what it feels like - Austin Butler

fifty-four - birthday morning

This morning should be like any other, but when I wake up, a warm body is missing from the right side of the bed. When my eyes have finally adjusted to the light and I'm able to fully open them, I see streamers sprawled all about the hotel room and Austin walks in with a tray.

"I see you're awake," he states, bringing the tray closer and sitting on the bed.

"I am," I smile.

"Happy birthday, Dempsey," he says, presenting breakfast to me.

"Thank you, Butler," I lean my face towards him for a quick kiss before asking, "What have you made me?"

"Well," he begins, "I've done the best I could in a hotel room, but we have your favorite maple brown sugar oatmeal, with banana and pecans."

"Sounds perfect," I say, taking a bite still sitting in bed in my PJs, or rather lack thereof. "Delicious. My compliments to the chef," I compliment, pecking his lips. I change the subject, "So what do you have going on today?"

"We have a premier to go to, but before that... not much." He says, suspiciously. "I'm also supposed to be on the Jimmy Fallon show but that's not until 11 pm."

"Hmm. So we get the whole morning and afternoon to ourselves?" I ask, setting the tray of oatmeal on a nightstand. My teeth pull my lip into my mouth.

"I guess," Austin answers, pushing his body toward mine.

All of a sudden, I'm being pulled by the neck towards him and our lips meet with a strange desire. He pulls back, biting his lower lip and admiring me, before he reconnects us, moving his hand down to my back. Sitting on my knees, he swings my legs around his waist, so I'm now hovering over him. His hands are slipping up my shirt, holding tight around my waist. Before I know it, my shirt is off and I'm ripping his off as well. His hips thrust upward to meet me, "Mmm, Au-"

Knock, knock, knock.

I freeze, opening my eyes to see Austin beneath me. After a few seconds of catching his breath he says, "Probably housekeeping." Directed toward the door he shouts, "Not now. Thank you."

After a few seconds, we think the coast is clear before we hear the knocking again.

"Goddamn," Austin mutters, gently prying me off of him and getting up to look at the door. Once he's looked through the peep hole, he says, "Fuck," turning back to me, he whispers, "Put your clothes on."

He hurries over to the bed, flattening out the sheets, finding his shirt to put back on, fixing his hair that I'd been tugging on and forcing me back under the covers so he can set the tray on my lap.

He walks back in the direction of the door, opening it to reveal my parents. I've forgotten all about the previous desire I had for Austin. God, I missed them.

"Mom! Dad! Oh, I missed you guys," I say, leaping out of bed, forgetting my breakfast, and embracing them.

"Isla Bean! I missed you too," my dad says, before my mom joins him, "I missed you Isla Maeve!"

After our reuniting, they turn to Austin and greet him politely before walking further into our hotel room. The four of us catch up and before we realize it's already 11 am, Aus invites my parents to go out for lunch.

As the four of us are walking, Austin and I are hand in hand as I lean toward his ear and whisper, "Thank you for setting this up, baby. I missed my parents so much. I love you."

He gently presses his lips to my ear, giving it a slight kiss before returning the gratitude, "I love you too, Isla."