one-shots || bughead + sprousehart

"breathe with me, hon." pt. 2 - sprousehart

We didn't see much of San Diego when we arrived. The sky had been dark and we were all pushed into cabs and been driven to our hotel.

Cole had been beside me the entire time and he seemed to always be touching me somehow. Whether it was his arm around my waist, his hand in mine or our shoulders bruising, he was always touching me.

He wasn't okay. I know that, I wanted to talk to him about it but I knew he didn't. So instead I let him be close to me, I let his hand rest on my skin because I knew it calmed him.

When we got to our hotel and were checked into our room, he basically mauled me as soon as the door closed behind us.

His hand slid over my backside as his mouth moved with mine. "We need to shower." I mumbled against his lips.

"Let's shower then." He grinned, pulling his mouth away from mine and grabbing my hand. I giggled, unable to help myself as I felt my body react to his sultry voice.

When we got to the bathroom he turned on the tap before his attention was on me again. His eyes raked over me entirely and I swallowed away the arousal I felt.

Carefully he peeled the clothes off my body, and I helped him undress. We stepped under the hot stream of water and instantly his mouth was on me. His mouth was hot and heavy and he kissed his way all over my body until my legs were wobbly and I almost toppled over.

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I wake up with the sound of some wind outside. I look over and see that I only have fifteen minutes of sleep left anyway.

After we got out of the shower last night, Cole and I dried off, climbed into bed without a word, and promptly fell asleep.

Now, Cole's body is curled around mine, one of his arms under my head, the other wrapped around my waist. His arms are heavy, and the weight of him feels so good— makes me feel so safe— that on one hand, I don't ever want to move. On the other hand—

I know we should probably get out of bed. I sigh, hating to wake him up, he seems so tired, and I turn around slowly in his arms.

He only pull me tighter. He shifts gently so that his chin rested on my head; my face pressed tenderly against his throat, and I breathe him in, running my hands along the strong, deep lines of muscle in his arms. Everything about him feels real.

There's something both strong and insecure about his heart, and somehow, knowing this only makes me love him more.

I trace the lines of his shoulder blades, the curve of his spine. He stirs, but only a little, and buries his face in my hair, breathing me in.

"Don't leave." He says quietly, his heart suddenly vulnerable.

I tilt my head, gently kissing the column of his throat. "Cole," I whisper, "I'm not going anywhere."

He sighs. "Good."

I smile. "But we should probably get out of bed. First day of comic con. Everyone will be waiting for us."

"Right." He murmurs, his lips moving up my neck until he reaches my mouth.

"We really have to get up." I tell him, stopping his kisses and grinning at him. "Come on." I stand up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with me.

He smiles, a lazy sleepy smile but it makes me sappy. "Put on some clothes." I order him while putting some sweats and a shirt myself.

"I prefer you without." His hands pin on my waist and I laugh, slapping him away.

I grab his sweater from the floor and pull it over his head. "We should get some breakfast, I'm starving."

As I try to lead him out the door, he stops me, his hand on my arm to turn me back to him. "I love you." I can sense his sudden sincerity, his need to let me know.