Roman

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♡ Roman ♡

I snuggled into the warmth that seemed to surround me. A ticklish sensation began around my nose as I moved my head also feeling an arm tightening around my midsection at the movement.

My eyes shot open at this, finding Augustus's head pressed against my chest and his arms encircling my waist. His curls ticking my nose at this position.

My checks flushed at not only this position but also the memories of last night.

Augustus groaned, his voice muffled from being pressed against my chest.

"Amour" he sighed as he looked up at me, his chin resting on me as he looked up with sleepy blue eyes.

I reached out and stroked his cheek with my thumb, my hand encircling around his neck.

Leaning into my touch, his eyes closed as he sighed.

"You're pretty" I whispered admiring his features as one hand ran through his hair and my pointer finger traced along his bottom lip.

"Fuck... you can't do this and say things like that in the morning" he groaned quietly as he hid his blushing face into my chest.

I chuckled as his grip tightened around my waist slightly moving up and down my back underneath my shirt.

Well his shirt.

The shirt he gave me last night.

The shirt he's currently not wearing.

Bringing me out of my thoughts he suddenly tickled me causing a yelp to bounce throughout the quiet room.

"Shhhh amour" he teased as he continued, my body squirming trying to get away from his tickles which obviously didn't work as he's literally on top of me and heavy as fuck.

"Mhmmm this reminds me of last night" he said teasingly but my face completely flushed at his comment as I laughed.

Gasping for breath trying to breathe as he suddenly stopped tickling me, his face right above mine his nose almost touching mine.

His eyes stared at my lips as his hands planted on my waist, my fingers gripping his bicep.

"So fucking beautiful" he whispered before lightly connecting our lips.

The kiss was gentle and reassuring, his soft lips against mine while his body slowly lowered closer to mine.

His hand gripped the nape of my neck, his finger brushing against my pulse point.

Slowly we separated catching our breath as he nudged my nose against his cutely.

"You're going to have to stop kissing me back like that or I might never let you leave this bed" he said while smirking.

"Interesting... is that a promise" I teased while quickly slipping away from him and hurrying into the washroom, locking the door behind me.

I could hear his footsteps hurriedly coming toward the door as he tried the door handle. After finding it locked he knocked while groaning.

"Amouuuuurrrr" he whined as I quickly turned on the shower and undressed, stepping under the water.

♥ Augustus ♥

After finding the door locked and knocking a couple times I heard the shower turn on. I sank down, my back against the door as my thoughts wondered.

Waking up against Roman's chest was literally the best sleep I've ever had after I managed to move out from my parents house.

I've always had a problem with actually staying asleep, my thoughts always going back to what happened with my mother.

Doctors prescribed medication and therapy sessions but even they didn't work and eventually I stopped everything all together.

But I slept all night.

Roman helped me sleep all night. And waking up to her underneath me was a dream come true.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sleepy as she looked back at me. The hickeys from last night prominent against her collar bone. And when she called me pretty all I could imagine was how she looked last night.

All I could do was hide my face and pray she didn't feel how hard her simple compliments made me.

But when she teased that she would be happy for me to never let her leave the bed I simply wanted to show her exactly that but she rushed away from me smirking and ran into the washroom.

So now here I am sitting on the floor waiting for her to come out.

A couple minutes go by before the door opens, my body slightly falling backwards before I catch myself and stay upright.

Roman steps around me, clad in only grey sweatpants and a black Calvin Klein bra, her hair wet and kept back with a claw clip.

Looking at her walk towards her bed she collapses onto it face down, letting out a sigh. Getting to my feet I walk over toward her, standing in between her legs slightly as I looked down at her. My fingers absentmindedly traced a couple tattoos, feeling her skin slightly pebble below my touch.

I paused as my fingers traced over a long large tattoo, looking closer finally seeing and feeling multiple large scars.

"What are these?" I whispered feeling her tense below me.

"Lashings" she said, her voice muffled by the blanket. Her head turned as she looked out the window, her gaze seeming far away.

My heart dropped.

Looking closer I saw the full extent, the scars slightly wrapping around to her stomach. The damaged skin covering a large area of her back only now visible from below the tattoos in the daylight.

Silence echoed around the room before I swiftly lifted her around so that she was now laying on her back against the bed looking up at me.

"Amour" I whispered as I tried to find her gaze.

"It's ok, I'm better now. But I understand if you find them gross" she murmured as my face dropped.

"Roman. I will never find anything about you gross, not your scars or anything else. What they did to you was despicable and no one deserves that. I will always admire how you got through that because I wouldn't have been able to. Please never think that I won't fucking beg to be able to worship every part of you" I said before I dipped my head and pressed my lips against hers.

Her hands immediately found my jaw as my hands secured around her waist. The kiss like the one this morning, soft and reassuring.

I pulled away before flipping her once again on her back, a slight gasp escaping her lips at the action. Pressing my lips against her skin, I kissed along every scar I could find, feeling her body melt below my lips.