Flat 64

Chapter 15

"I'm not okay with it because I... I want you Jack." My voice is barely beyond a whisper. I watch as his eyes flicker from mine to my lips, as he slowly leans towards me. My heart is beating so loudly that I can feel it hammering against my chest. His nose gently nudges against mine, and I damn near forget how to breathe. Our lips are close, but not close enough, and I feel myself becoming overwhelmed by an uncontrollable longing for him, and my patience is thrown out of the window. "Kiss me." I release.

Before I can register what is happening, his lips are pressed against mine in a kiss fueled by hunger and desire. I arch up, pressing myself closer to him. Jackson responds by wrapping his hand in my hair, tugging slightly, causing me to release a slight whimper. I feel him smirk against my lips, and he swipes his tongue against mine. I became greedy, curling my hands into his shirt, desperate for more. He pushes himself further up the bed, until his back is resting against the headboard, bringing me with him until I'm sat comfortably on his lap straddling him. His other hand slides around my waist, pushing its way under my shirt, finding home on my hip. He bites my bottom lip gently, while simultaneously pushing me down onto him. A gasp forces its way out of me from feeling how excited he is. The knowledge that he wants me as much as I want him only fuels me further. All of my previous resistance to this happening again has disappeared from my mind, as if it was never there. As always, it became a game almost, to see who could affect the other more. He has a strong hold of my hips, and he pushes me down against him once more. I run my hands over his body, feeling how he tenses under my touch. We both experiment with our movements, and I feel giddy every time his breath hitches, or when he can't hold back a groan. I trail my nails from his shoulder to the back of his neck, before anchoring my fingers in his hair, tugging slightly, which wins me a low moan. I grin ever so slightly at winning this little competition between us.

Realizing that with me on top of him like this, I have the upper hand, I take control. Rolling my hips against his, he tightens his hands on my hips. Jackson releases my lips and lets out a deep, shaky breath. I don't stop, taking advantage of his hazy state. I trail kisses down his jaw, to his neck, while my other hand sneaks its way under his shirt. I gently move my fingertips back and forth against his lower stomach, hovering just above the waistband of his sweatpants, feeling him shiver against me. His breathing is heavy, and I pull away slightly to look at him.

Jackson's head is resting against the headboard, eyes closed tight. I take this moment to admire him. He is the picture of beauty. His gentle curls sweeping across his forehead, his lips swollen slightly. The sight of him sitting beneath me like this, completely at my surrender, has me blushing immensely. Jackson must have noticed that my movements had stopped. He opens his eyes to look at me, but when I don't say anything he cups my cheek with his hand. "Are you okay?" he says gruffly. I nod at him slowly, and I can't help the shy smile that graces my face. He returns it with one of his own, leaning forwards to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. It's such a private moment between us, and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. When he pulls away, he brings his hands higher around my waist, pulling my body closer to rest against him. I let myself melt into his body, my head resting on his shoulder. We sit in silence, just taking in everything that has happened over the past 24 hours. I feel so comfortable in his arms that I quickly become sleepy, my previous adrenaline rush gone. Yawning deeply, I hear Jackson chuckle, before he rearranges us so that he is lying on his back with me against his chest. I feel as he draws delicate patterns on my back, and the sound of his heart beating lulls me to sleep before I even have a chance to fight it off.

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I wake up to the feeling of someone stroking my hair. I am incredibly relaxed and refreshed. Opening my eyes, I take in the new position that we are in. I'm lying on my side with his arm as my pillow, my legs tangled with his. Looking up, I'm met by Jackson staring back at me, his eyes heavy with sleep. "Good morning beautiful," he says, his voice rough. I smile gently in return, before snuggling deeper against him. He releases a deep sigh, but doesn't move to say anything else. The events of last night replayed in my mind on a loop, and waking up with him in my arms has me feeling extremely content and calm. I draw patterns on his chest, then I watch curiously as he lifts my hand and gently kisses my palm, before he interlocks our fingers. A shiver immediately runs through me, everything he does to me causes physical responses that I have no control over.

Noticing how bright it is in the room, I lift my head to look at the clock on my bedside table. "Oh my god, it's 8:55. Jack, you need to get out of here before the others wake up. If they see you walking out of my room then..." I rush out nervously. The guys are usually up and about by 9AM, well except for Marley. He tends to sleep the day away. Jackson turns to look at the clock, seeing the time, he groans and rolls us so that he's above me, his arms on either side of my head. He trails his nose against my neck, barely grazing my skin. "Jackson, what are you-" I say while trying to push him away, we don't have time to mess around.

"Shh." He interrupts me. Taking my hands in his and holding them above my head so that I can't move. He kisses the hollow of my neck, nipping slightly. "Jack" I moan, dizzy from his attack. He places a gentle kiss against my lips, before resting his forehead against mine, releasing my hands.

"I wish they weren't home. God, I don't want to go." He whispers, sounding like a wounded puppy. I can't help but giggle at him, I never expected Jackson to be the needy type. "What." Jack grumbles, moving down a bit to lay on top of me, his body swallowing mine. He rets his head in the hollow of my neck, and I begin to rake my fingers through his hair. "It's just that I never expected you to be the... Oh, I don't know." I reply while giggling, unable to finish my sentence. He grunts against my neck, "Go on, never expected me to what". His breath tickles against my skin, not helping my small case of the giggles at all. "To be the needy type," I finish off. Immediately he raises his head to look at me, an adorable pout on his lips. "I am not." Jackson retorts with finality. Which only causes me to laugh harder. He rolls his eyes at me before lying back down, huffing loudly. I feel his fingers digging into my sides, causing me to yelp and slouch away from him as he tickles me. "Stop!" I struggle to say through my laughing fit, trying to pry his hands away from me. "Take it back." He says, laughing too, obviously enjoying my distress. "No!" I giggle even harder, struggling to catch my breath.

"Guys, can you keep it down? I'ts waaaay too early for this shit." Someone says, causing us to immediately jump apart from each other. Marley is standing there leaning against my open door, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. I was too distracted to notice that he had opened my door, let alone that he was standing there for God knows how long. "Uh, I...sorry?" I stutter out, my apology coming across more as a question than anything. I look at Jackson, who is sitting near me frozen in place, staring at Marley. As if he snaps out of whatever daze he was in, I watch as he scrambles his way off my bed, his foot getting trapped in the duvet, pulling it down with him. He's left in a tangled mess on the floor after tripping, and when I feel the cool breeze on my legs, I look down to see I'm no longer in my bed shorts, only my underwear. I have a habit of kicking them off when I get too hot in the night, but I don't remember doing it. I release a quick gasp and reach for a pillow to cover myself with. I looked at Marley, hoping he was too busy watching Jackson to notice my lack of clothes, but he's staring at me, looking very, very amused.