Short n' Sweet - Hugh Jackman

I Have A Fun Idea Babe, Maybe Just Stay Inside

As you wake up, you find yourself in the comfortable embrace of Hugh's muscular arms. He holds you close, his touch a mix of possessive warmth and tender affection. "Good morning," he murmurs into your ear, his voice gruff and slightly raspy from sleep. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, planting a soft kiss near your pulse point.

"You think we could be a little late?"

Hugh, sensing the tension in your tone, chuckles softly, his voice filled with a hint of playfulness. "Late, huh?" He muses, his arms still wrapped around you, his chest vibrating against your back. He plants a playful kiss on your shoulder before speaking again, his words tinged with a hint of wickedness. "Thinking about delaying the inevitable, are we?"

You melt into him, "I'm just saying, you're warm, and I'm so fucking horny." A satisfied hum vibrated through Hugh's chest as you melted into his embrace, his arms holding you even tighter. He relished the feeling of your body against his, his words laced with a mixture of satisfaction and affection. "I do have that effect on you, don't I?" he teased, his voice a deep rumble against your skin.

You leaned into Hugh with a sultry whisper, your lips gently brushing against his. "You deeply have that effect on me, Hugh," you confessed, your voice soft and velvety. The brush of your lips against his ignited a spark of desire, the electricity between you crackling with anticipation.

Hugh's eyes darkened with a flicker of hunger as he felt the slight brush of your lips against his. A low growl rumbled at the back of his throat, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. The atmosphere was charged with a sensual tension, the unspoken promises of pleasure hanging heavy in the air.

Ryan's voice, loud and boisterous, pierced through the intimate moment, shattering the bubble of desire that had enveloped you. His words were clear and unmistakable, his mockery and admonishment reaching through the thin walls. "I'm not coming in! But just let you know, these walls are thin! You animals better get ready!" His laughter echoed through the hallway as his footsteps faded.

Hugh chuckled lowly, his chest rumbling with the shared frustration of the interrupted moment. You buried your face into the solid plane of his chest, groaning into the warm, bare flesh. His fingers traced small, soothing circles on your back, a silent comfort in the face of the inevitable interruption.

Hugh, his voice rich and deep, shouted back to Ryan, his words booming through the house. "We're coming, mate!" His tone was laced with a mixture of resignation and the hint of a challenge. He turned his attention back to you for a moment, his lips curving into a small, reassuring smile.

Ryan's voice, filled with playful banter, cut through the air, his words carrying a hint of jest. "Oh God, not now! Save that for later!" He chuckled at his own remark, unable to resist the opportunity to add a touch of humor to the situation.

You shook your head in amused disbelief, muttering under your breath, "And he's the older one." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at your brother's childish antics. Despite the years between you both, his behavior often left you wondering if age truly meant maturity in his case.

Hugh stood behind you, his gaze lingering on your reflection in the mirror. His eyes roamed over your body appreciatively, taking in the simple yet elegant outfit you were wearing. With a soft, reverent whisper, he murmured into your ear, "So beautiful." The warmth of his breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and his lips grazed your neck as he continued to admire you. "Truly a representation of the word itself," he mused, his voice thick with sincere admiration.

There was something about Hugh's words and the way he looked at you that made you feel seen and appreciated on a deeper level. As he stood behind you, admiring your reflection in the mirror, the sincerity in his voice and the raw tenderness in his eyes left no doubt in your mind that he truly found you beautiful. It wasn't just his words that spoke of your beauty, but the way he touched you, the way he held you, and the way he treated you that reinforced the sentiment time and time again.