𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒉'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗
Stella looks so sad. We've just wrapped filming the break up scene and though the moment is tender, and soft, she looks like she's about to crack open another can of tears. I never thought that watching a girl cry could break my heart, but watching her even act with tears has killed me. It took everything out of me to not wrap her up in my arms and hold her tight in the moment.
But now that were alone, I do just that. I pick her up in my arms and spin her. A small smile breaks across her lips but it still has a sadness behind it. "My poor Buttercup." I pout as I lower her feet back to the ground.
"That was hard." She sighs, dropping her head to my chest. "It felt real and I didn't like that at all."
"I promise that we won't have to experience that okay?" I kiss the top of her head, my arms still tightly wrapped around her. She just nods against my chest, making no vocal effort to respond.
"Should we go on a date? Make up for it?" She shakes her head this time, declining such a perfect offer. "Alright, what else is going on?" I cup her cheeks in my palms, forcing her to look at me.
"Nothing." She mumbles, trying to avoid eye contact with me. "I'm just ready to go home. I don't want to be around anyone." Her arms are curled against her chest between us. She looks so frail—so breakable. I hate it with everything in me. I don't want her to be alone. I don't want her to hurt.
"I will be like a fly on the wall." I plead for her to let me come with her.
"You're never a fly on the wall." She remarks, her body feeding into my touch, telling me she doesn't want me to leave. But she'd never admit that to me. She just wants me to do it without question. She doesn't want to be a burden to my life. But she would never be a burden.
"Okay maybe more like a comfortable pillow, who gives great kisses, and massages... amongst other things, but you know, it's a great start." She chuckles such a soft chuckle—I think I imaging it, but her smile tells me otherwise.
Without verbally telling me to join her at home, I take it upon myself to accompany her anyways. She spends all night just cuddled up with me watching shows. We don't talk to each other. We just enjoy each other's presence. More like I spend my time comforting her from her long day while I just enjoy being around her. It's become my favorite pass time since this season started. Nothing was better than being sat by her side, pushing her buttons, or showing her how much I cared for her.
I can tell she's getting tired by the cute yawns she's letting out. I expect her to try and shoo me off, but instead she slides her fingers between mine and coddles my hand into her chest. I guess it was her way of telling me I'm not going anywhere. She'd never actually tell me that. Still too stubborn to admit it.
"You know how glad I am to have been paired with you?" I kiss the back of her neck. She just hums to me in acknowledgement. At least, I think. It was either acknowledgement or she really liked the feeling of my lips on her skin.
"You're annoying, caring, a pain in my ass, fun." I place another kiss and this time I can clearly decipher that it's the kiss and not her acknowledging my words. If she were paying attention, I'd be getting a mouth full right now.
I don't push my luck. I nuzzle my head into her hair and close my eyes. She groans after a few minutes of silence so I mumble into her back. "What?"
"Why'd you stop?" Her voice sounds so sad. It makes my heart flutter in ways it hasn't before.
I shift behind her, looking over her now. "Because you're tired and if you weren't tired, you'd be using your head and trying to fight me off like you normally do. I'm not pushing my luck Buttercup."
She lets go of my hand and spins so she's facing me. This was not ideal on her couch, but I'm not telling her to turn back around. I would much rather look at her face. It was cuter than the back of her head.
"Kiss me." She pouts. Her bottom lip jutting out so cutely it's taking everything out of me to not pinch her cheeks. That I would definitely get a whack for. Because she is so cute, I do oblige, pushing my lips softly against hers. But it's not for long, just to enough to say I've done it.
"There." I smile at her rubbing my nose against hers. She giggles sleepily at the action. Gosh, what the hell was she trying to do to me?
"No." She continues to pout. It's sending me somewhere that I've never been and she needs to stop before I fall madly in love with her.
I kiss her again and again and again—each one still not enough to appease her. "Baby, I can't give you what you want if you aren't more specific." It's the first time I've called her that and it slips so quickly, it stuns me more than it stuns her. It's almost like it's normal to her. But it's not—not for us.
She just groans at my words being the most dramatic person ever. I swear all she wanted was to be loved on. It didn't matter how she got it, she just wanted it. And fuck, I did not mind it at all. What I can't control though, is the way my body reacts to her. And right now... someone downstairs is feeling a bit too excited.
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