Shawn Mendes Imagines

97: Elevator

Y/N's POV:

"I'm starved." I mumble, shading my eyes from the glaring sun.

"Okay, then we can go up to the eleventh deck and eat at the café. Or we can get room service." He begins to put on his
t-shirt. I slide on my cover-up and stand, grabbing the beach bag.

"Woah, did you feel that?" I ask, balancing my body. He chuckles.

"I've felt it every time you've said something. We're on a cruise ship, honey. It's gonna move."

We've been on the boat for three days now and we still haven't gotten our sea legs. We reach the elevators hand in hand, and Shawn presses the down button.

"What do you want to eat?" I ask.

"I suggested the cafe, but I guess room service is fine by me." He responds as the elevator doors slide open. It's empty, which is quite rare on a day at sea. Shawn leads me in and presses our deck number.

Out of nowhere, he pushes me against the wall lightly, pinning my arms above my head. His lips are on mine in seconds, filled with lust and passion. I kiss him back, pulling my hands away and placing them on his neck. I weave my fingers into the tangled, brown mess, and his hands venture down the sides of my body.

I deepen the kiss, pulling his body even closer to mine, before I hear the ding of the elevator coming to a stop. I release Shawn, and he steps back before we both realize that this isn't our deck. The doors slide open to reveal an elderly couple. They shuffle in and look at the floor buttons, then don't press one, so I automatically assume they're going to our floor.

"Don't let them stop us." Shawn whispers, leaning over and connecting our lips again. I smile and push him away.

"This can wait 'till we're out of the elevator."

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A/N:

Inspired by an actual couple on a cruise we were on a few weeks ago. My poor innocent sister was so cute when she tried to tell me because I hadn't seen it.

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