Dark | shawmila

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Shawn closed my bedroom door as I quickly made my way over to the other side of the dark space. My fingers felt round for the switch to my fairy lights. Once found the room was engulfed in a soft pink. I turned to face Shawn who had removed his keys, phone and wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. The depths of his stunning eyes stared at me as I fiddled with my hands, shuffling on my feet.
I knew my nervousness was clear, receiving a small smile from Shawn.
"Come here."
His long fingers extended to me, my feet moving toward him accept to  the gesture. I swallowed down my anxiety, biting on my lower lip. Shawn's left arm slid round my back, gently enticing me closer.
"You're safe. I'll keep you safe." He whispered.
And I believed him. I knew Shawn would stop at nothing to protect me. It was difficult to describe to anyone how our relationship had begun. But more so how it had developed. I could trust Shawn with practically anything. Is this what it felt like to be in love? To be so engulfed in someone, to want to give them everything.
Shawn had already given me his heart.

An innocent kiss was exchanged between us. Pulling apart, but still our lips continued to brush. Our foreheads pressed together as I carefully felt down his stomach. My hands trembled as I caught hold of the bottom of his top. The t shirt was peeled from Shawn's long torso, frowning slightly as the injuries he had sustained from the fight came into view. But despite the imperfections he still looked breathtakingly beautiful. His tanned skin was smooth as I traced over the defined lines on his stomach.
"You must be an angel." I whispered, peering up to his face.
His stunning features illuminated in the glow of my fairy lights. Dark curls, dimples, beautiful smile, astonishing brown eyes and full, pouted lips. He looked like no other guy I had ever seen.
"I'm no angel, Baby." His words holding a hint of hurt, orbs falling down to where I gripped his hand.
I knew he had taken part in some questionable activities and I still wasn't sure if he would ever be free of the darkness that possessed him. But I didn't want him to change for me.
"Well, I think you are."

I raised his hand to my mouth, leaving delicate kisses to the knuckles.
"Why?" He asked confused.
"How can someone look as breath taking as you and not be an angel." I spoke quietly. "That's the only explanation I can think of." I smiled.
He quietly laughed off the comment before kissing me on the end of my nose. My fingers trailed over his strong shoulders and down his toned arms, lightly squeezing at the muscle. I still couldn't believe he had won the fight. Still amazed by the skill he had displayed in the boxing ring. But my mood quickly drained, mind darting to the cause of his violent come back.

"What did he say?" My voice soft as I looked up to Shawn.
I didn't need to speak the name. Shawn knew. His posture stiffened, eyes pinning me to the spot. My fingers found his, attempting to comfort him. His body seemed to relax slightly with my touch.
"You really want to know?" His tone was a little harsh.
Did I want to know? The unknown information had been playing on my mind since I had witnessed him turn on Scott in the ring. My desire to discover the trigger to Shawn's rage outweighed the sensible part of me, the part telling me to just drop the subject.
"Yes."
He drew me in closer, ringlets tickling at my skin as he bowed his head.
"I'll spare you the details." He spoke in disgust. Brown orbs intently locking on mine. "He said he'd take you away from me." Shawn's rate of breathing had increased.
Fear commandeered my body, my fingers tightening with his words. I knew he could tell I was frightened, my presence moving closer into Shawn.
"I'd never let anyone do that. I'll kill him if he tries....No-one is taking you away." The depth in his voice caused my body to shiver.
Take me away? What did that mean? Scott threatened to kill me? Shawn held me to his bare chest, the trembling panic being absorbed into his body. I felt safe in his strong arms. But the swirling mess in my mind still remained. Shawn wouldn't let that happen. He would keep me safe. He had told me numerous times.
My arms clung round his waist. I'm not sure how long we stood and held each other but Shawn's embrace gradually calmed me down. His raspy voice quietly reassuring me, comforting me. Kisses were left on my cheek, trying to entice a smile.
"You alright?" Shawn whispered.
I lightly nodded as he squeezed me.
"Good...now let me make love to you."
The earlier events of the night left forgotten as I shyly smiled at the beautiful boy in front of me. How quickly he could turn a situation around. I took a step back out of his hold. Brown orbs never left me as I crossed my arms over my stomach, fingertips finding the hem of my top. My bottom lip was taken harshly between my teeth as I raised the material up. My vision obscured as I struggled to remove the clothing in my nervous state. I heard a deep laugh before large warm hands rested over my own, helping to rid me of the material barrier. Once off, I dropped it to the floor.
The blush on my cheeks seemed to heat my entirety. I stood in my bra and jeans. Both of us topless as Shawn closed the distance. Soft, full lips were instantly on mine, tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I didn't resist, my body surrendering itself to him. Shawn could have everything I was able to give and more. I was his.
My hands gripped the back of his neck. Heart thumping against my chest as I felt his long fingers fumble with the button on my jeans. I gasped into his mouth as he tugged the zip down.