Running • Iggy

Belong

happy birthday citrus - 01/10/22 (dd/mm/yy)

For the first time, I felt like I belonged in this world.

"We're going out now!" Iggy called. He was going out with Max and Fang again, to join up with his friend group and take a trip to a lake house 3 hours away. It sort of stressed me out to think of Iggy being so far away, but he was with Max and Fang. The three of them would be able to take anything down if there even were any threats. It was going to be a 3-day, 2-night trip, which was a little more anxiety-inducing.

The worst part? He was about to leave without giving me a fucking goodbye kiss. I stood up so harshly that I think Iggy thought I was genuinely mad. He frowned as I marched up to him and grabbed the collar of his unzipped jacket. The others were downstairs, so I didn't hesitate to press our lips together, running my hands from his collar to under his jacket and shirt, over the soft skin of his back, littered by scars that only I could tell every story of. Iggy let out a satisfied purr of sorts and leaned in to get a better kiss.

"Iggy! Come on, they're all here!" Max called from down the stairs.

We both gasped for air as we separated. I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek. "No flirting with other girls," I warned. He laughed, but I wasn't finished. I kissed his jaw. "Don't take off your shirt in front of any girls other than Max." I kissed his throat. "Text or call me when you get there. If there's no service you better get some or I'll get so stressed I'll have a heart attack. Plus, I'll get lonely without you." I kissed his collarbone. "Send me pictures. Take photos of stuff you like or enjoy there, I won't be there to remind you about what happened." I tugged his shirt away slightly and kissed his shoulder. He had gone quiet, breathing shallowly. "Don't go near any other girls ever. You're mine." I added the last half-jokingly.

"I think that one will be hard, sweetheart." Iggy laughed weakly. "God, you've made me feel like jelly." He whispered. "Maybe I'll just stay here, and we'll have the entire apartment to ourselves." He mumbled as he kissed my temple. I then shook my head. "No. Go have fun. Just promise me not to let some girl put her hands all over you or something. I know a guy as handsome as you would struggle to repel the ladies buuuut..." I let myself draw off with a mischievous grin.

"Oh no, I have a bad feeling about this." Iggy chuckled.

"Iggy!" Max called again.

"In a minute, mom. I'm having a very dignified conversation about anime here!" Iggy called back. I could practically hear Max's eyes roll.

"You're not planning to take off your shirt in front of anyone but Fang, are you?" I whispered, pushing him back until he was against the wall. Iggy gulped. "N...No." He murmured weakly as my finger gently tugged the top of his shirt down. I pressed my lips gently to his collar bone, before going down slightly farther, just below where a low-necked t-shirt would sit, and nipped the skin there. Iggy breathed out harshly as I began to make a dark mark on his skin, and when I pulled away I hummed in satisfaction. "It'll do."

Iggy's face burned brightly as I stood back and smiled. "Now you have to keep it on, got it? You're mine. I wanna be selfish and keep you all to myself." I stuck out my tongue. Iggy groaned and pulled his t-shirt up properly with his left hand, his emerald ring glistening in the light. "You're going to be the death of me one of these days, you know that? When you get confidence bursts like that it feels like my heart will explode. I know, baby. I won't let anyone touch me. Promise. Look after Cat, yeah?" Iggy grinned as he pressed his lips against my forehead. "I love you." He mumbled. My heart skipped a beat and I couldn't help but smile. "I love you too."

"You two done?" Fang grumbled from the doorway. He raised his eyebrow at the slightly visible mark from where Iggy had been adjusting his t-shirt. "Protecting your territory, kitten?" He teased me in his Fang monotone voice. I huffed and crossed my arms. "Duh. He's mine." I pouted. Fang stepped out of the way so Iggy could run downstairs before Max threw a fit. Fang waved and turned to leave, but I grabbed his wrist.