#morefluffandstuff *wink wink*
Anyone hear about JW coming back to the theaters? Idk...should I go see it for a third time?
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Grabbing the bag from the microwave, I curse when I forget just how hot it is. I rip the bag open, hurrying to pour the popcorn into a bowl. I walk carefully to the living room, pouting at my semi hurt fingers. I place the bowl of freshly popped popcorn on the coffee table, then spread out all of our movie choices. Zach was coming over for a movie night. We've had them every night since he's been here, and I still feel the need to make sure everything is perfect.
The doorbell rung, startling me. I skipped, which I hardly do, to the front door. I almost slip when my socks slide against the wood floor. I grab onto the handle, pulling it open, half smiling at my clumsiness.
Standing with his hands in his pockets, the dark of night surrounding him, was Zach, wearing his usual smirk. His warm brown eyes peered down at me. He raised his hand to his head, pulling off the snowflake covered beanie and shaking it slightly. I sigh, drinking him in, before softly pressing my lips to his. "Come on in."
I step away from the doorway, curling my toes when the cold wind hits me. I can see Zach slipping off his boots as I shut the door. He rubs his hands together and hangs up his jacket. I lace my fingers with his and half run, half slide into the kitchen with Zach laughing behind me.
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After three movies, finishing up Teen Wolf, and half of American Horror Story: Murder House, Zach rests his head on my lap as my hands ran through his hair. It was getting longer now, shaggier. I loved the way his soft dark locks felt between my fingers; I loved the moments we spent together, just like this. His head on my lap, my fingers in his hair, snuggled up together watching Netflix. This was our coupley pastime.
I was barely paying any attention to what was on the t.v; I was too busy and whatever it was couldn't have been more important than him right now. Everything felt as if it were a blur and he was the only clarity. It's like a sort of bliss, a floating high. No pain, no worry, just him and I.
Zach turned in my arms, his warm eyes locking with mine as he raised his hand to my face. I lean into his palm, my fingers never leaving his hair, shutting my eyes. When I open them, he's closer now, his face level with mine. We're so close that we share the same air, same breaths.
His mouth is parted, but he says nothing at first. And he doesn't need to, his warmth is enough. I lean forward, resting my forehead on his. His fingers fall form my face, teasing the outside of my thigh. Even in the cold Maryland winter, his hand is hot against my skin. He kisses my neck before leaning in close to my ear.
"I love you," Zach breathed, his voice only above a whisper. I close my eyes. This wasn't the first time he's told me, and I still get butterflies. I pinch his chin in between my forefinger and thumb, making him face me. I brush my lips along his before pulling away.
"Good," I tease, resting my back of the couch. His eyebrows knit together, but only for a second, before he shifts so that he's sitting next to me. "Good?"
I laugh and throw my arms over his shoulders, pecking him on the lips. "Because I love you, too." A small smile slides onto his face. He shakes his head, then looks up at me, amusement clear in his eyes. "You're so corny sometimes."
I kiss his neck, leaning my head on him. "I learn from the best."
He drapes his arm over me, squeezing me playfully. "I'm what the ladies call 'suave.' What you just said, was corny."
I narrowed my eyes and cross my arms, faking a scowl. "What 'ladies?'"
Zach's face pales and I feel his body stiffen. "I-It-It was a joke. I haven't been..." he trials off. Seeing him all wide-eyed and pitiful made me laugh.
I shove him playfully, messing up his hair. "Sometimes, you're just too easy, baby." I smirk up at him as he glares down at me before turning away. Zach leans away from me, reaching for something. The next thing I know, a pillow hits me directly in the face. My eyes widen in shock, before narrowing. I look him straight in the eyes. Oh it is on, Mitchell "Run," I growl, only half messing around.
His smirk drops from his face and he takes off running with me sprinting behind him. I follow him to the kitchen, almost sliding into the island. I place my hands on the counter, sneering at him. "So this is how you wanna play it, huh?" He just smirks at me. Does he really think that he has a chance at winning?
I slowly start to walk to the other side, Zach copying my steps, facing the other direction. "I am going to get you," I state, teasing him, "and when I do, you'll regret ever hitting me with that pillow!" Without thinking any of this through, I hop on the island, grabbing on to Zach's shoulders.
"Shit." I hear a loud bang and a grunt from Zach. Next thing I know, I'm lying on top of him, my legs on either side of him. I stare down at him through my hair. I flip my head back, resting my hand on his chest. "Oops."
His jaw locks as he stares at me, and I can't tell if he's mad or not. His eyes narrow, a smirk sliding its way onto his face. His hands grip my hips and, with one swift movement, Zach flips us over. Once my back meets the cold floor, his lips are on mine and his arms circle around my waist.
I feel him everywhere as he pushes into the kiss. Only this kiss is different than all our other ones, its softer, somehow sweeter. My hand slowly skims along his back, slipping under his shirt. I want to wrap my legs around him, to pull him closer to me, but his chest is already pressed up against my own and I know that we are as close as we are going to get. I want to give into his mouth, to deepen the kiss, but something stops me. My brain fought with itself, my reason and judgement battling it out against my emotions and my senses.
Before I can make a decision, I hear the creak of the door being pushed open and I know it's my mother. Zach pulls away, our eyes locking like deer caught in headlights. My hands grip his shoulders and he pulls me up. We scramble to the living room, throwing ourselves onto the couch and turning up the volume on the t.v.
I didn't look at Zach. I ducked my hands under the blanket to keep them from shaking, fearing that somehow my mother could sense my nerves. I lowered my head, silently cursing. Of course she would come home. My mother had a knack for showing up where she's not wanted and at the most unsuspecting of times.
"Mari, I'm home!" she called from the hall. I rolled my eyes. Like I couldn't tell she was here from all the noise she was making. I hear Zach snicker. I groan because I know why he's laughing. I said it out loud. I roll my eyes and shove him off the couch before stalking to my mother.
"You're home early," I insist, sliding into a barstool, resting my arms on the island. I watch as she places her briefcase on the counter, dropping her keys beside it.
"This is my home, too, Marella." She raises her eyebrow, testing me to correct her. "Is there a problem with me returning home? I know that boyfriend of yours is here...."
I try my best not to roll my eyes. "It was a statement, not a question. Why do you always make me out to get you?" She was annoyingly analytical. Always second guessing everything, especially my motives. My mother pouts and narrows her dark eyes. She knows I'm right and now she has no way to better herself. Typical parent thing: they know you've won and that they lost, but they're far too stubborn to admit it.
"I'm going to bed," she grits her teeth an I know it's a warning. Zach needed to leave. She wasn't the type of parent to care, most of the time, because she was usually not home. But now that she is and I somewhat sassed her, at least in her mind, she was pissed and wanted to take it out on my happiness, Zach. Parents were villains in disuse, no joke.
She turned her black heel and walked away without a word. I groan and head back to Zach. When I reach the living room, his head is rested on a pillow, his eyes closed. I let a small ounce of my happiness drift back in the form of a smile, then start picking up the popcorn. Turning off the t.v, I slide in beside him and pull a blanket on us. I smile as I shut my eyes. Mom's gonna be pissed when she wakes. Again, can't find it in me to give a crap.
Zach's subconsciously slips an arm under mine, his fingers lacing with mine. He soft breath is n my ear and I sigh, leaning into him. I could live with this. My back pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped around me. Everything was warm and fuzzy and safe, just the way I wanted it. Our own bliss, our own floating high.