions for me to sit in his lap, kissing my forehead once I'm straddling him.
"No." He says again and I pout my lips.

"I'll make you brownies," I say in a convincing tone and he pretends to think about it before shaking his head.
"Really?" I ask just to be sure.
"Really." I sigh but peck his lips before continuing.

"I'll make you cookies," I mutter and he shakes his head with a smirk on his face, bringing his hands to my hair as he plays with my curls.
"Are you crazy? Nobody refuses cookies," I state shaking my head in fake disappointment and moving his hands from my hair and back on my waist where I wanted it.

"Tomorrow's my birthday," I whisper and his body tenses.
"Believe me when I tell you I know that," he growls, placing his forehead on mines in an attempt at controling his breathing.

"I know that baby," he repeats, looking at me with needy blue eyes. I clear my throat and shake my head, ridding myself of the sexual fog clouding my thoughts.

"Let me braid your hair and I'll think of it as an early birthday present,"
"You don't play fair," he says kissing my cheeks and moving me from his lap as he slides down the sofa and sits on the floor with his back to my legs.

I grin at my victory, running up the stairs and grabbing a brush before running back down.
"I'm not going to like this am I?" He inquires solemnly, staring at the brush in my hands. I shake my head with a grin on my face as I begin to comb through his wavy hair.

"Can Angie come work for you again?" I ask, thinking about the beautiful lady who offered me friendship when the other staff looked away.

He hums contentedly, turning his head and kissing my thighs from his position between my legs. "Whatever you want."

"Elijah?"
"Yes baby girl?"
"Do you think we're moving to fast?" I say in a whisper, stopping my work on his hair as I await for his reply.

"No."

"You don't think its weird that I'm just seventeen and I'm already living in a house with my boyfriend?" I continue and he's doesn't say anything, seemingly putting his thoughts together.

"No."
"You don't think tha-,"
"No. And the answer to every other question is going to be no," he says firmly, kissing my thigh again. "Okay," I  mutter happily, smiling as I continue my work on his head.

"You have nice hair," I mumble as I finish my last braid, smiling as he watches himself in the hand mirror.
"I like yours better, I want our kids to have your hair," he says simply and my breathing stops.

"W-what?"
"I said I want our kids to have your hair," he repeats and I chew on my thumb and nod my head.
"Yeah that's what I thought you said," I whisper and a frown forms on his face.

"What's wrong?" He questions, getting off the floor and joining me on the sofa.
"Nothing. I guess- its just that- well you seem so sure," I say and he nods his head, taking my hands and giving me an intense look.

"I am sure baby. I want ten of them," he informs me and I start laughing. "Elijah I am not having ten kids," I say between my laughter and he pouts his lips.

"Eight?"
"No!"
"Six?"
"No!"
"Six is a reasonable number of kids to have," he says crossly and I giggle at his adorable pout.

"Why are you giggling? I'm being serious," he starts, taking my face in his hands and kissing my lips briefly.
"I know you're young Renée and I'm not planning on knocking you up just yet," he says with a smile on his face as he brings his lips to my ear.

"But the thought of you carrying my child? The mere thought of your stomach swelling to accommodate my baby?" He whispers against my neck.

"I'm fücking straining in my pants," he growls, taking me in his arms and carrying us up the stairs.

"Let's go to sleep Mia vita, you have a big day tomorrow."

A/N: it's late where I am but I updated anyway.
                                  
IMPORTANT!

I didn't think I needed to say this but some comments caught my attention so here goes. YOU can picture RENÉE as whoever YOU want! YOU can picture ELIJAH as whoever YOU want!
The pictures of Renée and Elijah are the people ( I ) envision them to look like, YOU are free to imagine them as anyone YOU'D like.

I'm too tired to rant so yeah. Happy reading and all that shit. Tata