Snake Eyes (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)
I wake up way too warm. When I open my eyes, I realize Louis is wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. I look at his sweet face and he’s sleeping so peacefully. Instinctively, I lean in and peck his lips. Louis smiles in his sleep and gives a sigh. Someone needs to pinch me because I can’t believe this is my life and I get to wake up to this man every morning.
“Morning,” I jump a little when Louis surprises me speaking with his eyes closed.
“How long have you been up?”
“I just woke up from true love’s kiss,” he jokes still speaking with his eyes closed.
“Cute Lou. You want to be Sleeping Beauty?” I tease him.
“Funny love. Come here.” I giggle as Louis pulls me the short distance to his chest and gives me a proper good morning kiss while running his hands up and down my back.
“Lou, I thought we were going to talk this morning,” I scold.
“We are. I just missed kissing you good morning the last few days.” He releases me and gets off the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask as Louis grabs his boxers off the floor.
“Here. Put this on. You have to be uncomfortable and I can’t have a serious conversation with you dressed like that. I’ll just attack you all over again,” Louis says with a chuckle as he throws his t-shirt at me. I can’t help but stare as he puts his boxers and track pants on. “Lor, close your mouth, stop staring, and put the shirt on.” I wince at getting caught staring at his still half-naked body and decide to turn the tables on him.
“Okay. Let me get comfortable.” I make a conscientious effort to steady the expression on my face. Rising from the bed, I get on my knees – hopefully reminding him of last night – and reach behind me to unhook my bra. I release the ribbons on my arm and toss the satin and lace contraption to the floor. I hook my fingers into the unbearably uncomfortable panties before he interrupts me.
“Lor, exactly what do you think you’re doing love? We’re supposed to be talking not fooling around.”
“I’m getting comfortable. You get tied up in all this and sleep in it a full night and see how comfortable you are in the morning.” In defiance, I whip the panties and ribbons down and off my body in a less than graceful hurried attempt. Quickly, I pull the t-shirt on over my head and get back under the bed covers. “That’s so much better,” I sigh.
“Great. Now, all I can think of is that you don’t have knickers on,” Louis says as he scrubs his face with his hands and climbs back into bed. I snuggle into him and put my hand on his chest.
“Oh because you lying here shirtless isn’t distracting at all,” I say and roll my eyes.
“Hands off if you can’t control yourself,” Louis tries to pull my hand off him. I try to resist, but he’s too strong and I pout, roll onto my back, and cross my arms across my chest. “You’re cute when you pout Lor.”
“Shut up and start talking,” I know how ridiculous I sound when Louis laughs loudly at me.
“I don’t really know where to start,” Louis sounds extremely nervous. I grab his hand to reassure him that I’m listening and we’ll be okay.
“Lou, this doesn’t have to be a scary talk. I already know the worst. All I want is for you to help me understand what your frame of mind was back then so history never repeats itself.” I hear him exhale a deep breath.
“That’s a relief. I was hoping you wouldn’t ask me to relive ALL the horrible details. The past few months, I’ve had a lot of time to think about why I behaved so recklessly. What I believe my problem was, was that I was ripped so suddenly from my family and my life turned upside down. I left X-Factor and I never got to even go back home for a proper visit for close to three years. I had the guys, and they were in the same boat, but we all handled our homesickness differently. I should have been like Harry and just cried all the time. I know it’s no excuse, but I think I slept with all those girls to try to get some comfort.”
“I’m sorry.” It’s the only thing I can think to say.
“Sorry? Why? You did nothing. I was the man whore as you put it.” Louis looks at me like I’ve gone mad.
“I’m sorry you ever had to feel that alone, that sad that you thought there was only one way to fill the void.”
We sit in silence for a long moment just staring at each other. Louis touches his hand to my face, smiles, and kisses me.
“You’re an amazing woman Lor. Regardless of how we got together, I am one lucky son-of-a-bitch.” I giggle. “What else would you like to know about my sordid past?”
“You mean there’s more?” I must look shocked.
“Nothing too scandalous.”
“Then, I don’t need to know. I’d rather we move forward and learn about each other as we go. Thank you for telling me the truth. I’d like to put this in the past, but I can’t pretend I’m not intimidated knowing how experienced you are in bed and imaging the women you’ve been with. It makes me sick to think how you touched them, how they touched you, and how inept I am.”
“Hey, don’t think like that love. Obviously, I haven’t been clear enough and this is the part that I’m terrified to tell you. Those other girls, none of them mattered to me – at all. Most times, I never bothered to catch their names. As much of a monster as it makes me, they were just warm bodies and only served to try to fill the loneliness I felt inside – and they never could. The way I feel about you Lor, it’s nothing I’ve ever experienced. You fill the emptiness and we haven’t even had sex yet. Just being with you makes me happy. The things we do together give me more pleasure than anyone ever has. I can’t get enough of you. You see how I struggle to keep my hands off you. I want you – all the time to the point of pain – and I have never wanted anyone the way I do you.”
“Lou, I want you just as much. I never knew that I would have these kinds of feelings and desires. I love you, ugly past and all,” I smile at him and run my hand through his hair. Louis returns my smile and leans in to kiss me. Quickly, the kiss becomes heated and Louis pulls away panting and just staring at me.
“Lor, I do need to know something. Did I push you too far last night? Did I cross the line?” He looks legitimately frightened.
“No Lou. I felt powerful pleasing you like that. I loved it.”
“Jesus, you are full of surprises.” I just smile at his words and snuggle into him.
“I think we can put this behind us Lou. Let’s just want to focus on our wedding and starting our life together.”
“We already are together love.”
“You know what I mean,” I elbow him in the ribs, “Our life as we move out of my father’s home and into yours.”
“Oh that. Well, then we should start with wedding decisions. Speaking of which, do I get to see what is inside monstrous crate in the corner?”
“Yes. On our wedding day when I am walking down the aisle,” I surprise him by jumping up and straddling him. I laugh at his shocked expression.
“You are so lovely and I love your laugh,” Louis says in a serious tone.
“That was random,” I laugh at him as he looks at me slightly dazed.
“It was also true. You know the media is going to love you – the beautiful, mysterious heiress who surprised the world by marrying my pathetic arse.”
“Lou, the only thing pathetic about you is the statement you just made.” I link my fingers around the back of his neck and pull myself closer to him. “Tell me, how awful is it going to be when we go public?”
“The truth? I imagine it will be pretty brutal. I’ll be at your side, always. The most important thing is to ignore the negativity. The press will look for anything to try to cause a scandal or doubt between us. Some fans will love you, others will hate you. We just have to remember our relationship is the two of us and no one else’s opinion matters. We’ll work through all of it together.”
“You make it sound terrifying.”
“That’s because it is terrifying. Both my past relationships ended because the girls couldn’t handle the lack of privacy and negativity. They didn’t love me enough to get past it.”
“Lucky for you that I do love you enough Lou.” I lean in and give him a kiss.
“Lucky son-of-a-bitch,” he mumbles against my lips and I smile into the kiss. Wanting to deal with wedding details, but wanting to kiss Louis even more, I run my fingers through Louis’ hair and deepen the kiss. In moments, I feel Louis harden underneath me and it excites me. I moan when he pulls me closer to him and I grind on top of him. We are completely lost in each other to the point where I hear nothing except the roaring sound of blood rushing through my ears.
“What the hell is going on here?!!!” I pause a moment to process what is happening. Louis pulls me to him and wraps his arms protectively around me.
“Dad! Don’t you knock?” I ask completely mortified.
“Knock? I damn near pounded down the door. Apparently, the two of you were too involved to notice!”
“Fonzi. It’s not-“ Louis attempts to speak but my father cuts him off.
“Don’t you dare tell me it’s not what it looks like Louis! It looks like you and my daughter are half naked and all over each other in bed!”
“Oh, I’d say you’re right. It’s exactly what it looks like,” I answer bravely.
“What?!” Louis and my father both yell at me.
“I’m not going to insult your intelligence Dad. I was obviously making out with my fiancé. Big deal.” I shrug.
“Big deal? Louis! I told you to keep your hands off of her until you’re married and the minute she comes back looking glamorous, you throw her in bed?!”
Louis opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. I have a strategy for diffusing this situation and I pray it works.
“First, would you prefer we were completely naked?”
“Loren Gabriella!” I ignore his outburst and decide to continue on.
“Second, he didn’t throw me in bed. I willingly crawled in.”
“Loren! This is shocking!” I continue on, ignoring my father who looks like his head is ready to launch.
“Finally, Louis and I have been intimate for almost the entire time we’ve been engaged so this,” I motion between Louis and me, “has nothing to do with my new appearance.”
“What?!” I think he’s actually turning purple.
“Fonzi. Sir. Please. I love her. I’m not disrespecting her.” Louis is practically squeezing the air out of my lungs. I want to laugh at how frightened he is, but I’m so in awe of him for standing up to my father.
“Louis! Get off my daughter!”
“Dad. I hate to point out the obvious, but I am on top of him.”
“Enough! I don’t even know you right now Loren! You’ve never talked back to me.” My heart breaks a little for my father because he’s clearly out of his depth here.
I crawl off of Louis, prying his hands off of me as he holds onto me like a life saver, and get off the bed walking over to my father. He looks at me and I know there is no disappointment in his eyes, he genuinely looks lost. I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him tightly. A second later, his arms are wrapped around me and his chin rests on top of my head.
“I didn’t have enough time with you. It’s all my fault and now you’re a grown woman getting married and rolling around in bed with a skinny Englishman.” I work my head free and look up at him smiling.
“Hey, this marriage was your idea. For the record, I was not rolling around in bed and I like Louis’ body. You are being over dramatic,” I smirk and my father tries hard to not crack a smile, but fails.
“Hey, who’s skinny?” I turn my head to Louis only to see him pouting and flexing his muscles making me laugh.
“Seriously Loren, you two almost gave me a heart attack. No father wants to walk in and see his daughter like that.”
“Aren’t you glad you didn’t come in five minutes later?” I am probably pushing him a bit too far.
“Sorry Dad, but I couldn’t resist. We really were going to get started on wedding details.”
“Yes. It looks to me like you were busy working on the honeymoon.”
“Dad!!!” I know I’m blushing from head to toe.
“Might I suggest we all go downstairs and work on the details together?” Louis tries to steer the conversation away from this uncomfortable situation.
“That sounds like a brilliant idea. Why don’t you both get dressed? I’ll get Johanna and the four of us can have breakfast in the sunroom and go over what we have so far. Come along Louis.”
Louis crawls out of bed and I’m relieved to see my father’s unexpected appearance tempered his arousal. He walks up to me and gives me a peck on the lips.
“See you downstairs in a bit love,” he smiles at me and I place my hand on his chest and return his smile.
“Louis, next time show some respect for Loren and come to her room wearing a shirt.” Oh no. He might figure this out. His eyes dart around the room and bulge when he sees the pile of black fabric on the floor and then dart to the t-shirt I’m wearing.
“Lou. RUN!!!!!” It takes Louis a nanosecond to realize what is happening and he flies out of my room with my father hot on his heels. Thank heavens Louis plays soccer, all that running will come in handy right now. Is it bad that I’m standing here giggling while my fiancé is probably getting pulverized by my father?
First of all, thank you for hitting over 20K reads. I'm absolutely amazed!
Second, sorry that the reward for hitting this milestone is a crappy chapter. Hopefully, you all understand my life was turned upside down two weeks ago. I'm trying to regroup. This is only half the original chapter. I will have the next chapter posted next weekend. I didn't want you to have to wait so long for an update so I hope this bit is better than waiting longer.