Imagine Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Of All The Kisses- William Gallagher

Character: William Gallagher

Movie: P.S I Love You

Warnings: SMUT, but some good ol' Irish lovin'!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

•You're lost in Ireland and run into a man named William while in a pub trying to ask for help. Fluffy William

•Ridiculously sexy, hot and heavy making out. Lots of kissing, petting above and below the waist. Maybe smut.

Sighing in extreme frustration, I turned the map around trying to find out where the hell I was.

The streets and sidewalks of Dublin, Ireland were busy; people getting off work and ready to unwind.

All I wanted was to find the tram station and get to my Aunt's home and sleep. I'd had a long, unexpected flight and could feel my body aching because of it.

I wish that I was here on better circumstances, though. Just the other day, I'd gotten a call saying that my Aunt Blanch Devereaux had passed suddenly.

I was, from what I understood, the sole beneficiary of her estate. She'd come to Ireland on vacation years ago and decided not to leave. In doing that, she pissed off alot of our relatives.

I remember bits a peices of her visiting when I was younger, but it was vague since it was so long ago.

I sighed, moving with the crowd as I looked at the map. Not paying attention, I walked right into someone, falling on my ass, "Ommmph!"

"Jaysus! You okay Lass!?" The man asked, spinning around.

I stared up at him, dumbstruck. He was so handsome!

"Lass?" He asked, squatting down to my level.

I shook my head, "Oh, yeah. I'm so sorry!"

He held out a ring clad hand, taking mine and helping me stand, "Ye sure you're alright?"

"I, um, yes of course. Just my pride wounded." I winced, dusting off my bottom.

He raised a brow, "Need me to kiss that pride?" He asked, his Irish lilt, teasing.

My eyes shot up to him, wide, "I-" and then, I did something that I hadn't done in a while... I laughed.

He chuckled, licking his lips as he scratched near his eye with his thumb.

"I'm William," he said, holding out his hand again.

"Y/N," I nodded.

A cold, damp gust of air blew by, making me shiver and remember that I was hungry and tired.

"Oh, Jaysus, Lass. Let's get you inside." William tipped his head at the pub that we were standing outside of.

The smell of beer and delicious food hit my senses as he opened the door. My stomach growled, demanding that I feed it.

"And something to eat," he laughed, taking my hand and letting me enter first.

I giggled, "I could eat,"
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"So, where are ye headed?" William asked, sipping his beer.

"Enniskerry." I replied, popping a peice of chicken in my mouth.

"Really? I live in Enniskerry!"

We laughed.

"What takes you there, if ye don't mind me askin'?"

"My Aunt passed away. She left me her home and everything."